Open The Bannered Mare Tavern

I doubt that. The Alpha continues to beat the crap out of the Argonian.

'Hopefully a bag of dung, that man is rude.' Hijinks thought to himself, loathing the Alpha.

'So much disrespect, why did I even bother coming here?' Thinking again.

[Whiterun Stables, early evening]
Geminus Sierrius alights from the carriage after a pleasant ride from Solitude, although he wished he had put more padding in the bag he used for a cushion. Some of the cobblestone roads were starting to get a bit worn with disrepair as the threat of civil war loomed.

Geminus came to Whiterun because he was hoping to gain an audience with the Jarl of Whiterun, a Balgruuf the Greater, about establishing an outpost in the city for the Knights of the Nine. They didn't need a big place, a small house near the gate would be just perfect. Thanking the driver, he adjusted his sword on his belt, adjusted the shield strapped across his back and tossed his duffle bag over his shoulder and started for the main gate.

As he walks up to the main gate of the city he pulls out his journal and presents his Orders credentials to the guards. They looked at them and then each other but then guard hands them back saying,
"The city is closed to visitors by order of the Jarl because of the recent dragon attacks at Helgen and unless you have important city business you'll have to return another time."
"I have important documents for the Jarl regarding those very attacks. Please allow me enterance to the city." replied Geminus. He really hated lying to the guards but they didn't seem to be very bright. He promised himself a stop at the Temple to offer up some prayers and make a small donation for his lie.
"Very well," said the guard. "Proceed up the main road straight ahead until you get to the market area and then turn left and go through the Wind District past the Gildergreen Tree and up the steps to Dragonreach," the guard contiued and then said as he opened the gates, "You'll have to convince the Jarl's steward, Proventus Avenicci, about talking to the Jarl anyways. It's also getting late so you might want to wait until morning at the Bannered Mare."
"Thank you gentleman and fine job you are doing protecting the city. Have a good evening", Geminus replied stepping through the gates, which were pulled shut almost catching his sword in them.
Smiling to himself he started up the main road towards the Bannered Mare. He noticed the blacksmith shop right by the enterance was closed already and as he made his way into the market area he could see that the other shops were closed too. Looking towards the rapidly setting sun and then the rising moons, he figured it must be close to 8pm already. The trip here took longer than he hoped but at least it was uneventful and the carriage drive was informative and cheerful, so that made the ride pleasant.
Walking up to the door of the Bannered Mare, Geminus could hear the sounds of a lute being played and the chatter of the patrons inside. Adjusting his armor, making sure everything was in its place, he opened the door and stepped inside.

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Stepping into the main room, Geminus looks around and spots an empty table in the back corner behind the firepit. As he walks past the bar he says to the nordic lass behind the counter, "Please send a bottle of Honningbrew Mead, venison roast, leeks and potato to that table. Thank you."
"The names Hulda", says the barkeep looking at the Imperial and the fine but dusty armor, realizing he must have just got to the city, and replies "Sure thing, coming right up. That will be," adding the items on a piece of paper, "26 Septiums. That bottle of mead is expensive, sorry."
Setting his duffle down and reaching through the arm hole of his armor he pulls out his coin purse. He takes out 30 Septiums and hands them to Hulda and says, "That's not a problem. Thank you."

Turning, he picks up his duffle and proceeds to the empty table. Dropping his duffle bag under the table and unhooking his shield from his back, he hangs it from the chair next to him, he opens his satchel that is hanging from a strap across his chest and pulls out a book. Setting it down on the table he reads the title again for what seems like the fourth time that day since he left Solitude. "Kights of the Nine - Updated, by Karoline of Solitude". This version of the history book also included how the Order was reformed almost 200 years ago. He liked reading about his Order, but this book was brand new and intended as a gift, but that wasn't what he was after. He opened the book and took out the note inside the cover. It was a letter of introduction to the Jarl from the Orders leaders asking that Knight Sierrius be granted a house in Whiterun to establish an outpost for some of their order while traveling around skyrim. He read it and read it to make sure every detail was perfect and carefully folding it, put it back in the book.

"Here's your food sir," beamed the Redguard woman as she placed his meal and mead on the table. "My name is Saadia. If you need anything else, just wave m over."
Opening the bottle of mead and smelling the fine honied smell, he pours himself a glass and begins eating his meal. As he does so he slowly looks around the room at the various other patrons.

Catching the attention of Saadia and waving her over he says, "Pleas let the innkeeper know I'll need a room for the night also. Thank you. I presume the standard rate of 10 gold for a room?" and hands the woman the gold.

"Yes sir. That is correct. Hulda figured you might need a room and had me prepare one. I'll show you to it when you are ready," replied Saadia taking the coins and heading back to the bar.

Now, after evading Alpha, Hijinks limps tp the bar where Hulda is wiping it down. He motions for the bar cloth in Hulda's hand to clean his armor and the floor which were covered in his own blood. He felt shame and emptiness, for the cloth rag he's using is doing little to rid of the mess. He clenches his fist around the the soaking cloth, blood and mead seaping between his fingers. Hijinks throws his fist into the floor with a loud grunt. He had fought so long for acceptance and for his anger towards others to subside. He silently cries. Broken.

Watching the barmaid Saadia walk back to the bar, Geminus he smiles and thinks to himself, "She's a pretty Redguad lass." Then returning to his food and mead, he takes a long sip of the mead and placed the goblet back down. Opening his satchel, he pulls out a small cloth bundle and places it on the table next to the plate of food. Closing the satchel and securing it, he then unwraps the cloth bundle to reveal a finely crafted steel and wood handled fork and knife set. Wiping the oils off that protected the steel from rust on the piece of cloth, he started eating.

While watching the other activity of the bar, he made quick work of his meal and the rest of the mead. He waved to Saadia to catch her eye and waited for her return. Upon her return to the table she says, "Yes M'lord, what can I do for you?"

Appraising the Redguard lady again he confirmed to himself that she was indeed pretty. Seemingly having a slight air of aristocry, but that can't be if she's a barmaid. "I'd like a warm wet cloth to wipe off my utensils here and another bottle of mead please." Then hands her 25 septims for the mead. "This is to much sir, it's only 20 septims for another bottle of that mead," replied Saadia and tried to hand back the difference.

Wrapping his hands around hers and closing her fingers over the change, Geminus replied, "Keep the change then for your fine hospitality." He looked up at her and smiled.

Blushing ever so slightly, Saadia pocketed the change and returned to the bar, returning moments later with a warm wet cloth and another bottle of mead. "Here you go sir, let me know if you need anything else."

Knowing she probably got a dozen similar flirtations everyday, Geminus smiled and took the cloth and began cleaning his fork and knife. Once clean, he opened his satchel and removed a small brass phial of dwemer oil and rubbed it into the steel of the fork and the knife. Once complete he wiped off the excess oil, capped the phial, wrapped up the fork and knife in their own cloth and placed both items back in the satchel.

Pushing his seat back and standing up, Geminus retrieved his shield and secured it across his back. Fished the duffle bag from under the table and straighten his armor and adjusted his sword belt to be more comfortable. Then slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder, picking up the bottle of mead, he walked over to Saadia who was sweeping away dirt that was tracked in by the door. Touching her on the shoulder he says, "If you have a moment, please show me to my room so I can get more comfortable for the night."

"Sure thing M'Lord, right this way." Pulling out a key from her apron and heading towards the stairs in the back of the tavern. Up on the second floor Saadia showed him to a room, unlocked the door and proceeded into the room. As Geminus walks in, she hands him the key and says, "Let me know if there's aannnyything else you might need." Looking at him with what seemed a sly smile.

Taking the key and holding her hand just a moment longer than necesary, "I'll do just that my dear, but first I need to get out of this armor and put something more comfortable on. I'll be back down to the main floor in a few minutes and perhaps you can tell me all about Whiterun." She hesitates for a moment, then smiles and leaves the room gently closing the door behind her.

Setting his duffle bag down and opening the bottle of mead, he think takes a long pull on the bottle and sets it on the table. As he proceeds to remove his armor, he thinks to himself, "It has been a while since I've been with a lady. The last time was back in the Priory with the young lass that tends to the horses in the stable. What a night." He smiles to himself remembering that night and finishes removing the armor that he then stacks in the wardrobe. Removing from his duffle a set of fine cloths, he dons them. The were a nice noblemans outfit. Not to over the top like some nobles, but a set that he thinks will be good for around town and a visit to Jarl. Although, thinking to himself, "I might wear the armor as it's a bit more impressive." He laughs.

The clothing consisted of a light weight dark colored full length tunic, with long sleeves that was buttoned up to the banded color, except for the last button. Then over that was a very finely made, light brown leather vest with intricate embroidery across the chest and a small fur lined collar. Finally atop all this he wore a slightly padded quilted long jacket of a very soft black silky material. It was edged nicely with rabbit fur of a contrasting white color. After all this he pulls on a pair of soft black silk pants and then a pair of fine black boots with silver buttons up the outside to lace them on. He still wore his gold necklace with a red ruby in it. It had a slight shimmer to it too. He pulled this out so it was nicely displayed and then put his Orders ring back on. A nice silver ring with an emerald set in it. This too shimmered. Finally, he pulls out a finely tooled black leather belt with a silver buckle and hardware, slide his dagger sheath of the same fine black leather with silver tip onto the belt and straps the belt around his waist and then places his dagger into the sheath.

Looking himself over, he pulls two more items out of his satchel, a long thin wood and metal case and a small leather pouch. He opens the pouch and sniffs the aromatic odor of the pipe tobacco and smiles. Picking up the bottle of mead, he takes a long pull and swallows. Then opens the door, steps out and locks it behind him. Then heads to the bar.

A mysterious man in a cloak entered in the bar. he walks towards The Alpha and draws a dagger. The Alpha senses this unusual behaviour and turns one hundred and eighty degrees before realizing who it is.

The man pulls his cloak off and is revealed to be the alpha. (for easier understanding. The one who beat up the Argonian is called Omega and the real one is alpha. Just to help you understand the next bit.)


Omega reached for his blade and unsheathed it to Alpha's throat. Do or die imposter. Omega smiles. His tongue licked his lips and was obviously thirsty for Alpha's blood. In one swift movement he lunges forward for Alpha's heart. He dodges and returns the attack by kicking Omega through a table. His sword drops as he is thrown halfway across the bar. After recovering from that kick, he clambers onto a chair and charges at Alpha with it. His hit connected and Alpha could not evade fast enough. He falls to the floor before shuffling under a table.

Omega licks his lips again before grabbing his sword. He strides over to the table where Alpha was hiding. He thrusts the sword through the table in hopes of getting him. Omega gave up after a while and before he could look below to see where he is, the table rose out of its place and bashes Omega in the nose. Before he could recuperate again, the table is flung towards him again and breaks over his face. Alpha rolled out from under it and in a quick movement slashed Omega's pendant that hung over his neck.

After a flash of light Omega's true form was revealed, an assassin from the dark brotherhood that had been sent to kill Alpha and Hjinks. The assassin screamed in terror, grabbed Alpha by his cloak and sent him flying towards the door. Even before Alpha touched the ground his head was sent smashing through the door. Shattering it in progress.

Blood gorged from Alpha's face, his lip was quivering and he could hardly stand up. His eyes watered with pain and snot poured from his nose. After a minute or so, he found the strength to rise from his pain and stand to face the assassin once more. The assassin charged at him with his blade and impaled Alpha.

The assassin has fulfilled his mission....

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Back in the real world, after Alpha had cast a spell of illusion over him, placing him in a reality of his own. He explained that the dark brotherhood we're after him and that they really don't like Argonian's. He apologised to Hjinks before plunging a knife through his neck....

Walking back down to the main floor of the tavern, Geminus spots an empty table by the front door. He heads over to it and adjusts one of the chairs so that if the door should burst open it won't hit the table and then sits down in the other one facing the firepit in the middle of the taven.

He sets the long thin wood and metal box on the table with the pouch he was carrying and the bottle of mead. He then opens the box along the long side to reveal a long stemmed clay pipe nestled in a bed of thick straw. Pulling out the pipe he gently lays it on the table and opens the pouch of tobacco. Reaching in he pulls out a pinch of the aromatic tobacco and picks up the pipe. Carefully tucking the tobacco into the bowl and tamping it down with his finger. Then setting the pipe stem to his lips, he starts rubbing the fingers across the palm of his hand, the one not holding the pipe and mutters the words of the Flame spell bringing it into his palm. Then carefully cups that hand over the bowl of the pipe and take a long steady drag on the pipe igniting the tobacco and bringing the flavorful smoke into his mouth. He holds it there a second and then lets it drift out of his nose and mouth. With a smile he thought to himself, "Love that smell." Then he cancelled the Flame spell and closed up the pouch of tobacco.

Catching the eye of Saadia he waved her over and said, "First, I realized I failed to introduce myself earlier, the name is Geminus Sierrus. My friends and you may call me Gem." Then he asked, "may I get a goblet to put my mead in? I'd prefer to drink it that way, it's more civilized than taking a swig straight from the bottle." "Why sure thing sir, er Gem, it would be a pleasure," replied Saadia with a smile.

Waiting for Saadia to return, he leans back in the chair while holding the stem of the pipe by the bowl, resting his hand on his chest, he takes a long drag on the pipe. Staring off into the fire, he thinks about his plans for the future to come.

Breaking his reverie, Saadia taps him on the shoulder and says, "Here's your goblet Gem."

"Huh? Oh, thanks, was lost in my thoughts for a moment there," replied Geminus. Taking the offered goblet and pouring himself a drink. "Thoughts about me perhaps," mused Saadia with a sly smile.
"Perhaps," he replied with a smile and a wink. "I'll be in Whiterun for a few days on some business, so maybe we can talk about it at length sometime." "I'd like that, you're not like most of the people that come in here. Not all grabby and 'Hey Wench!' like most of 'em. Let me know if you need another bottle of mead and I'll take care of it on the house. Hulda won't mind either." "My parent's taught me well and the Order beat the manners into me too." Geminus laughs. "I might take you up on that bottle later and maybe someplace more, private?" He said and contiued, "but for now I will finish this one and smoke another pipe, while contemplate my audience with the Jarl tomorrow."
"MMM, more private would be nice, let me know after your meeting tomorrow and we'll see what happens. What are you going to talk to the Jarl about?" aske Saadia.

"Well, my Order has sent me and several other members to the province of Skyrim to investigate the appearance of the dragons and to setup up outposts in each of the holds here for our members to stay at. So, I'm here to talk to the Jarl about getting a small house to barrack a few members," replied Geminus. "Have you seen any dragons?"

"I haven't personally, but I've heard the guards talking about them and the attack at Helgen," replied Saadia.

"well, after I get the house, hopefully, I've got to head up to Winterhold and the College to use their library for some research. Find out what I can about the dragons and their return," said Geminus

"I've heard the folks around here aren't so happy with the mages at Winterhold. Blame them for the Great Collapse back in the 4E 122. So, be careful when you go there." Said Saadia and then continued, "well I see Hulda giving me the evil eye, I should get back to work. Let me know about the next bottle of mead, and the privacy," she said with a wink as she turned away and went back to sweeping the area around the bar.

Turning back to his pipe, which went out, he tamps it down and relights it with his little flame spell trick. Then takes tops off the goblet of mead from his bottle and sits there watching Saadia work. "Hmmm, she seems pleasant and friendly, I'll have to definitely make sure I get that bottle of mead and find a nice quiet spot outside the walls that can afford a bit of privacy. Make a picnic out of it. Definitely will have to make sure I spend more time here after convincing the Jarl to let him buy a house," He thought to himself.

As the evening turned long into the night, he finished his bottle of mead and his pipe. He packed it back up after letting the clay cool a bit and stood up. Brushing some of the ash from his clothes, he straightened them and tucked his pipe box and pouch into the pockets of his coat. Walking over to the bar where Saadia was chatting with Hulda and said, "Good night ladies, it's been a pleasant evening but I must retire fore it was a long ride today and I need my rest for tomorrows events." To Saadia he said with a light touch to her arm and a wink, "I'll take you up on that offer tomorrow afternoon if it's still available."

She smiled and blushed slightly, "It is and I'll be waiting!" With that Geminus Went back upstairs to his room, where he stripped down to his nightshirt, and crawled into bed for the night with a rare smile on his face.

Hardly believing what he just saw, Hijinks didn't understand why the Dark Brotherhood suddenly had a deadly interest in him. He scanned his brain for an explaination while nodding to The Alpha in thanks. He had almost forgotten his deeds in Cyrodiil. Could it have a connection? Then, he remembered...

Some time ago, Hijinks recieved a mysterious note from a stranger reading, 'Travel to Bravil and kill the owner of the local tavern. 7500 Septiums.' He needed something to replenish his savings after purchasing an enchanted necklace. He accepts and leaves his home in Bruma, unusally excited for the payout. His travels faired without a problem. Arriving in Bravil, he notices the inn just inside the gate. He enters, posing as just another traveler looking for mead and a room. Hijinks lifts a finger at the bar for a drink. The woman behind the counter smiled and reached for a unique bottle and poured the contents into a silver cup. She places it in front of him and said,

" First ones on me," she nodded, then whispered," It's a very special mead, with MANY secret ingredients."

The last words Hijinks spoke were a 'Thank you' for that very drink. He drinks quickly, eagerly awaiting the target. He scans the room in total concentration. He begins shaking subtly, throwing him off. He holds his trembling hand in front of him, his vision began to fade. He turns toward the bar, and the last thing he saw was that woman, the bar maid, smiling fiendishly directly at him. Hijinks attempts to shout out to her in anger, to be met with silence. The proud Argonian blacks out.

In what seemed like an instant, he finds himself standing over the corpses of the whole establishment. He gags and begins frantically searching for the woman who poisoned him. She's disappeared. He panics and stumbles over a bloody mess of a heavy set nord, making his way to the exit. The door slowly opens and a man in a Dark Brotherhood shroud, peeks in. His eyes turn wide as they look around the room, and saw Hijinks slouching towards him. He flees, thinking he doesn't want to be next.

Hijinks, in a daze, walks out the open door and attemps to leave Bravil. A guard noticed him come out the inn covered in blood and breathing heavily. He stops the stunned Argonian, and places him under arrest.

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Hijinks collapses as this memory flooded in. He looks up at the Alpha as to say "This is my fault."

The drunken Argonian gets to his feet and walks out of the bar, grabbing a bottle of wine, placing a solid gold septim where the green bottle once was. Typical drinking for him; falling asleep smelling of urine, waking up with a bartender dead. Of course, his drunken slumber meant he just lumbered the way out not noticing all the chaos that just went on. The Argonian gets in a carrage and is rode off to Windhelm

OCC: Ok in the rules we kind of have it set up where you only have one character, for fairness, you want to play two of them it has to be after the mare... in a seperate story thread and with different rules set up allow said to be true... also the attacks on other player characters were unwanted and unwarned, a breach of rules. DONOT attack anyone without their consent.

Slowly waking up to the sounds and smells of a morning meal being prepared, Geminus thought for a second that he was back home at the Priory and that he would shortly hear his mom coming to get him for breakfast. He chuckled to himself about that because he knew she only did that because of his habit for oversleeping. She'd rouse him out of bed before the instructors would find him and then punish him for being late with more work or longer runs in full plate armor. "By the Nine, those were long runs too," he thought, remembering the days while he was in training.

After a few minutes though, nobody came to get him and he slowly opened his eyes. Then reality closed back in on him and he remembered that was nearly ten years ago and that he was back in Whiterun at the Bannered Mare. "This bed is way too comfortable," he muttered aloud. Standing up, he put on his armor and laid out his clothes to pack later. Going down to the main floor of the tavern, he took a table and order some food and coffee. As he waited for his meal, he started thinking about what needed to be done today and the events leading up to it.
The Order of Knights of the Nine (KotN) has had to change from its origin of finding the relics of the Divine Crusader and then to defeating Unmaril the Unfeathered, to something more akin of treasure hunters with Divine blessings. At first they didn’t know what to do after defeating Unmaril and were basically a special operations branch of the Imperial Army. Called in when they needed some more heavy armored fighters or needed assistance in matters where the Army just wasn’t practical, “Like when my father died or maybe just disappeared. No one knows,” Geminus thought. Often times, lone Knights were sent out to establish lines of communications to other provinces. “Like myself,” Geminus thought again. Given free reign on what they did while out on their own. Then those that ran the Order decided they were going to become the protectors of ancient relics and a new doctrine was defined. Some say that the Divines ordered the leaders to do this, other think that it was for profit. Geminus liked to think it was the former.

First, the Order found a remote, secure location, “probably an ancient ruins that was still strong and with plenty of underground storage,” he thought because, even though he was a full knight of the Order, he still didn’t know where this location was or how the items they recovered were sent there.

Second, the Order began to collect relics. They collected relics of the Divines and relics of past emperors. They collected Tomes with spells long forgotten or too powerful for the mere mortals. Basically, they collected any kind of relic that might be out there. Some had the potential of being world-enders but some were just whimsical items. They once had a staff called Wabbajack , a Daedric Artifact of Sheogorath that when used caused all kinds of random effects to happen, sometimes, unfortunately, deadly. However, before the Order could get it to the secure location, the Knight that had it was mysteriously killed and the staff vanished.

Only the highest members of the Order know of the location of this relic repository and it’s said there are so many wards and traps around and in the place that if you don’t know what you are doing, well, you’ll be meeting your favorite Divine in person.

That brought Geminus to his current mission. He was sent to establish an outpost in Skyrim and he did that by buying a house in Solitude. Then he got orders that said he needed to gather all intelligence he could on the Civil War and the rumors of Dragons returning. However he was also to learn about and try to recover any and all relics he could find. They were particularly interested in the Elder Scroll rumored to be in Skyrim. As a secondary order, he was to also establish living quarters in each of the major holds for other members of the Order. Thankfully, money has been no object since the Order had very deep pockets. He didn’t worry too much about it either because his family wealth was pretty substantial too. The Order didn’t even require the Knights to turn in any gold or other treasure they found while on their quests, so this made life just a little bit easier.

So, back to his plans for today, meet up with the Jarl of Whiterun and convince him to allow the Order to purchase a house in the City. Then, set up and furnish the house with the essentials. After that, take the lovely Saadia out into the plains away from the bustle of the city and have a nice little picnic.
“Here’s your food,” said a young serving boy breaking his train of thoughts. Apparently Saadia wasn’t working yet. Too bad, he wanted to say 'hi' and remind her promise to show me the city. "Well, I’ll leave a note with Hulda before I leave," He thought. Finishing his food he went up to his room and scribbled a quick note to Saadia and as he left of Dragonreach he dropped it on the bar asking Hulda to deliver it. Then he left the Bannered Mare.

Alistar had finally reached Whiterun, having travelled very far from the Reach on his own business. He really didn’t have a reason for coming here, other than the fact he simply just wanted to. As he trod silently over the muddy stone road leading up to the main gates he quietly observed the broken fragments of stone strewn across the north side of Whiterun. Standing along these broken walls and towers are Whiterun guards, clad in chainmail and leather armor with golden sashes clipped around their chests. "What business do you have in Whiterun, Kinsman?" Calls out one of the sentries, a tall, Nord man. "I'am here on my own accord, simply a visitor." Replies Alistar, who's voice is strong and reserved. "Well, I'm sorry but the Jarl has locked down the city due to the recent Dragon attacks." The Nord says while folding his arms. Alistar had to keep himself from letting out an irritated sigh. "Don't you think that's a bit rash? Do I look like a dragon to you?" The sentry clearly wasn't as bright as he was physically imposing, and he let out a low "Uhh...." While contemplating. "Look, I've been traveling for days and all I want is a pint of warm mead and a bed to rest my head upon, I won't cause any trouble, you have my word." Says Alistar while folding his arms across his chest, the guard swallows before nodding. "Erm...alright, but any trouble and I'll have ya' locked up quick, y'hear?" Warns the guard while unlocking the main doors. Alistar smirks while the guard is facing away from him. "I understand, thank you for your hospitality." Sarcastically remarks Alistar as the doors open, without another word Alistar heads into the city, his hood pulled tightly over his head.

"Curses" Esteran muttered to himself. The Thlamor were closing in. He needed a place to hide, but there was nothing out here but farms full of people who were more afraid of the Thalmore than him. Then, though the blizzard, he spotted the outline of a place. a city, perhaps. He quickly dismounted the horse he had "borrowed" from a imperial camp and dashed towards the gate. A guard saw him and drew his sword. "Halt! The city's closed with the dragons about! you shall not gain entry!"
"Let me through," Esteran said, as magical sparks flitted from his hands.
"O-of course!" The guard stood back and let him through, just as Esteran's pursuers rode up on their horses.
"In the name of Jarl Balgruff the Greater, you shall not gain entry!" The Thalmor snarled at him, but decided they had better things to do.
Esteran, shaken and bleeding from an arrow shot by one of the elves chasing him, stumbled down the stone path in the dark towards the building with lights. He presumed it was an inn, with a bed if he was lucky. The moment he steped through the door, he realizes he is anything but lucky. there is an Argonian staring at a half-man, who was crumpled in the corner of the inn, and an assassin, from the looks of it. Dark Brotherhood? Instantly, in fright, he threw down a scroll of mass harmonization, and everyone fell asleep. he gave the half-man a potion of major healing, and tied the assassin up with a rope, not know what else to do.

A man clad in dark brown leather armor crouches atop a stone pylon on the northeastern side of Whiterun, the sun halfway below the skyline. He observes the comings and goings of the village people for a few minutes before looking over his shoulder at the farm he just finished doing a job at which he did not know the name while playing with his coin purse. He hops down from the pylon landing silently in the training grounds of Jorrvaskr. He makes his way through the training grounds the front of the legendary mead hall and follows the steps down into the wind district, continuing down to the plains district and up the steps to the bannered mare, looking over his shoulder from time to time. He takes a moment to compose himself and opens the door to the inn.

Upon entry he takes a quick look around the inn at the people, looking for people he might recognise and taking in the goings on of the inn.Satisfied that he was not followed and will not be recognised he pulls his hood down off of his head, revealing on his forehead a 2 inch scar above his left eye. He makes his way towards an empty table towards the back of the inn, making sure to avoid the blood on the floor, and sits down. Saadia walks up to him "Can I get you anything?" she asks. "Yes please, I will take a bottle of your finest ale." he replies. He reaches into his coin purse and pulls out 40 septims placing them in her hand, when she looks at him quizically he responds "For your discretion and an information you have on the Jarl" he says. She nods curtly and quickly makes her way to the bar to fetch his ale. He then pulls a notebook out from under his leather armor, opens it and proceeds to write about the days events.

Gerard sat down one a stool, clutching at his side as he did. he asked the barmaid for a bottle of mail, and looked around. She wasn't there. She never was. Just children. People who had their own stories, but he couldn't be bothered to find out about them. The barmaid returned, and he gave he a handful of gold. He looked around and sighed. He had to find her soon, or he never would

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[Elsewhere in Whiterun]

"Hello Jarl" said Tazzar
"Hello Citizen" replied the Jarl
"Excuse me Citizen" barked a guard "You must leave this area"
Tazzar, being really annoyed turned round to confront the guard "Oh really?" he screamed
The guard weilds his sword
Tazzar pulls out dual daggers
They have a huge brawl, the Jarl whimpers and runs to his chambers
Tazzar slices the guard right in the nose and runs away to the wilderness

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Then Tazzar makes his way to the Bannered Mare

OOC: Character Card:
http://skyrimforums.org/threads/skyrim-freeform-rp-post-your-character-card.4020/page-7#post-77614

IC: Gorzash clutched the battered flesh that bled freely under his left arm, where the bandit's warhammer had struck. As he hauled himself away from Halted Stream Camp, he muttered to himself, "Ah, that one was a little more... ardent than most... A good fight, I must say." Fortunately, he didn't run into any excess trouble whilst crossing the wild plains of Whiterun on his brief journey back to the city.

He reached the gates without leaving too much of a blood trail. He slid past them, into the city. "Arcadia's shop probably isn't opened... Nothing is at this hour... Well, besides the inn, of course," he thought to himself. He imagined that Arcadia would have some sort of rehabilitating concoction - a regenerative potion, or perhaps some sort of paste to staunch the blood flow. He quickly dismissed such luxuries from his mind, for he knew he would have to wait until morning for her shop to open. Until then, the Bannered Mare Inn would have to keep him alive.

He nearly tripped as he ascended the stairs but caught himself, for he knew that he may not be physically able to recover from a fall in his current state. Fumbling for the doorknob with his unoccupied hand - the other still clutched at his wound - he grasped it, and stumbled into the inn. Saadia's brow jumped at the ghastly sight of his injury. She set aside the bottle of mead in her hand, and made her way to Gorzash. "A little more trouble than usual, I see," she said. He would have laughed, had it not been so painful to do so. Instead, he nodded and enjoined, "Got any spare healing potions around here? I'd go to the Cauldron if it weren't so late..." Saadia replied, "Here, I'll search the back room and see if we have any. Take this and go lay down by the fire." She offered him a few rags to slow the bleeding, then went into the back room to scour the cupboards for any temporary treatments. The Orc lumbered toward the hearth, slumping limply to the bench. Partially out of habit, but mostly to take his mind off of the pain, he removed a shimmering ring from its place on his hand and rolled it between his fingers, intent on not letting it fall. He studied the gleaming ruby embedded in the center, and he could help but reminisce...

"I'm sorry, I checked our supply of potions, and we haven't any healing ones left," Saadia said as she returned from the back room, breaking Gorzash's train of thought. That was probably a good thing. "You used up most of it the last time you came clambering in here with an eye just about ready to fall out," she half-joked. Gorzash managed a smile; however, he knew this was no laughing matter. Perceiving that an infection could prove lethal, Gorzash spoke, "No potions, eh? Then gimme a bottle of ale. Cheapest you got... I wouldn't wanna waste the good stuff." He had somewhat perturbed the bartender, since he could have easily afforded a bottle of Black-Briar Reserve every night. Nonetheless, she took his five septims and returned with a small bottle of harsh, cheap ale. The Orc studied it approvingly, took a long swig from it, and after a slight hesitation, forced himself to drizzle a small amount into his wound. He winced momentarily as the alcohol boiled its way into his cut, then began to rub in the ale with one of the rags Saadia had provided. The bartender cringed at the idea of feeling such misery as the Orc before her did now; she vamoosed and headed toward an impatient customer.

A middle-aged Nord woman dressed in a worn leather overcoat and dark leather pants took notice of Gorzash rubbing his drink into the bloody wound under his arm, who was sitting next to her. He couldn't help but attempt to depict a detriment great enough to cause such harm to a being of the Orc's stature. "What's the story behind that cut, Orc?" he inquired.

Kiam walks in a takes a seat in the back scanning the room. His light armor makes no noise as he moves around in his seat getting a better view of the patrons. He keeps his ears up and open listing for the slights mention of items of great value. He studies a few other people looking for someone who looks like the would compliment his skill and mind set. A cute Nord girl approaches asking if he would enjoy a tankard of mead. He says nothing pretending shes not there till she leaves. "Hopefully..." ,he thinks to him self, "...I'm in the right place."