The ageing bar keeper, Kleppr, nearly dropped the mug he was drying with a grubby tea towl when the huge beast-like man walked into his bar. He hastily placed the mug on the bench, reached under the counter and drew out a huge silver goblet with rubies the size of goats nuts adorning it. 'GroBenjii, it's been awile my... my friend.' Kleppr stammered out, smiling meekly. the bar keeper had heard from various sources that the imposing orc in front of him had won yet another of the underground fight club tournments and was expecting to see Benjii any day.
'how fairs my favourite inn owner?' Benjii's baritone voice reverberating around the stone pub. 'I do hope,' Benjii continued, 'that you still have some of that aged bloodwine that i love so much.' It wasnt a question and Kleppr knew it, as he quickly retrieved the large dark bottle, uncorked and poured half of it into Benjii's quality goblet. 'I heard of your recent success. Not that i had any doubt of course Benjii.' The orc waved his huge callused hand in a dissmissive manner and took a long swallow of the rich liquid, some of it dribbling down his chin. The sight of blood resembling liquid around the massive orcs mouth gave Kleppr a sudden chill as his imagination replaced the wine with his own blood if he wasnt careful. Kleppr had heard stories about GroBenjii. Not nice stories. Stories he had hoped were only stories told by the usual drunk crowd that frequented The Silverblood Inn. 'This bottle is, of course, on the house. A reward for your continued and... and unmatched battle prowess!' Kleppr beamed, obviously proud of his quick compliment in the presence of a fearsome sight.
GroBenjii was indeed a fearsome sight. Thick, dark dreadlocks reaching past his shoulders which at the moment where adorned in colourful beads and tipped in what looked like small black shards of sharp glass. His chest was huge and bare, revealing a miriad of large and small scars. Some of them, Kleppr guessed, would have been injuries that would have killed a lesser man. The bartender was not a short man but he still had to crane his neck to look into the dark red eyes of his patron. Red eyes that spoke of experience, confidence and yet also a certain reassurance.
'What! Only the one bottle?' GroBenjii demanded, snapping the bartender back to reality. Kleppr coughed suddenly but tried to cover it up with a forced smile andquickly changed the subject away from offering the orc another $235 bottle of fine wine, 'So whats the next big challenge for the man who has conquered all foes and won all contests?' Benjii looked amused but again took another swig before replying.
'Funny you should ask actually, Kleppr. I have recently heard of the ultimate tournment that is held once every 10years and only the best of Tamriel have been invited. Iv been waiting for a challange and this MIGHT be just that.' With those words, Benjii grabbed the bottle of bloodwine of the counter and sat down near the roaring fire, leaving the bar keeper with a puzzled look on his face.
(this is my 1st real RP entry and i would really appreciate any constructive critisizm or praise so i can improve and find out what areas (if any) that i am doing well). thankyou!
P.S. this characters CC and Pic is found in the OOC Fatality RP.