(OOC: -__- the next time you guys decide to force a keyboard to have intense sex with a forum thread that I'm in, tell me that before I get too far behind)
"You my friend, are quite interesting, meaning no offence of course. If you are interested in joining this expidition I think I could help you with the Jarl. You see I am quite good at Illusion magic. I could cast a mirrage about your face to hide your Daedric heratige if you wished." said Edwin to Adario as he pulled up a chair and sat down at the table where everyone in the whole posse was sitting at. Adario answered enthusiastically, "Damn, that's right! Illusion, being half daedra I have the ability to shapeshift! Thanks, I completely forgot about that!" a smile grew across Adario's face, knowing he had a solution to the problem. However, the shape-shift he could do would only last a little while, due to the fact that he's only half dremora, while other pure Daedra can shape-shift into another form permanently if they wish.
Suddenly, a group of 5 inebriated Nords approached the group's table. One of them was wearing hooded monk robes with a Stendarr amulet dangling from underneath his hood. "Oh no..." thought Adario, as he noticed that one, knowing that a conflict would arise from this. Adario knew that Stendarr worshiping fanatics would stop at NOTHING to rid Tamriel of anything even slightly Daedric. A huge sigh erupted from Adario's lungs and flowed through his mouth as he hunched over on the table and rested his thin jaw on both fists.
"We hear you're trying to form a group for the expedition. I ain't seein' that happenin" said what appeared to be the "Alpha-Male" of the five, as the Stendarr fanatic gave Adario a dirty look. Eventually, the Alpha Nord started arguing with Danacia, which later evolved into Danacia embarrassing him by kicking his ass. Adario laughed as this happened, but the Stendarr fanatic cut off Adario's laughter. "Wut the heck arr youu laffin' at, daedric bitch? *hic*" said the inebriated Stendarr fanatic rudely, in a surprisingly somewhat high pitched and nasaly voice. Adario grunted angrily, and then said, "Leave me the fluff alone, I only came here to get my armor and join this expedition. So please, leave me at peace!" The Stendarr fanatic raised an eyebrow on his drunken face, and his mouth spread into a grin. "Whyy? Ohh...am i hertin' yer feelings? You gonna cry to yer' little...Mehrunes Dagon, you milk drinkin' pussy?" once again said the Stendarr fanatic. Even though this Stendarr priest was a complete idiot, he did have courage though, if Adario's horrific voice and appearance wasn't enough to scare this man off, then nothing would. Adario then let out a fierce growl, it was fierce enough to scare off a Dragon. The man grew an apprehensive look on his face just then underneath his hood, which would contradict the whole "nothing scares him" statement. He looked as if he regretted what he was getting himself into.
Adario hopped out of his seat, pushing the chair over. Then Adario charged at the man with much speed, picked him up and bashed him into the wooden bar table where the innkeeper was standing behind. Breaking some of it off and giving the fanatic a bunch of splinters in his back. The wind was knocked out of the fanatic and the innkeeper ran off in fear. Adario dropped the Stendarr priest and the fanatic collapsed to the floor grasping his stomach, not exactly able to breathe too well. Then as he was wallowing in pain, Adario then started beating his face in savagely and repeatedly with both his right and left fists. His fists felt even harder than an Orichalum Ingot, and let alone they were being smashed into the guy's face. After about 17 pummles to the priest's face, Adario knew he was done for. Adario picked up the man by his robes and observed the bloody and battered face before him, he had noticed that his fists literally blew his nose right off his face, along with the left upper half of his lip and cheek, making his gums, teeth, and part of cheekbone visible. "Wow, I'm stronger than I thought." Adario thought to himself, seeing as how he severely damaged the poor man's face.
Adario finished him off with a fatal hook to his face while Adario was holding him up by the robes. The man's unconscious, if not dead, body flew about 10 feet backwards after Adario clobbered him and landed on the stairs that lead to the basement in the Inn. Adario then turned around, bent over, placed his hands on his knees and started panting heavily from exerting so much energy.
After the bar fight was finished, the entire group all sat down at the table they were previously at. All talking and getting to know eachother better. Adario was still panting as he sat down, but not as heavily as before. Adario heard both Edwin and Danacia say they grew up at the college, and asked curiously, "Did you happen to see me there? Probably not, because I was being tortured by my 'father' in The Midden." Adario finished his sentence with an angry grumble, remembering his absolutely terrible childhood.