Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-24449631-20140603223532

(I really have to stop myself from starting the discussion again. Yet, it's so hard for me... I'm starting to wonder why. Aren't we humans so very interesting? people who say earth is boring and look for new galaxies and planets, hell no! There's plenty down here that's not's not been discovered yet. Some of the highest peeks of the world haven't been clum yet. Some of the deepest dephts on earth haven't been visited yet.  The Human brain is more complex to us then the theory of relativity. We here in the west can sleep soundly and peacefully, knowing full well that on the other side of the world, Chinese children die in factories, making product we use daily. We are the only species on this planet that define things and ultimately see those definitions as truths, even though in the larger picture if you zoom out enough, those definitions are meaningless. It truly is amazing.

But it matters not. Not here... here we come to write juicy pulp stories set in the Elder Scrolls world. So I guess that's what I should do, otherwise, what's the point of having me here anyways.)

Rowan wandered down the lavish bazaars of Port Hunding.

It was like nothing he had ever seen before... The amount of people, selling trading, it all happened so much faster then it did in Riften. Assuming Riften still has markets of course, the air has become so foul recently...

The smell of cinnamon and pepper filled the air. Among those two smells there were a million other ones he just could not define. As he walked over to one of the stalls from a food vendor he saw all sorts of spices and herbs he had never seen in real life before. Sure... Rich people back home could afford them, but Rowan... he had only seen these divinely smelling exotic goods in books and stories.

He leaned forward and looked down at these peculiar looking vegetables.

They were small long and red, also yellow and green.

Kinda like, green beans they have at home.

The redguard vendor had only just served a costumer and he spoke to Rowan with his fast merchant's tongue.

"Ah, yes! Our Chilie peppers, they're very good! Try one..." He offered Rowan as he gestured to him he could eat one.

Rowan blinked with his eyes for a moment, he wasn't expecting to be talked to.

"Oh don't be shy! Try one" With a smile the merchant encouraged the Nord.

Rowan didn't want to come over as rude to this man so he quickly picked a red one from the basket in front of the stall and sniffed it.

"Hmm... Doesn't seem that bad." he said as he noticed a dull sort of scent.

He shrugged and put the pepper in his mouth.

"You like it?" The merchant asked, even before Rowan had even chewed on the bloody thing.

Rowan crunched the pepper in his mouth and immediately he felt it's effects starting.

as he wanted to nod and say "Yeah it's quite alright" out of politeness he felt the pepper burn down his throat.

His eyes widened, to much amusement of the merchant who clapped his hands together in joy.

"HMMMM!" Rowan sounded as he waved his hand before his mouth, his head turning red.

What kind of bloody thing is this! The Nord thought to himself.

After what seemed like an eternity he spit out the hot pepper and let his tongue hang out of his mouth for a while.

As he coughed and coughed he only seemed to get more desperate in the situation.

"Urgk!"

"water... Water!" he sounded as he grabbed his throat.

The merchant simply leaned his elbow on the table and said:

"It's pretty spicy no?"

Rowan, lost for words, and now sitting on the ground, nodded surely.

"Aye, burp* Oh gods..." He held his hand before his mouth and closed his eyes. Afraid something poisonous might escape from either.

"You can have some refreshment." The red guard smiled as he showed him a leather pouch with probably water in it.

"Ugh... Gimme..." Rowan sounded desperately.

"I'm sorry, you're going to have to pay for that."

Rowan looked up in agony, he squinted his naturally already squinted Nordic eyes even more now.

"Wha?! How much, cough* cough*"

"Seventy gold." The merchant said as he held his other hand under the pouch presenting it.

"Can't be serious... cough*"

"Ok, then have a nice day sir." The merchant turned away again.

"Grrr, ok, ok... Here"

Rowan quickly laid down the dough, everything to battle this blasted heat in his throat. As if the weather out here wasn't bad enough. It's Mid Year for Talos' sake!

The Merchant grinned as he received his excessive pay.

"here you go!" he quickly tossed the drinkpouch to the Nord who quickly topped it up and let whatever was in it roll down his mouth whatever was needed to quench this unbearably heat.

But as soon as his taste buds, contacted with the liquid Rowan bended forward and spewed whatever was in it out.

"Argh! What is that? Some kind of alcohol! You want me killed!" The Nord shouted, his voice booming across the already busy bazaar.

"Give me water!" he practically ordered by this point.

"That costs extra..." The merchant said with an innocent smile.

"ouuuu- you...you..." Rowan was at a loss of words on how he got tricked, twice.

Seems he really is going to enjoy his stay here in Hammerfell's Stros M'kai.