Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-10197675-20140902221836

(Won't be back on till Sat night i don't think, so untill then...)

Meanwhile within Whiterun...

Zalniltron slowly walked into the Bannered Mare and immediately he could sense many eyes burrowing into him, staring at his horrid and bruised face, as well as the pity leather rags that were wrapped around him. The Altmer precariously took a seat next to the fire and instantly he felt relief, as he could finally rest his weary body.

Zalniltron then started to slowly close his eyes, but straightaway he was unrested as he heard a quite loud and intimidating voice signalled at him.

“What’s that filthy Thalmor doin sittin in ma’ seat?!” a Nord voice bellowed.

Zalniltron quickly turned his head around to see an angry brute of a Nord heading towards him and before he had time to react; the violent Nord had tilted the chair up from its back legs tipping the young and injuried Altmer onto the floor.

In pain Zalniltron rolled over and attempted to get up, but his aching body kept him down, so forth the High Elf cried out in agony, and as a response the Nord came over to him, ‘to help’…

“Need a little help down there…? YOU HIGH ELF PIECE OF CRAP!!”.

Zalniltron then felt a heavy boot plough into his back crippling him even further in the progress. The Nord then bent down and grabbed the Altmer’s jaw, squeezing it, causing Zalniltron to wheeze and groan. The Nord then lifted the Altmer up of the ground holding him by the jaw.

“NOW LISTEN TO ME YOU DIRTY ELF CRETIN… I WILL RIP YA’ GUTS OUT IF YOU SHOW THAT WHEZELY FACE OF YOURS IN THIS INN AGIN… YA HEAR ME!! Yelled the Nord.

Zalniltron tried to answer back, but he couldn’t open his mouth due to the Nords strong grasp.

“NOW GET OUTTA HERE!! …. The Nord then opened the Inn door, before chucking the Altmer out and onto the cold hard ground.

Zalniltron rolled around in agony, whilst saying under his breathe, “Asshole…”