Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24449631-20140202030911

Rowan's day out
Rowan got up. Apparently he had fallen asleep with his lute still in his hands. He got up his bed and slowly walked to his wardrobe. His wardrobe was nothing spectacular really, he had only two pair of trousers, one pair of shoes, 3 different shirts and one leather jacket. A jacket that his mother made for him before he went adventuring ten year ago, he hasn’t worn it ever since he returned.

He pulled out his weekend clothes. Today he didn’t have to go to the factory which meant he could do whatever he liked today. He looked at his door. No beam of sunlight protruding through his spy hole of his front door, so no sunny day. So… no hunting. Although hunting was now illegal, since most species around were getting fewer in numbers so only select noblemen and women could hunt. But people still did it anyways. But if you were caught, penalties would be most severe. But it didn’t matter anyways, since today didn’t look like it would be one of those days.

He washed his arms and chest before putting on his shirt. The water was freezing water from lake Honrich he scooped up from the Waterfront outside his house, It was clean enough. If he’d have lived a few blocks further he’d probably been melted his own skin off if he used the water in the canals there. Not that there were any canals. Which made Rowan think why he even asked himself that odd question.

As he deemed himself ready to venture outside he picked an Apple from the fruit bowl on his table and considered he would have his breakfast on the go in the city. Rowan had lost some weight since his parents were killed. Don’t get me wrong he’s still pretty built and capable to hold his own in a fight. It’s just that he defiantly got more pale. As much as a Nord could of course… By the way speaking of a fight…

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Rowan’s ears were ringing… That blow was a pretty good one, but he was still very much in the game. He looked around, to make sense of his situation again. As he spat some blood out of his mouth on the hay floor. As he looked around he could see people cheering and screaming at him from all sides. He then turned to the Dark elf again.

"I’m sorry. Was that the best you got?" He taunted as he knocked on his own bloody chest with his fist.

The Dunmer looked at him with fierce red eyes, almost as if he was going to kill him. Farlas the terrible looked at Rowan

"Hah, All talk, why don’t you hit me.?" He threatened back.

Rowan laughed it off."Whatever you say pal"

That did it, Farlas now charged straight for Rowan. Rowan braced himself as the Dark elf grabbed him by the waist and lifted him in the air. He then chopped his hand in the man’s side. This made the man stagger and lose his balance so he had to drop Rowan again.

"See… You can’t do better" Rowan laughed again. Getting the crowds approval, He started to enjoy this. But he might have spoken too soon.

"You know, everyone knows you’re a here because your little rich family got slaughtered."

The Crowd felt the game was on now and got a bit more quiet. Rowan had his back to the man when the dunmer said those words. Rowan clenched his fists.

And let go of his fury with a loud shout. Sadly that was precisely what the Dunmer wanted and before he knew it his face made contact with the mean left hook of the Dark Elf.

He could hear his nose fracture. Seconds later he felt a right hand punch his stomach he left undefended. After that hit he felt all systems go out and he simply fell to the floor, lights flickering before he went down and curled himself up as he moaned because of pain.

<p class="MsoNormal">He heard everything like it happened in another room. He saw vaguely how the Dunmer was hoisted out of the ring and celebrated across the Ragged flagon for winning this underground fighting match.

<p class="MsoNormal">He felt himself being pulled up by the organiser of the fight.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Get up! Rowan. GET UP! That’s the second time you went down this month. I expected better from you." He said with a concerned but stern voice.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Sigh… You go now, and get a drink, we’ll sort things out. K?" he assured Rowan while padding him on the shoulder.

<p class="MsoNormal">It hurt a little. But Rowan didn’t mind. He felt more alive than ever

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">It was quiet. Rowan looked around, The Crossed Daggers was a new Pub in town, and there was no one in except the keeper and one regular. Rowan himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">The quietness was a great contrast to the loud cellar of the Ragged Flagon were only hours ago he was beaten pretty hard.

<p class="MsoNormal">The barman/keeper came back with his drink. He looked up at Rowan and noticed the band-aid on Rowan’s nose.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan noticed he was staring and told him off with a stare. The barkeeper quickly realised it wasn’t his business. And got back to polishing his glasses, mugs or whatever it is he does when there is no fucking people around.

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan looked down his glass of Verinta… A drink made by the Argonians. It’s strong, very strong. But Rowan got accustomed to it. And he never drank anything else since. It was the only thing strong enough that made him forget.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he finished his glass and he pulled a face. He thought to himself what had become of his life… he rubbed his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">"It went to shit, is what it did." He concluded while violently putting his glass down.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Thanks for the Verinta" he told the barkeeper, even though he never knew his name.

<p class="MsoNormal">The barkeeper just nodded. As if he gave permission for Rowan to leave.

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">Rowan walked down the streets of the New city. Where the stone buildings still smelled from fresh mortar and stone. Yet they already looked ruined because of the smoke that hung over the city like a disease. As he entered a little ally he noticed that he was followed. Rowan pretended he didn’t see the mysterious figure and walked on.

<p class="MsoNormal">I wonder what he’s up to…