Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24449631-20140216115014

Boreau woke up.

As he slowly opened his eyes he remembered stumbling into town yesterday. And heading straight for the Inn after that.

He had sufficient rest. It wasn’t hard for him to get up. As he stood up he also stretched. He didn’t seem to have taken off his clothes. Guess he was just too tired. He picked up his backpack that stood against the bed and walked out of the door. Still pretty amazed at the Dwemer craftsmanship. The halls of the Inn were big and his every action echoed through the halls. He then noticed there was also some Music echoing through. But it wasn’t like any instrument he had ever heard. He was quick to walk into the actual tavern and see the music coming from what seemed to be giant wooden box.

He walked over to the barman.

"Why is your bard sitting in that box?" Boreau asked him with a puzzling look on his face.

The barman looked up, at first he didn’t get Boreau’s question but not soon after he started to grin as he noticed what he meant.

"Ah, that?" He laughed.

"That my friend is something new from Solitude’s bard college. It’s a Vox Lorem machine."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You see, the musicians aren’t in the actual box."

"Huh?" Boreau didn’t get it at all

"They made the music some time ago, and this is a recording.

"You mean, like.. the music is stored in the box? And can be played whenever one pleases?"

"Yes! Exactly. Pretty good investment I must say, it doesn’t ask for tips and I don’t have to give it food or shelter" the barman joked.

Boreau was a, to say the least, astonished. Despite the Beaumanic revolution being the exact thing that will undoubtedly destroy Tamriel’s very soul, you can’t help but to be amazed with all these news things and inventions.

"One thing though… the barman added. It takes a lot of space and needs to be winded up from time to time…"

<p class="MsoNormal">The machine had Nordic markings on it. They showed a little story cut in the woodwork. A story that fits with music perhaps? A small glass tube with glowing beaumanic energy stood untop of the machine, flickering. It’s energy was almost up and it probably needed to be rewinded again. It also had a serial number at the side… 004. Seems it was the fourth one ever created.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Must have been expensive."

<p class="MsoNormal">"Aye… It was." The Barman replied.

<p class="MsoNormal">"Well, thanks anyway for letting me stay the night." Boreau added.

<p class="MsoNormal">He had to get moving and get to Cheydinhal. Now that he was in the Empire things must go smoothly from now on.

<p class="MsoNormal">"heh, Thanks for your coin." The barman said with a smirk.

<p class="MsoNormal">Boreau reminded himself to be careful with his gold, he had a limited amount. And I don’t expect they would like me to pay in Adamantine Emeralds around here…

<p class="MsoNormal">He then said his goodbyes and walked out of the Silverblood Inn.

<p class="MsoNormal">Unto the stony streets of Markarth.

<p class="MsoNormal">As he looked back he really felt the urge to go around the city and have a looksee at all this fascinating dwarven craftsmanship. But he was strong enough to turn around and head for the main gate.

<p class="MsoNormal">He would come back to Markarth…

<p class="MsoNormal">Some day.