Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20140201133112/@comment-24449631-20140202162358

Rowan sighed and put the ring in his pocket. He looked back at were moments ago Gwendolynn had dissapeared. And he smiled. he felt something he hadn't felt for a long time, excitement. As if he suddenly had something to live for.

She was right, he wouldn't report her, she was his way out. For now anyways...

He heard thunderclouds gather above him, so he quickly turned his collar up for the rain that would surely follow. And walked off to Goldenglow Bridge, it had been completely finished since last month. It was a massive structure invested by the owner of Goldenglow island, it was to connect Riften with the Munition Factory on the Island. During it's building people started to built houses along the way. Despite it being built rather quickly Goldenglow Bridge was pretty stable and didn't seem it was going to collapse, anytime soon.



Rowan heard mara's bell toll in the distance as he started walking across Goldenglow bridge, it was 6 o'clock in the evening. The reason why he needed to go to the island because he had someone there that owed him, big time. A Redguard working as an mechanic at the factory. Rowan once saved his life when he was in trouble. As rowan walked across the stones of the bridge he noticed the first drops falling infront of him. So he picked up his pace. Eventually he got near the iron gate of Goldenglow munitions. The initials GG-M were bended into the framework of the bars. he then followed the wall that surrounded the Factory courtyard to his left. behind the first corner some of the bricks were lose, and could easily be taken out to form a passage through to the courtyard. Rowan looked around, to see whether or not someone was watching.

No one. he concluded and pulled some of the bricks in order to form a hole big enough he could fit through.

After he had done so, he crawled under and voila! he was in.

He quickly looked around. Where is it. he looked around and finally saw it.

"Motorcar lock-up"

And rowan casually walked in. Just in time before the rain got worse. inside, Rowan could hear someone beating on some piece of machinery. he slowely walked over, only to see that it was Kassimir. The Redguard that owned him.

"Hello, Kassimir." Rowan said quielty

The redguard quickly looked up

"Gods... Fucking oblivion take you! Don't jump on me like that"

he quickly lowered his voice after he noticed it was Rowan.

"Oh... Rowan, what can i do for you" he said while he took a wrench and screwed some more on that... whatver it was he was working on.

"I came here for my favour"

"haha... your favour? And what might that be? money?"

"I need a motorcar"

as soon as Kassimir heard that he stopped.

"What? no way!"

"I need it, Kassimir you owe me"

"Yeah, I know but... but a motorcar?" He looked around "Are you insane?"

"I just want to borrow it, is there any harm in that"

"well Goldenglow would have my hide if they knew I borrowed you one of eleven motorcars of the entire city."

Rowan looked at Kassmir with a threatening gaze

"You know, it's still not too late..."

"Too late for what?"

"To tell.. Balock the orc, you cheated him out of his money... and slept with his sister"

The redguard showed a sour frown.

"yeah, yeah... I catch your drift, Rowan...."

Rowan smiled.

"I actually wonder, those orc women. How are they? Are they like?..."

The redguard looked at rowan with disgust

"Not your business!"

Rowan laughed

"just teasing you"

"oh ha-ha..." The redguard concluded sarcastically.

"Follow me bigshot..." he then said as he beckoned Rowan to follow him through the garage.

"here it is..."

Kassimir showed Rowan a Mantius T1.

"You know how they work?"

"Eh... Sort of" Rowan said while he climbed 'aboard'

''mara preserve me... ''Kassimir prayed as he saw the Nord fiddle with the gears.

The Motorcar, was mostly made of nord timber and refined Dwarven Brass. it had lovely swirl decorations on the side and it's steering wheel and the leather seating was pretty comfortable.

"you know, why not use a horse? I mean..." Kassimir still tried to plea with him

"Because I no one who ownes horses owes me"

"oh well..." The redguard didn't find any sensible retort.

"How does it start?" Rowan asked

"Pull that lever there" Kassimir said with a noticable 'worry' in his voice.

Once Rowan pulled the leaver, the Beaumanic collider inside did it's magic. And heated up, the refined moonstone started to boil and flow through the engine of the machine and it's residu became steam and exited via the exhaust piped on the back. All this while it played it's clunky mellody.

"IT'S PRETTY LOUD!" Rowan turned to Kassimir.

"YEAH, THAT'S WHY YOU NEED THESE!..." Kassimir stood on his toes and gave Rowan earmuffs and something that looked like goggles.

Rowan put them on, not realising how ridiculous he looked now.

"ANYTHING ELSE?" he asked

Kassimir just smirked and said

"NO!"

"NOW, PULL IT IN THE FIRST GEAR!"

"THIS ONE?'"

"Oh NONONO!"

But it was too late Rowan pulled the wrong gear and the machine slowely bumped into the workbench behind him.

Rowan looked back. "... Sorry..."

The redguard held onto his hair

"I'm so gonna get fired..."

"HELP ME WITH THE GATES!" Rowan concluded and ungracefully rode out the garage.

-

Rowan had now finally left Riften again for the First time in 10 years. And he had never felt this happy since then.

''On route then... To Cheydinhal''