Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-10197675-20140831113334

(Btw, this is an introduction to a new character I will be creating soon; this is also at present time as well not a flashback or something like that, also I was quite tempted to add a track to this but I think I may just leave it.)

Windpeek Inn, Dawnstar…

Snow fell by the foot as the rancorous night continued; many of the townsfolk were in their houses, either sleeping or taking shelter from the harsh weather outside. Dawnstar was known quite well for the large amount of snowfall it had, it mainly subsumed to it for all year round, but the snowfall of this Heartfire eve was especially vicious and that could be noted as the depth of the snow was starting to increase quite dramatically.

However within the bright and courageous atmosphere of The Windpeek Inn, the weather outside was simply tossed aside, as an intense brawl started to brew. This brawl had been warming up quite nicely over the previous couple of days, as a pissed off Nord had been continuously bickering and quarreling with a snobby long nosed Altmer. The two of them had disliked each other from first site, which is normally the case for any Nord and High Elf, yet this rivalry seemed much bitterer than any other squabble that would normally accrue, as these two mortals had a harsh hatred for one another that could be sensed by almost everyone else within the Inn. Even some of the town’s guards were in the inn cheering them on as they started to square up close to each other. And on this especially cold and stormy night most of the town’s folk had gathered in their local inn to not only drink but witness this much anticipated brawl.

Blood was expected to drop down to the floor boards as the pushing and shoving started to begin and unsurprisingly it was the more angered Nord who pitched the first punch, connecting with the Altmer’s upper left cheek and causing a devastating blow that did quite predictably spatter the Mer’s blood all over the floor and to make matters worse the High Elf, he now had a dislodged nose, this inflicted a lot of pain as the cries of battle started to uproar. The excitement was now spreading as the locals started cheering and clapping and it was once again the Nord who threw the second punch of the brawl, upper cutting the Altmer, therefore sending a few teeth into the air as well as yes you guessed it more blood, which spattered on the ceiling, walls and floor. The staining red liquid was then spread once more as the relentless Nord once again pummeled the worn-out face of the now quite knowledgeably weaker Altmer. So forth the crowd now knew who the more favorite of the two was, as the stronger and more powerful Nord choke slammed the wrecked High Elf to the ground. The Altmer obviously wasn’t expecting this much muscle from the Nord, as his face was once again clouted by the large fists of the Nord. A grim smile appeared upon the Nords face as he let his rage loose by endlessly smacking the snobby Altmer’s blooded face. And on the receiving side of the fist The Altmer was letting out many cries and shouts as he started to feel an extreme amount of pain, defeat was surly inevitable for him, and this was clarified by the means of the loud chants now being yelled by the crowd, repeatedly shouting the Nords name, urging him onwards on an unstoppable ramped rage, the High Elf struggled trying to set free of this onslaught, but it was hopeless as the Nords hits started to get heavier and heavier, eventually resulting in the Altmer getting knocked out.

The Altmer had failed to win this brawl so forth he would feel grief the next morning, as for the Nord though he ravished in victory and his name was chanted into the night…