Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-17114085-20140901123637

Valund looked around the table, at the Breton and at the Nord woman. "These are friends of yours? Well no matter, I will tell a story while that Argonian brings over the mead." he said as he waved the Argonian off. "So how about I tell you...about the time I sailed the Sea of Ghosts and encountered a Giant Horker! He was as large as a castle! At first I thought he was a giant rock, or a small island. So I sailed towards it and set anchor. I was walking on it when the ground began to shake, I thought it was an earthquake. But it was just the horker waking up. He wasn't happy with me walking on his back and so he challenged me to a brawl. Me and the Horker fought for hours, I was throwing punches left and right." He was using his hands to help show the story. "Finally at midnight I managed to punch the horker straight in the jaw and dislocated it. He screamed in pain and so I decided to end his misery. I killed him then cooked him up in a nice pot of Horker stew, I had made so much I was eating horker stew for two whole years. I haven't touched horker stew since. True story."

A few tables from them a Nord fellow stood up. "Well I'll be damned." he said and walked over to Valund. "Still telling the same old stories, Valund the Liar? You'd think you could come up with some that sounded less like lies."

Valund looked over at the Nord. "Holy shit, I never thought I'd see any of the others again."

"Well it is kind of hard to do if you don't ever come back to Riften." the Nord said.

"Ha, as if I'd even come back to this shit town on my own accord. I was ordered here, by my superior." He said pointing to his Stormcloak armor.