BhidulOct 03, 2014Oct 03, 2014 at 02:06 AM
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(( I'm bored :P ))
It was about midnight, the moons shown brightly on the snow of Skyrim. The cold nipped at Bhidul in his white armor, which should have been a different color to perhaps trap more heat. The only haven was a nearby tavern. Thirsty for a drink, he walked into the wood house. It smelled of cooking meat, a diverse amount of beer, and sweaty Nords. By the look on the men's faces he could tell in a split-second everyone was drunk. Even a Nord claimed to be a Falmer... Bhidul walked to the main bar and rested his forearms on the wood table. He grabbed a few coins and bought the finest brandy in the house. He took the recently purchased drink and obviously took a large swig. As he sat in the bar all was heard, laughter, drunkards, lute players, drunk lute players... He took another swig of the drink, the ache on his head signified, 'Hey! You're getting drunk!" He set the drink down. As it happened a drunk Nord man stared Bhidul in his eyes, still covered by a helmet after his drink was set aside. He looked at him carefully and said with an alcoholic breath, "Look here, lad..." He grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to all the drunk bastards, "these men be drinkin', why aren't ya' either?" He patted Bhidul hardly on his back, the Nord didn't notice. Bhidul felt uncomfortable being turned around by force, "He was about to leave..." The man yelled at him, "Leave? Are you mad, I just saw ya' drag your kitty-ass in here and buy yerself a drink!" he looked at him with an obvious non-sober glare, "sit... drink... stay..." He said to him grimly. "Thanks, but no..." He said to him icily. He walked forward, but was grabbed by the shoulder, again... "Where do you think yer goin' you little cat fu-" he punched the Nord right on the side of the head, "He said... he was leaving, but now it's time to feed your tongue to yourself..." The Nord grinned and shouted out, "C'mon boys! Let's rough up this pompous-ass cat!" He took another hit at the Nord, hitting him in the abdomen and striking him across the face, grabbing his shoulder and kneeing him up the chin, leaving him knocked out on the floor. "Who's next?! He roared in anger. "Another Nord walked up, he was a bit bulky. He took a punch at his face, he succeeded, but only knocked off his helmet. He grabbed the man and threw him to the side, he made him take an uppercut several times before breaking a beer-bottle on his mindless head. Another Nord ran up yelling with a war-cry. He tried to slam Bhidul across his jaw, but he stopped his hand, decked him with the other and jumped. Both feet were flung up i the air, it was as if he was laying flat in mid-air, he kicked the man with both feet knocking him half-dead on the floor. Bhidul stood up after the little kick he did on the man's body, he landed on his back in the process of making it. As another Nord this time it was a lady, an ugly one too. She took a. Few missed swings but laid on hard on his gut. He grabbed the woman and threw her aside, "He never hit a lady, just threw one..." He joked as he watched her fall freight onto the bar counter, drunk and slightly beat up. The last one came and made a few direct hits on Bhidul. He fell to the ground. He got up and quickly kicked upwards, hitting him in the jaw, it was an instant KO. There were they all. The drunk Nords, not all though. The other Nords sat staring at Bhidul, one let out a laugh and cheered. He was flattered but angry. He quickly left the door, fixing his white helmet on his head, "Quite a strange bunch..." He mumbled as he rode off into the land kissed by the skies.
It was about midnight, the moons shown brightly on the snow of Skyrim. The cold nipped at Bhidul in his white armor, which should have been a different color to perhaps trap more heat. The only haven was a nearby tavern. Thirsty for a drink, he walked into the wood house. It smelled of cooking meat, a diverse amount of beer, and sweaty Nords. By the look on the men's faces he could tell in a split-second everyone was drunk. Even a Nord claimed to be a Falmer... Bhidul walked to the main bar and rested his forearms on the wood table. He grabbed a few coins and bought the finest brandy in the house. He took the recently purchased drink and obviously took a large swig. As he sat in the bar all was heard, laughter, drunkards, lute players, drunk lute players... He took another swig of the drink, the ache on his head signified, 'Hey! You're getting drunk!" He set the drink down. As it happened a drunk Nord man stared Bhidul in his eyes, still covered by a helmet after his drink was set aside. He looked at him carefully and said with an alcoholic breath, "Look here, lad..." He grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to all the drunk bastards, "these men be drinkin', why aren't ya' either?" He patted Bhidul hardly on his back, the Nord didn't notice. Bhidul felt uncomfortable being turned around by force, "He was about to leave..." The man yelled at him, "Leave? Are you mad, I just saw ya' drag your kitty-ass in here and buy yerself a drink!" he looked at him with an obvious non-sober glare, "sit... drink... stay..." He said to him grimly. "Thanks, but no..." He said to him icily. He walked forward, but was grabbed by the shoulder, again... "Where do you think yer goin' you little cat fu-" he punched the Nord right on the side of the head, "He said... he was leaving, but now it's time to feed your tongue to yourself..." The Nord grinned and shouted out, "C'mon boys! Let's rough up this pompous-ass cat!" He took another hit at the Nord, hitting him in the abdomen and striking him across the face, grabbing his shoulder and kneeing him up the chin, leaving him knocked out on the floor. "Who's next?! He roared in anger. "Another Nord walked up, he was a bit bulky. He took a punch at his face, he succeeded, but only knocked off his helmet. He grabbed the man and threw him to the side, he made him take an uppercut several times before breaking a beer-bottle on his mindless head. Another Nord ran up yelling with a war-cry. He tried to slam Bhidul across his jaw, but he stopped his hand, decked him with the other and jumped. Both feet were flung up i the air, it was as if he was laying flat in mid-air, he kicked the man with both feet knocking him half-dead on the floor. Bhidul stood up after the little kick he did on the man's body, he landed on his back in the process of making it. As another Nord this time it was a lady, an ugly one too. She took a. Few missed swings but laid on hard on his gut. He grabbed the woman and threw her aside, "He never hit a lady, just threw one..." He joked as he watched her fall freight onto the bar counter, drunk and slightly beat up. The last one came and made a few direct hits on Bhidul. He fell to the ground. He got up and quickly kicked upwards, hitting him in the jaw, it was an instant KO. There were they all. The drunk Nords, not all though. The other Nords sat staring at Bhidul, one let out a laugh and cheered. He was flattered but angry. He quickly left the door, fixing his white helmet on his head, "Quite a strange bunch..." He mumbled as he rode off into the land kissed by the skies.
Edited Oct 03, 2014 at 10:22 AM by 0