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[SkyrimDawg]

(He has the strange abilitie to know what happens but he cant control the body when he is drunk)

 

[alikh'r damascus]

(okay. hpwever, my character does not know this) "a likely story, mistir," he said, surised he knew wht ha was doing. "damn you," he muttered, jist loud enough thathe may be heard.

 

[SkyrimDawg]

The orc says to the argonian "Have you ever been cursed by a daedric prince"

 

[alikh'r damascus]

"no," he asked suspiciously. "why?"

 

[SkyrimDawg]

The orc says "A daedric prince cursed me so that he takes control over me when I drink"

 

[alikh'r damascus]

(i cant work with this. im sorry.)

 

[Fevershaking]

Gen looks as the orc just punches the argonian. Gen wonders if this is the man he stole from. 'Guess i gotta save him...again...' Gen thought to himself. "Hey ugly!" Gen yelled at the orc. Gen then unshealthed his dagger and prepared a Conjuration spell. "Got a problem? Come at me then." Gen didnt even know what he was doing. He didnt even really know the argonian.

 

[alikh'r damascus]

"woah!" alikh'r calls out. "i know he just attacked me, but theres no need to go offensive!"

 

[SkyrimDawg]

The orc passes out from drinking to much.

 

[alikh'r damascus]

(this is rediculous)

 

[Freyja]

Freyja slinked into the inn with a smug look on her face. Her eyes glinted as she spotted the innkeeper tending to a few men. She crouched down, and snuck behind the innkeeper, where she stole a couple coins-just enough for a drink. Standing up, she walked over to a seat and sat down, ordering an ale with the money she had just stolen. She looked over at a passed out orc, and lots of disgruntled people. A brawl. Overconfident buffoons.

(I HAVE NO INTENTION TO OFFEND. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS PERSONALLY.)

 

[SkyrimDawg]

The orc wakes up and drinks some skooma to be more awake.

 

[Freyja]

Freyja looked over at the orc who had made quite a ruckus getting up. These folk were so loud! It almost made Freyja wish she had never come back to the loud city, even if it were only for a drink and some restocking. She looked back at her ale and took a swig of it, finishing it.
"You seem to enjoy drinking," Freyja said loudly without even looking at the orc. Yet the way she said it implied that it was to him-she was being outright rude.

 

[SkyrimDawg]

"I love to drink, I have special drnks in my pockets if you want one"

 

[Freyja]

Freyja eyed the orc down. He looked like someone needed to take those drinks from him. Permanently. But Freyja didn't want to cause a brawl. Again. She smiled, pulling down her hood and edging her mask off her mouth. "Why not? I've had a rough day." She held out her hand.

 

[SkyrimDawg]

"My name is Kareturek what is yours" and gives her some Cyrodilic Brandy

 

[Freyja]

"Freyja," she said, taking the brandy from Kareturek. "What brings you to here?"

 

[SkyrimDawg]

"I have been chasing a guy from solitude but I lost him in the forest"

 

[Freyja]

"I know the feeling," Freyja said with a sigh. She had once lost a kill, who had actually managed to swim away. She took a swig of the brandy. It was good. Really good.

 

[SkyrimDawg]

When Freyja did not see Kareturek took the coins from her pockets.