So I was chillin' in Riverwood, and some 'Hired Thugs' come up to me, and they want to kill me. So I panic (a archery speced rouge) and bolt for the nearest gaurd, and the just ignore me! So run for the nearest building hoping they wont come inside, so i run into the inn.
Inside the Inn, and one of the guys is already inside, i sprint and pop off a few arrows, killing one of the Thug. Then Sven the loveable bard comes to my aid, distracting one of the Thug so that I can kill him, (the inn keep and drunk are hiding in the corner). The Thugs then killed poor sweet sven, and in a rage I butcher the last thug with two steel daggers.
I then run to sven, and weep at his loss, we shared some good times double crossing that stupid elf hunter, he was young, he was in love, and he had the voice of an angel, if only i could hear Ragnar the Red one last time.
I thought Sven a true nord, and in so, deserves a true nordic funeral, so heave his body onto the make shift funeral pyre, which was formally the Inn fireplace.
After I drank myself silly on ale, to celebrate the life of Sven, then i remembered that I found a note on one of the bodies, and pulled it out.
Orgnar? Who is Orgnar? I try to recolect who i have wronged, and then it hit me, who is the most disturbed, vile, disgusting disgrace of a Nord...
The Inn's Barman...
and in my pure anger, i released a fury in the arrows into him.
I then take my leave of this hellish inn, and return to the life of the road.
P.S.
On the way back i found a floating dog
and a sick man vomiting acid onto a mudcrab.
Inside the Inn, and one of the guys is already inside, i sprint and pop off a few arrows, killing one of the Thug. Then Sven the loveable bard comes to my aid, distracting one of the Thug so that I can kill him, (the inn keep and drunk are hiding in the corner). The Thugs then killed poor sweet sven, and in a rage I butcher the last thug with two steel daggers.
I then run to sven, and weep at his loss, we shared some good times double crossing that stupid elf hunter, he was young, he was in love, and he had the voice of an angel, if only i could hear Ragnar the Red one last time.
I thought Sven a true nord, and in so, deserves a true nordic funeral, so heave his body onto the make shift funeral pyre, which was formally the Inn fireplace.
After I drank myself silly on ale, to celebrate the life of Sven, then i remembered that I found a note on one of the bodies, and pulled it out.
Orgnar? Who is Orgnar? I try to recolect who i have wronged, and then it hit me, who is the most disturbed, vile, disgusting disgrace of a Nord...
The Inn's Barman...
and in my pure anger, i released a fury in the arrows into him.
I then take my leave of this hellish inn, and return to the life of the road.
P.S.
On the way back i found a floating dog
and a sick man vomiting acid onto a mudcrab.