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The Scrolls of Oblivion IC
The Scrolls of Oblivion
OOC Int (RP still open)
All credit ect for this RP goes to UnendingEmpire
For too long have Daedric Princes let things go unchecked. The sixteen Elder Scrolls - the sixteen fragments of the omnipotent Daedra King - have been watched closely by them, so that should a day arrive where the Scrolls must be secured, each Prince could easily choose a champion and send them to retrieve the scrolls.
That day has come.
Mehrunes Dagon has threatened to resurrect the Daedra King, so the remaining fifteen princes have deployed champions of all sorts to secure not just their own scroll, but every single one. Each Prince may have his or her own plans, but only time will tell...
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Foolish Fool lay on the ground on his back staring into the sky watching the many glittering stars and other various lights twinkle. It had been some time since he’d fallen over and after only a few attempts to stand he had given up as the world swayed around him. Turning onto his side slowly he vomited several times laughing quietly as he did so. Once he had finished he slowly sat up squinting as his head continued to throb.
Looking around he could see that he was close to some large wall structures, imperial built by the looks of them. Was this Cyrodil or some other province he wonder briefly before deciding it didn’t matter in the slightest. Swaying slightly as he stood Fool scratched himself belching as he did so, before slowly walking towards the settlement.
The night was still young and he had no intention of calling it a night, especially now that he had voided his stomach contents. As he moved towards the Tavern Foolish Fool reached into the pocket of the jacket he was wearing and pulled out the silver ornate flash and took several large gulps of the fiery liquid. “Ah” he said to himself “Nothing better than… eh…” holding the flask up to his eye he squinted at it before saying “flower juice?” seeming to confuse himself. Shrugging he had several more gulps of the never ending flask before pocketing it once more.
As he reached the Tavern Foolish Fool leant heavily against the wall to stabilize himself as he rooted around in his pocket for some gold. His clawed fist grasped at a small sack full of coins and as he pulled it out he grinned seeing that it wasn’t his.
Walking into the tavern and sitting at the bar Foolish Fool called the barmaid over banging his fist on the counter as he did so. The young imperial woman came over with a slightly irritated look on her face as the Argonian looked her up and down making no attempt to hide his gaze. “Mmmm… this one glimmers like the summerset isles” he said in what he considered to be his charming voice. The woman rolled her eyes before asking “What do you want to drink you fool?”.
With this Foolish Fool grinned and placed the pouch of gold on her tray and said “Bring me the finest and most extravagantly over-priced drinks you have” before sitting back and looking at her smugly. The woman quickly hurried away before bring a tray full of exotic beverages. Looking them over now completely ignoring the woman Foolish Fool took his time analysing each of the beverages before finally lifting the bottle of Cyrodillic brandy and uncorking it skilfully with the claw on his little finger. Taking a large swig of the brandy he sighed happily before commenting "I can taste the glorious taxation" referring to the heavy imperial duty on the spirit.
Pulling the flask out again he poured some nectar into the bottle filling it to the brim again before continuing to drink, the mixture having quite a kick to it. Turning his attention back to the barmaid Fool examined her more closely. She had short blonde hair to her shoulders and looked no older than her late twenties. Grinning and switching back to his charming voice he proceeded to harass her for the next several minutes before turning his attention to the doorway as a Khajit walked in wearing similarly exquisite clothing to his own. As he ordered his own drink from the bar Foolish Fool glared at him for a few moments befire he yelled over "I will give you fifty septims to spit in the kittens drink for me, and another fifty for each drink after that!"
The Khajit turned to him and barred his fangs retorting "pah, puny lizard is scared to say things to my face" with that Foolish Fool stood and grabbing a spoon from the nearest table he hurled it at the Khajit before saying "you couldn't even handle more than a saucer of milk before you were drunk" and the pair continued like this for a while until the Khajit, much to Fool's delight, challenged him to a drinking match.
They each started downing the different beverages, matching each other in an attempt to be the last man standing.
Before long they were both chatting and talking freely, and after Foolish Fool had told a rather dirty story the Khajit, once he'd been able to stop laughing, sighed and wiped a tear away from his eye and then suddenly there was a shimmer as he turned into Sanguine.
Foolish Fool burst out laughing before placing the princes belongings back on the bar, as he had been slowly emptying his pockets one at a time as they drank. “Always with the disguises” said Fool slurring his words “What brings the mighty prince of… eh… booze to the mighty Foolish Fool aye? Need another troublesome mortal drinking under the table?”
However this evening Sanguine had come to him for a very different reason all-together. He needed Fools help to recover the Elder Scroll that he’d misplaced years ago. The only problem was that Sanguine couldn’t exactly remember where, however he had a strange feeling that it involved Sheogorath’s realm of madness and as usual, a stint of drinking.