Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20160913141844/@comment-35609040-20160918191305

(Don't worry, Redsalot.  I'm decently motivated)

"What a shame!"

The Old Imperial tears a pamhplet off the side of the old bastion, which runs along the busy street, "A damn shame, this!"

"Good day, old timer", says an Elvish passerby with artificial politness.

The elder man shakes his cane. "What's so good about it, eh!?", he cries.

"You seem to be having a bad day, then", the elf said to himself. "Truly", snorts the Imperial. "Well then", the Bosmer approaches, "what seems to be the problem?"

"Take a look for yourself!", and the old man thrusts the pamphlet into the elf's arms with all the authority of a much younger man.

"Terrible danger...missing persons...curfew imposed", the Elf continues to skim the paper, while the old Imperial watches him with eyes like a hawk. "countryside...possibly Daedra!?", the Elf is taken back, "By the eight, I believe I understand why you are so upset!"

"Indeed!", cries the Imperial, "and surely it took you long enough!  As if wars and occupations are not enough, now we have a something most wicked in our very midst!  I long for the days of yore!"

The Elf breaks into mirth. "The days of Yore?", he cackles aloud, "You mean the days of the Great War, my old friend? You long for those!"

The Imperial would have very much liked to put the Elf in his place, before he was interrupted again.

"Good day", says another jubilant fellow. "It is most certaintly not!", cries the Imperial. The Bosmers smiles dryly and the newcomer, and hands him the pamphlet.

"Well I can't say I absolutely see the problem with this", says he, another Imperial, until he reads further, at which point he nearly jumps back with a great "Hello!"

"A Daedra!", he exclames, "Well now I am truly vexed!"

"And you should be", says the Old Imperial. The Bosmer smiles nervously as the guard marches past, "Are they off to slay it, then?  Poor souls.  I wonder how many of them willn't return."

An Orc passes the party, "Good day!"

"PHAH!", the goes the Imperial, and he marches away with the aid of his cane.

"Now what is his problem?", says the Orc as he watched the old man limp away. "Behold", says the Imperial, "The bane of all Good Days!"

The Orc is suddenly in possesion of a paper, and the second Imperial rushes away. He stares up at the Bosmer, who was looking at him with a slight disgust. The Bosmer quickly catches himself and hurries off.

"Daedra!", says the Orc, but with fear not excitement, "I say!  That would be a very good death!"