Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150719233658/@comment-29559990-20150722180945

Suddenly, in a quick motion, the majority of the new customers in the Bannered Mare unsheathed their swords and Axes and began forcing other customers to the ground, barking the orders of getting on the ground and keeping silent. Some were thrown to the ground, others were thrown up against the wall. All with some form of weapon pressed up against their necks. Those who did not comply were quickly killed.

With the entirety of the Bannered Mare silenced and subdued, the entrance creaked open, and in came a Dark Elf, his face covered in crimson paint, and he wore a wicked smile that stretched from ear to ear. In his right hand, there was a loaded Crossbow

"Ladies and Gentleman." He beamed, his voice sending a shudder through the spines of the Bannered Mare patrons. "We interrupt your sorrow-drowning and bar fights to bring you a special performance from the greatest traveling show in all of Tamriel!"

He laughed a bit. "But, before you can see such a performance, you'll need to pay the small admission fee."

His men began to dig into the coin purses and pockets of the subdued patrons. "So, my merry men are simply going to relieve you of your septims, and we'll see if you have enough to enter..."

One of the men restrained on the wall, one who had had 5 bottles too many, bellowed "Hey, ya prick, I dunno what show your on about, but I'm not A*hic*attending. So, YOU, can lemme walk out the door, and..."

The man didn't finish. The dark elf aimed his crossbow and fired, his bolt debraining the drunk and sending his limb body to the floor. Some people gasped and stared in awe, but no one dared to scream.

The Dark Elf glared at the man corpse, no longer donning his smile. He turned back to the other patrons, and his smile returned. "So! Does anyone else have a stupid request?"