Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151101155319/@comment-29559990-20151103170059

"So what's ol' Ironfist been up to, huh? Dridgus laughed.

"Nothin' much, Dridge," Vordel smirked. "Been running around all of Tamriel, fighting shit and killing shit. Same ol', Same ol. What about you guys?"

"We've been hold up here for a while. Pit Fights got shut down in Windhelm," Fentil answered. "I think it was for the best, though, y'know? Ain't a whole lotta fighters coming in after you left. And if someone new showed up, they sucked. Had to waste a whole vat on one guy just to get him through his first night,"

"Windhelm people used to be tough..." Telvrus muttered, scratching at his untamed goatee. "Just a buncha' milk-drinkin' pushovers now..."

"Damn, that sucks..." Vordel muttered. "They just upped and shut it down."

"Yeah. Kavulf said that we ain't got no business in Windhelms!" Surthan spat, waving his bottle around like a weapon. "He's a little brat sitting on a throne, that's what Kavulf is! And he can bite my gray-skinned ass!"

"I bet he'd like it, too..." Dridgus laughed, followed swiftly by the others standing around.

"Oh, I almost forgot..." Telvrus said. He snapped his fingers at the unnamed lot standing around the table. "You boys better show some respect. This man here, made the pitfights!" He proclaimed, pointing at Vordel. "This man paved the way for all you! Y'here!"

The redguard and Khajiit bowed, and the Nord gave a nod of respect. The High-Elf did nothing...

"Cmon, Tel, you're going a bit overboard..." Vordel shook his head with a chuckle.

"Nah, he ain't. You were the soul of the pitfights, man!" Surthan cried. "Like, you were the King! Mother-fuckin' King Ironfist! All hail!"

"Surth, put the drinks down," Vordel laughed, to which everyone chuckled in agreement.

"So, what did you do while you runnin'around?" Fentil asked.

"Bah, that's really it, man..." Vordel chuckled. "Nothing much besides fighting and shit,"

"Now, I have a hard time believing that," Dridgus leaned foward. "Surely, there's a lot more to it than that!"

"Did you bed 100 and 2 women like I told you?" Surthan arched a drunken eyebrow. "I'ma be upset if you didn't..."

"Sorry, Surth... didn't bed a whole lotta of 'em," Vordel shrugged.

"Aw, you letting me down boy!" Surthan cried. "Cmon, Vordy!"

Vordel rolled his eyes. "I didn't... I mean... well..."

"Dude, you're blushing," Dridgus laughed.

"Yeah... well... she's pretty cool, so..."

"Wait... you're with one right now?" Fentil grinned.

"Wha? No, No... well, yeah, but..."

"Which one, Vordy?!" Surthan laughed, glancing around the room.

Vordel sunk back into his armor. "Man... just leave it..."

"Is it her," Dridgus grinned, pointing to an elderly imperial at the back of the room.

"Man, shut up," Vordel rolled his eyes.

"Aight, not her... Wait, whose that Argonian looking at ye?"

Vordel turned his head and saw Zaydate looking his way. He wanted to say he didn't know her, because he'd knew what they'd do next, but all he could do was just stare and say "Uh..."

"Aye, is that her?" Fentil asked with wide eyes.

"You're banging with a Lizard!?" Surthan cackled.

"What?! N-No!" Vordel spat.

"He is!" Dridgus laughed.

The men around him laughed and hooted and hollered at this realization, to which Vordel sighed and sunk back into his chair again.

"Aye!" Telvrus called out to the argonian, motioning her to come over with his head. "Argonian! Come over here, will ya?"

Please don't....