Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-25327264-20141028060740

Clint rode into Windhelm. He was unimpressed by what  he saw. He dismounted at the stables and walked the bridge to the city. He submitted to the security checks and declared his weapons to the weary guards.

As the moons shined on Windhelm, Clint needed a bed, he walked into Candlehearth hall and made reservations and bought a mead. Though initially finding the drink bitter, the taste had grown on him. On the otherside of the large room a group of rowdy orcs and nords were harrassing the serving girl. Clint waited five minutes, until the largest orc went and grabbed the girl. "Let her go." Clint hissed.

"Oh really? Why should we do that elf?" one of the Nords added.

"Look, we have two options here, you can let go of the nice lady here, return to your drinks and piss off home, or you deal with me." Clint said.

"Go fuck yourself with a rusty sword you high and mighty prick!" the orc snarled.

"So its the hard way then." Clint said. The Nord ran fiirst and got a clean hit in the face, He attempted to swing back, but Clints leg sent hims sprawling into a table. The orc lost interest in the serving girl and ran at him. The orc ran at him and lifted him up. As they passed a table Clint took a bottle of Honningbrews finest and smashed it against the Orcs head. The Orc dropped Clint like he was hot and sent him sprawling onto the ground. The Nord recovered and charged in with a knife. Clint on the ground kicked him, and sent him crashing into more tables.

Several guards ran in "What in Talos' name is going on here?"

"Theres been a mistake." Clint said, before being taken by the guards and promptly thrown into the dungeon. "The Templar will decide your fate in the morning!" the guard snarled.