Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170128213721/@comment-30797453-20170129160345

Tarshal was now on his seventh mug of mead in the hour and was piss drunk which drew the ire of several of the inns patrons who cast him dirty looks, drinking was his favourite past time other than doing skooma with fellow criminals. Tarshal always broke into song when drunk which often started bar fights as the songs were either mockery of the dominion or Imperials, his favourite song was one he learnt off a Ashlander a while back which he used to often sing when raiding villages for the Jorane rebellion not long back. Bereaved of regard for the fact many in the inn probably lost a loved one to the jorane rebellion, Tarshal broke into a rowdy song about raiding. My mother told mesomeday I would buygalley with good oarssail to distant shoresstand up high in the prownoble barque I steersteady course for the havenhew many foe-men, hew many foe-men and taketh their wives!