Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20160530212729/@comment-26801133-20160601095153

S'Dalaar woke up from the sound of frequent noises from above. Metal clashing, broken glass, smashed wooden furniture and screams. For some reason he found himself in a dark room, partially stuffed inside a large, round container. It was a large, empty beer barrel. His mind was dimmed from all the cheap ale he had drunk last night. Eventually it all came back to him. He was on stroll in the city after several drinks, but still felt thirsty for more booze. Since he was too far away from the Waterfront he decided to drink at the nearest bar he could find. One thing led to another and S'Dalaar had snuck into the basement of the inn to sleep off the alcohol.

All the racket above sounded more intense than the usual bar rabble. Perhaps there was a big brawl going on? S'Dalaar was intrigued and opened the trapdoor only to see a bloodbath going on. His instincts told him to simply sneak out while everybody was busy fighting. But another part of him, probably the alcohol influenced part, told him to stay and help. An Argonian was attacking a couple of fellows who was trying to make it out of the chaos. S'Dalaar barged out into the open, tackling through several people and grabbed a hold of the rabid lizard and thew him into a table.