Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20151119155453/@comment-5824038-20151121104604

Alador1666 wrote:

Meledran killed the emperor (Whaaaaa!? Alador, how could you ruin the ending for me! :P Pelagius, if you are reading the previous Age stories just to know the backstory then do yourself a favour and read the summaries. However, if you are reading them because you enjoy them, then I will be happy to accept a monetary reward for my efforts in writing them ;)  )

The evening was a pleasant one. The sun had set, and darkness was beginning to take a hold over the skies, but it was still quite warm. Clouds of midges lazily drifted through the air. The low moaning sound of netches was heard from outside the city. Thick smoke and the sound of gossip came from every side-street bar.

The family of Bosmer hurried across the cobbled roads into a rather more up-market looking inn. Inside, there were many locals, all dressed impeccably, but also a large number of foreigners from both the Empire and Samarkand.

A Dunmer man walked over to greet them. His name was Dwelerin Tharg, and he was the governor of Mournhold. 'Ah, I see you made it! Please, just this way, I will take you to my table. You must be the Lord and Lady of Arenthia?'

The eldest man among the Bosmer answered for both himself and his wife. 'Yes, we are. The real Lord of Arenthia, despite what my youngest son may have told you, if you had ever met him. And these are my five children, and their own children.'

The sons and daughters of the lord bowed and curtseyed, Talyaras looking discernably unenthusiastic about the whole situation.

'Right, well, come this way!' Dwelerin led them through the inn, towards the far corner. There, he had a large wooden table prepared for them. The Bosmer sat down.

Dwelerin looked very pleased. He clicked his fingers, and a waiter came over. 'I shall have a gass of flin. And for yourselves...?'

The family came up with various sophisticated and expensive drinks. Until it came to Talyaras.

'I will have sujamma,' she said in a bored voice.

The governor took a sharp intake of breath, surprised and horrified by this noblewoman's choice to have a strong liquor associated with the lower classes.

'No, she will not,' Meledras insisted. 'She will have a Cyrodiilic brandy.'

Talyaras looked annoyed at her mother's controlling attitude, but accepted her decision.