Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-24736819-20151012154044

"Well, Max, it has been a busy day. I need to get some rest...and so should you.", Carden commented after finishing his singing.

"Worth the pay, mr. Carden! Worth the pay!", the Innkeeper smiled, happy about the income he received that evening. The bard simply nodded and came closer to Max.

"Listen, tomorrow when we leave...I need you to go to my room and grab a cloth-wrapped book I'll leave on the bed. It is imperial that you do not open it, but take it with you.", he whispered.

"What? A book, huh? What kind of book? And you know that I'll open it, right? I mean, you've just said for me to NOT open it.", Max raised an eyebrow, eyeing the 4 newcomers at the Inn: a large, long bearded nord; a muscular, short imperial; a richfully dressed imperial-breton halfbreed; a slender-looking breton and two, seemingly twins, bosmers.

"We never had a chance to finish our chat about us three being halfgods and all...but this might take your mind out of opening that book: if you do, then you'll forever be stuck in Apocrypha.", with that, the son of Hermaeus Mora turned around and headed to his room.

Max couldn't help but to feel excited, Carden was obviously talking about a Black Book. Maximus had never seen nor touched one of those and it was said to be a powerful artifact, so naturally the thought of opening it sounded very pleasant.

...

"Innkeeper. Give me boys a few rounds.", the long bearded nord slammed his fat fist on the counter. It was clearly closing time for the Inn, but Váli seemed not to care.

"Last round, gentlemen. I was about to close when you entered...", the Innkeeper informed them and was kind enough to give each of those men a mug of ale.

"Figured as much. There are just us and that weird looking feela there...though day?", Cori, the halfbreed, asked as he analyzed the place.

"Quite the opposite, sir. The great Carden showed up here today and decided to play for us...", the imperial innkeeper shook his nead.

"Who?", Ludo asked, not knowing who or what was a Carden.

"Carden, the Bard.", Cori should be the only one of the group who knew the name, "A good day, then. Lots of customers, huh? Tell me, is there any chance that you saw a fella with a darkish grey, hand and a half sword around here?"

The Innkeeper shook his head while cleaning the used mugs, yet Max's eyes widened. He knew that sword, that weird little fellow just described Kharma, Destro's beloved magical sword.

The imperial shook his head, trying to bring the madness back into the main thought of his mind but failing to do so. It was his brother's presence, he realized that on the day Destro was born...everytime they got close for a long period, his mind would become clearer.

Slowly, Maximus yawned and rose from the chair aiming to go and get some sleep. Perhaps tell his brother about those men who were looking for him... he did wanted to, yet...

"Hey, you!", the halfbreed called for him, "Yes, you."

It didn't took long until the muscular imperial got in front of Maximus' path, blocking his passage.

"Excuse me, sir. You are impeding me to go back to my room.", he cordially said.