Skyrim Legends ( accepting )

[true royalty.]

True to Atlas's thoughts, Falkner was slightly inebriated, evident by the red hue that stretched across his nose, and the rather dopey grin that was on his usually sharp, focused face. It was rather amusing to see, considering one would expect a smirk or a smile on his scarred visage, rather than a silly expression.

"Of course!" He grinned, clunking his mug with Beck's offered flagon, taking another gulp of the mead before slamming it back onto the table. A few muffled thoughts went through his head, and the man seemed to sort through them all, before suddenly widening his eyes and nodding. His eyes gained their usual focused, determined glare, although a shaky grin was still halfway on his lips.

"What's your name, by the way? Atlas and I here are planning on going out to Riverwood soon here; just got rumors of a few bandits bothering the poor folks there. We could use the extra muscle." Judging from the guard's posture, he seemed to have a decent amount of combat experience.

[Elyidian]

Brianna looked over at Kate in Flakreath
" no signs of intelegent life anywhere"

[Elyidian]

( and the winner is........ Falkner.. Unless he don't wanna be her boyfriend ... That's fine as well ))

Kate nodded " I know a few people here"

[Anachronism]

With a satisfying clink of mugs, the two men drank almost simultaneously. Beck's immunity to alcohol had worn down over the last few months, so he was probably the light-weight here. He got drunk just over one mug, but he'd swear it was because he was tired.
"I'm willing to give them a what-for." He said, waving his fist, not noticing Kate approaching. He hadn't even heard her come in.
"I need a change to use my sword-arm again, anyway." Ordinarily, since he was now a merc, he shouldn't work for free. But first off, they were being unusually nice about it by offering to take him along and second off, he was too buggered to ask.
"When would we set out?" He tried not to slur, but his words were just a bit scrambled. He stopped mid sentence as a bardic lady slowly gained his attention with his favorite song since he was a lad.
This was a strong turn of events compared to how hard it had been for him for some time. He was drinking decent mead, having pretty women singing his favorite sonnet, and talking with fellow adventurers.
Best yet, he'd get to swing blades at bandits later.
But then Brianna had to speak up again and shatter the warm feeling he'd had with a stinging insult.
"Hey," He hiccuped, "I'm not that stupid." He looked up, and even though his vision was a little fuzzy he could recognize Kate's voice as it reached his ears.

[Elyidian]

Kate and Brianna liked at the Druken men " well, sure could fool me" Kate said as Brianna nodded

[CorvusSchnee]

Username:
TekkamanSoul
Name:
Tlevar/Ravelt of the Nightingales
Age:
24
Race:
Nord
Sex/Gender:
Male
Relatives/Kin:
Nobody of importance
Marital Partner:
As if Tlevar would get married anytime soon. He's too free-spirited.
Crush:
Open
Children(If any):
None as of yet
Affiliations:
Thieves Guild
Positions in Affiliation(s):
Leader(and secretly a Nightingale)
Description or Image:
Tlevar is not often seen by many people, making him one of the most mysterious leaders of the Thieves Guild to date. Those who do see him have had differing stories about his appearance. Some say he is an old man with white hair, others say a young man wearing a hood. In reality, both descriptions have some truth to them. Tlevar, or Ravelt to those who know his true name, is a young man of average height with a lean build. He has snow-white hair and eyes as blue as the azure waters of the sea.

[Elyidian]

(( I accept your forum but I'm in Colorado as of the moment and can't add it, I'll be home tonight ( nm ) and I'll add it to the first post)

[true royalty.]

Falkner: The Dragon Slayer
The man didn't reply with a definite response to the two women's 'insults', if you could even call it that. He wasn't a light-weight, despite what could be heard from the barkeeps back in Markath, and so his sense of reason was quickly returning.

This was obvious by the blush, which was formerly plaguing his face, drifting away, and his dopey grin tightening in confusion, before frowning and then returning to it's smirking substitute. Similarly, Falkner's posture changed - he sat up fully, running a hand through his long black hair and blinking his eyes a bit rapidly.

"Heh, that's the last of the mead I'm drinking today." He chuckled deeply with a hiccup. The last time he drunk more than a few mugs, he had gotten into an actual fist fight with a group of Orc miners.

It didn't help the poor miners' spirits that a Nord, completely unknown in that part of Skyrim, completely crushed all of the bones in their faces and chest. Poor Atlas only sat their with a spell on his tongue, watching with bated breath, and a wince of sympathy.

"But yes, we'll be moving around dusk. That should be pretty soon actually." The man began fumbling around inside of his Dragonbone chestplate, eventually retrieving a rather large pouch of Septims - around five-hundred of the wonderful gold coins, if he could remember correctly. Falkner hefted it in his hands, before slamming it down on the table in front of Beck, a rugged grin on his face. "I always pay my companions. Consider this the...deal confirmation. More septims after we finish the job." He quickly glanced upwards at the taunts of two ladies - one who seemed to be another of those...furry creatures, whom, for the life of him, he couldn't remember the name of. It also seemed to be that crazy lady from before.

"Atlas, could you go get Oni? I think we should get back on the road." He asked his apprentice, voice slightly hurried. The man stood, throwing a hefty bag of 100 septims onto the Bard's table - Ragnar the Red was an old classic.

[Elyidian]

Brianna's target to kill was headed out, " gonna get my kill first " she told it so only Kate could hear

Kate said " I'll be right here"

[Stromae]

"Sure thing, Falkner." Atlas nodded and stood up and left the tavern to retrieve his mentor's war-beast. He walked to the village gates, hoping that Oni didn't wound anyone or escape during their time drinking at the tavern, but the horse was loyal, more loyal than Corn, which was surprising.

"Oni?" He muttered, as he exited the gates. The young argonian received a grunt in reply from the large horse. Thank the Gods, the horse still remained in his spot. "Hey buddy." Atlas patted the horse's snout and untied the reins from the post. He lightly tugged the horse along, entering the village once more.