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The Atius Inn - The Tales of Beor and Balgir


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The Tales of Beor and Balgir
Written by Balgir Winterborn and Beor Strong-Heart themselves



The Atius Inn
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It had been a warm day in the south of Skyrim. Beor and Balgir had been trotting at a high pace without pausing one time for a quick rest. The two were on a pursuit, on yet another adventure. This time they were aiming to chase down the Bosmeri thief that had stolen all of their gold and valuable possessions the night before. The worst part was that the sneaky little Wood Elf had drugged them, by slipping a poison of some sort into the wine that they were drinking. As the two Nords fell into a slumber the elf took his chance and grabbed all of the gold and valuables and fled to the east and down south. To Cyrodiil.

"By Shors sweaty balls..." Balgir groaned. "It sure is hot today". Walking next to him was his faithful companion Beor Strong-Heart. "Aye, that it is." Beor grimly agreed.

"I'd do anything for some water, or ale for that matter." the young Nord added as he stared up at the sun which was thankfully past its peak.

Balgir grunted next to him. "Hmpf, that bastard elf took all the mead... Oh, what I would give for some cold, fresh, juniper berry mead." muttered Balgir wishfully. Beor couldn't agree any more with him. The two friends were on the right trail, they presumed, but there was no sign of the damned elf. The two pressed on, they would never give up. They would rather die than give up. However... the feeling of dismay slowly dawned upon them.

Hours went by, and the sun slowly started to set. It wasn't long untill the last, orange rays of ligt of the shimmering sun illuminated the green forests of Falkreath. Twilight was upon them. The companions had travelled at a high pace all day long, with no provisions, rest, or water. They were sore, tired, hungry and above all: thirsty. As the two sluggishly walked down the road they started muttering curses again.

"Damned tree-jumper. We could've been in a tavern by now, enjoying a nice piece of venison and some ale to down it all... Ah, a lass could've been sitting on my lap and another could've been fondling my hair and stroking my beard'' Balgir complained, as he slowly looked up at the sky and dreamed of the lovely scene that he had just described. A smile played on Beors lips, he felt the same. He too longed for some well earned rest.

Something caught Beors eye. At first he could not believe their luck, but then it quickly got to him. "Look, Balgir! A tavern! Over there!" Balgir snapped out of his daydream and looked rather startled and annoyed at his younger friend. "Tavern? Lad, you must be going crazy. There ai no taverns down this road, besid -" but the man was cut off.

''No, look! Over there! You see that tavern over there, behind these trees? It's just around the next bend. The road carries on towards the east but there's another small road to the right over there, see it? That one goes down south! To the Jerall Mountains!" Beor persisted as he pointed towards the tavern. Balgir squinted his eyes as he searched for this so called tavern.

"What makes you think that there are tav- ..." Balgir stopped and finally spotted the tavern down the road. His eyes grew at the sight of it, and then he violently grabbed Beor by the shoulders and shook him. "Shors blood, that's a damn tavern! A tavern!" Balgir laughed.

"Well come on than, lad! What are we waiting for!" Balgir cheerfully called out as he rushed towards the inn.

But something made him stop. "Hold on!" he suddenly exlaimed, and brought his companion to a halt. "I remember this place, damn... This is Tybalt Atius' inn. That Imperial bastard won't let me in after last time. Damn it all!" Beor looked over at Balgir and frowned.

"What did you do last time?'' asked the puzzled companion.

"Well..." Balgir started as he grimly stared off into the distance, remembering that wild night. "I was participating in a drinking game with a few rowdy travellers. I have to admit, I got piss drunk, and uh... Well, from what I remember I started a fight with a few others who were sitting at a table next to us. Next thing I know Tybalts 'wife' came towards and started shouting at me, telling me that I was being too loud and rowdy," Balgir paused before he continued his story.

"I swear I thought she was a man, she was bigger and hairier than me. I tell ye, I was drunk - but I am sure that she had a beard. Well, turned out she was a woman. But I found that out way too late. I smashed my lute into her face, after she told me off..." Balgir looked at Beor as if his friend had accused him of something. “You know how I can’t take back talk!” Balgir hastily added, attemting to justify the act. Beor only chuckled “And then what happened?” he asked with a grin as he was curious for the rest of the story.

Balgir sighed “Well, before I knew it the whole tavern was up off their seats, screaming, roaring, jumping on one another. Everyone started fighting, I don’t know why but it was hella fun.” Balgir laughed at the memory. “I only remember me escaping out of the tavern, running for my life, after I got myself a few good punches in the big tavern fight. Haha, Tybalt was raging in the doorway. Screaming that there would be hell to pay if he’d ever find at his place again". Balgir chuckled.

“You know, I’m surprised to see that his tavern is doing fairly well. I mean, you should’ve seen in the kind of state I left it on that crazy night” Balgir crossed his arms and looked at the back wall of the inn. “Windows smashed, tables and chairs broken. The mead was all over the floor. Someone even broke both his legs. I believe I broke his wives nose aswell with that blow to the face – not that she could’ve been any uglier than she already was,” Beor laughed at his friend telling the story.

“Terrible! Yet somehow funny” he commented with a chuckle.

“... Yeah..” Balgir said with a tone which showed that he did not wholly agree. “That Imperial wont let me in no more. And good luck with you, the man doesn’t like lute players after that night” Beor sighed as he heard those words.

“We can’t just pass this inn without having a drop of ale or a bite to eat. I mean, come on… We’re both starving," Beor ushered his companion.

But then their eyes fell on a trapdoor, that lead to the basement of the inn. After quick inspection the two found out that the trapdoor led to the Atius Inns mead cellar.

Yes, you heard me. The mead cellar.
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