The Bounty Hunt (Open RP)

A Breton sat alone at a table in the Frostfruit inn in Rorikstead. His name was Mordyn Varnis. He played with the food on his plate, the only thing he could think about was how his companions were off doing dangerous tasks while he was sitting there. 'I need to take my mind off of them somehow.' he thought. He looked around, the inn was empty except for the owner and the bard. 'Might as well see if there are any jobs that need doing for the Jarl.' He approached the innkeeper and asked. "No, not really, sorry." The small Breton woman replied. "Wait, here take a look at this." She pulled out a torn piece of parchment. "This guy's been wanted for months. Jorr Bear-Blood. He's the leader of a gang of bandits that are a problem all across Skyrim. If you can find him and kill him, you'll get quite a reward, but be warned, I've seen many men go after him and not return." Mordyn looked over the bounty letter, "Yeah, I'll go after him. Do you mind if I take this?" He asked. "No,no, I don't mind. I have plenty." As Mordyn headed out the door the innkeeper said, "If I were you, I'd get a group of people. This guy's too dangerous for one person." Mordyn began to walk to the city of Whiterun. He knew from experience to go there if you're looking for adventurers. He got to the city just before nightfall and headed to the Bannered Mare. He told the bartender to direct anyone asking for work to him. He ordered a drink and a room and waited...

She sat at a table in the Bannered Mare. She sat alone apart from her glass of beer, charred skeever and her companion, Wolf. She shivers and looks up as a blast of cold air comes from the door. She sees a Breton enter and order a drink and a room. The observes him as she sits, he has the air of someone who wants to get going... but where?

In a seemingly abandoned house, voices sounded in the night. A Nord sat opposite Mrah. He looked shifty, as if he was uncomfortable issuing someone's death
"So what exactly has this bandit done?" Mrah asked in a bored voice. "Out of the ordinary I mean.". A common bandit wasn't really up his alley. He was so much better than that. Still, he needed all the work he could get nowadays. Hardly anyone wanted each other killed in Morrowind, it was disgraceful. He'd had to move further east to gain clients. He intended to go to Cyrodiil but circumstances meant that he had to stay in Skyrim until there was an oppurtunity. And that meant he needed cash.
The Nord opposite licked his lips. "That is not why my client is paying you. Let's just say he killed someone close to my client." Mrah rolled his eyes when he heard the classic 'my client'. They always worked through a line of contacts so if the assassin was caught, no information could harm them. Which was ridiculous; Mrah never got caught. "The Jarl has issued a death warrant for-"
"So why are you requiring me?" Mrah interrupted.
The Nord performed that smug smile only reserved for bastards who wanted a dagger in the back. "Again, that is none of your concern."
Mrah resisted the afore mentioned urge and sighed bitterly. "How much?"
"In addition to the money rescieved from the Jarl, 400 gold coins."
Mrah nodded in understanding. He pretended to think for a moment but really he was desperate. Finally nodded again in confirmation. Without a word he stood up and left. He hid his two ebony daggers and replaced them with a steel sword, along with his enchanted armour replaced with leather. If he was to pass as a bounty hunter he couldn't looked like an assassin, not with his record. He walked over to the Bannered Mare, getting into his role as an adventurer, practising what he was to say. He opened the door to heat and the smell of juniper ale. He hated it. He walked over to the innkeeper and asked for a job...

Another person comes in. She watches them both. They don't look like the normal townsfolk, certainly not farmers. She moves over to a bench by the fire, so she can hear whats going on. She gets up ad walks over to the innkeeper, waiting until they finish speaking. Though she does want to get a room there is no harm in listening to their conversation as she waits.

(Miasmador, have we met yet? If not, The Cave wouldn't make much sense because we didn't know each other there either)

Mordyn looked up from his drink to see someone speaking with the bartender. He couldn't hear them but he saw the bartender point to him. He leaned back and smiled. 'That was easy. I hope he knows how to use that sword.' He thought, finishing his drink.

((I guess yeah XD, it doesn't really matter, I mean, do you want to know each other?))

In the night a loud crash would be heard as a few voices ring out.
A guard calls out into the night "Stop fighting you vermin. We've got you cornered." The commotion would sound like it was coming from alley ways near the bannered mare. "What the hell is that? Oh god *gurgles of blood*" another guard would call "What did you do to him you monster?" a cold voice would retort "Sod off you shits. Your going to die if you don't get the hell out of my way."
A guard would nervously reply "I can't just let you go. You have to pay for your crimes..." as he tries to continue he would be cut off by the cold voice that now seems agitated and angered.
The mysterious voice would begin to laugh and yell "Crime? Crime? are you kidding me? You damned fool I killed a monster in your town and you call it crime this is...OH your just in my damned way." with that a crack would be heard like a bolt of lighting and no more voices would be heard.

(((Can I just ask the time setting of this? Rorikstead wasn't built until after the Great War and no inn can last a thousand years)))

Mrah strode over to the sitting Breton. He looked down at him, studying his features , before sitting down. He spoke quietly but coherently
"I hear you're chasing after this bandit, Jorr Bear-Blood. Well, I'm also in need of some money. So, I propose we form a partnership. After all, these Nords can be dangerous. Its right up with their virtues of drunkeness and personal hygiene." The Dunmer laughed softly, knowing the risk he was taking; a Dunmer insulting Nords in a Nord city. He waited for the Breton's reply.

((actually you have a really good point maybe we should change the name or I guess we can go different setting. Hell I did not even think about it ask yomitch when he is on??))

(Ok... So I think this should probably take place just before the events of TESO, it doesn't really matter that Rorikstead was made after the great war, I can change that easily. Also to Miasmador and Maxx, this takes place maybe 2 months after The Cave, so we do know each other.)

Mordyn looked into the Dunmer's eyes. He gave a small grin and extended his hand, "Glad to have the company... What was your name?"

After getting a room for the night she goes and sits by the fire. She thinks she hears a familiar voice but she dismisses the thought. She leans forwards, felling the warm of the fire, and takes a glug of her drink then gives the rest of the skeever to Wolf. She listens to the bard, he's terrible. She could play the lute better then him. She hears the commotion outside. Getting up she walks to the door and steps outside, curious.

"Mrah Ketoni," he replied in his raspy voice. He tried to put some warmth into a smile but couldn't find any. "And yours? But before the Breton could reply he heard something outside the inn. Without a word he rose from the table and walked outside, pushing past the Breton girl as he went. He could see flashes of light. Magic. Instead of getting involved he just stood there, watching the show to see what happened next.

Frelav was on the patrol that night. He wandered the streets of Whiterun in peace, thinking about his future wife. He imagined her Pale face, with her pale blue eyes and blonde lustious hair. The beautiful thought disappeared, as Frelav heard loud yells near the inn. He instinctively moved his hand to his trusty steel axe, and began moving towards the angry yelling.

She sees a dunmer standing next to her. She sees another guard nearby. Though not quite sure what she could do to help she goes closer to the scene, hoping to get a better view of what is going on. She sees another guard nearby advance. She gets to the bottom of the steps and slowly walks towards the alleyway, dropping to a crouch in the shadows so she isn't spotted. She peers down into the alleyway.

Standing atop Dragonsreaches Roof, Lurks-In-Shadows sees guards start moving, and commotion arising.
He puts away some fancy jewelry he just stole.
"Well what do we have here..." He whispers to himself.
He slides off the roof and starts running towards the commotion.
He sneaks around, trying to find a small crevice that he could see through.
'Never a boring day in Skyrim, that much is true' He thinks, growing excited.