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The Crude Corpse Tavern & Inn


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3E 23, The Crude Corpse Inn, Just east of leyawiin.

The Crude Corpse Inn, it's not the prettiest place, but it's cheap. But nobles beware, if you happen to come across the inn, you might just lose your coin purse, and if you look at someone funny, you just might lose your life. If you can hold your own, and you aren't afraid of murderers and Thieves you just might survive the night. If you have a problem with one of the patrons, just clean up after yourselves.
((It seems every "tavern" RP has died so I figured I start one. With a scumbag twist. OOC is aloud, but please, no all dialogue posts or only OOC post))

"S'ir, get off your furry ass. I don't pay you to sit around and drink." Niraen had been running the Inn for seven months now, and money was tight. Her Khajiit bouncer was good but took too many breaks. If she could afford it, she would hire a new bouncer, or at least a bar tender.

"Alright, this one will get up." S'ir had a apologetic tone, though he cared not of what the elf wanted. "Altmer whore" he mumbled as he walked to the entrance and watched the patrons.


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Adrrean Foxclove had just walked into the tavern after a long days travel he had been pursuing a particular vampire coven the entire day and was covered in dirt and grass stains. He was athletic in build and dark brown hair his face was clean shaven and his short sword strapped to his hip under his cloak. He walked past the bar tossing a few gold pieces onto the counter.

"something to eat at that table over there."

He sat down at the corner table and put his feet up.

About an hour later an Argonian with red horns and white feathers on his walked in and sat down in front of Adrrean his back turned to the rest of the Tavern. He was a very large build for an Argonian, looking big even next to a Nord yet he appeared unarmed though his cloak could very well hold many surprises.


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Soon after the larger than average Argonian walked inside, a small Ohmes Khajiit stepped inside. A bandage covered her eyes marking her as blind, but she still could 'see' the tavern's insides. Smelling the air she noted that there were quite a few other patrons in the bar. Walking to where she assumed the bar was, she could smell an Altmer, in her thick Khajiiti accent she asked her, "Khajiit would like to know if this is where we buy/ If not then this one is...sorry for wasting your time."

Smelling the air once more, she noted that there was another Khajiit in the tavern. Knowing taverns, he was likely a dealer in moon sugar or perhaps even skooma. Such Khajiit that had been taken by the grips of such a drug amused Khiasa greatly, for it showed weakness that someone could fall so easily to the skooma cat.


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The door swung open wildly as a mysterious yet somewhat flamboyant redguard stepped into the establishment. The man was rather small for someone of his race, and his musculature was unknown as it was covered by light, crimson silk clothes that seemed to flow as he walked. Upon the silken clothes there were fine patterns of gold coloured thread in a typical redguard style. Upon the man's belt hung a sheathed scimitar that swung from side to side as he slowly swaggered up to the bar. He saw a small khajiit and smirked the poor thing seemed lost to him, then again all those who didn't have a sword were lost in his eyes.

Behind the Redguard stepped in an average sized bosmer clad in bits of muddied hide armour, a composite horn bow on her shoulder and a near emptied quiver at her waist. The young japspur's entire body was covered in bits of mud, leaves and other foliage that made an almost fetid smell around her. With a scowl on the boiche's face she slowly walked up to the bar, timidly eyeing up the patrons "Ugh! I need a good wash soon!" she thought to herself.


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The altmer raised her voice and sent a beggar with nothing on but a loincloth, to serve the athletic man and his argonian friend. "Yes, this is where you order, and drink if you don't like the tables." Niraen sighed as she began to speak again "what can I get you?"

S'ir stood at the entrance and watched the two large men sit down. The blind Khajiit was an interesting surprise. While on his watch a young nord started snickering about the Khajiit with all his friends. S'ir noticed this and approached the table. Upon his arrival he heard the smallest nord say "damn animals. Good for nothing but serving." He let the man finish his sentence before gripping his throat and literally, not figuratively throwing him outside. "Watch your tongue before this one tears it out and hangs you with it" his fist came down on the table as he finished his threat to the drunken nords. "Make sure you pay for your drinks"

"Now what can I get you two?" Niraen asked the redguard and bosmer. "You here for room or drink?" Her voice was calm, hiding the stress of working as one of the only employees at her own damn inn.
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Adrrean glanced over to the table where the Bouncer had made a ruckus and then back to Umi-Tak. He did not speak but drew a letter out from under his cloak and handed it to him over the table before Umi-Tak opened it and read it. Umi-Tak then looked up at him and chuckled.

"Always got to do something around here. Where they any good Adrrean?"

Adrrean stood to show the grass and dirt on his simple trousers and shirt, there was an upwards curved line of what looked to be blood on his shirt. Umi-Tak's mouth drew across his shallow snout and he nodded in understanding.

"How many did the mighty Adrrean cut down today?"

Adrrean unsheathed his silverfish bronze coloured blade and showed it to Umi-Tak.

"Zephire and me, we got thirty just today but more still to come. It looks like they are heading towards Black Marsh."


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"Here's your, yo-your food... And drin-drin-k-k-drink" the beggar had trouble speaking, but managed to serve the men their food and drink. After leaving the food and drink he scurried off to where he normally sat.

The altmer continued to listen to all the patrons and serve those with coin. The scene the Khajiit had made wasn't a new occurrence. Hell if he didn't mame someone by the end of the night, she'd be impressed.
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The redguard fiddled with his small, curly moustache and short, black beard and thought about what he wanted. "Hmm... Get me your finest wine!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, an ear to ear grin plastered to his face. The man reached into his loose pockets to pull out a large coin purse, it was leather and crudely stitched together, before placing it on the counter "take whatever's in there, beautiful..."

The young jaqspur behind the flamboyantly dressed redguard rolled her deep emerald eyes and sighed, he seemed awfully arrogant despite only just opening his mouth to speak. Calenwen inched closer to the bar, which was almost hard for her to see over, and cleared her throat before saying "Got any Rotmeth? I know it's a stretch I just need some form of alcohol in me, it's been a horribly long day! If not i'll... Uh" she paused to shoot a glance at the redguard and then said "I'll take your finest, water..."


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((Khiasa does have a sword...well shortsword))

"Ah, Khajiit would like a bottle of brandy if possible" Khiasa answered with some slight excitment, it had been far too long since she had lasted tasted a fine brandy of any sort. With her right hand she adjusted the strap that kept her slightly scimitar-like sword stapped to her right hip. It was made from moonstone and in the typical Khajiit style. Giving the air a slight sniff her tall began to swish from side to side in an almost lazy manner. Despite her inability to see, she had no fear of this place whatsoever.


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"Ok, well we don't have any rotmeth. But we do have ale, mead and wine. If you want water, there's a well just outside. As for your brandy we have cyrodilic brandy. It comes free with a room." After she finished with the women she turned to the redguard and smirked "hmm. You can have a bottle of alto wine." She picked up the coin purse and placed it inside a safe under the counter. The redguard was amusing, but young. She handed him the bottle and began to speak again "do you want a room? It comes with a free bottle of brandy."

several shady characters began eying up the blind Khajiit and flamboyant redguard. Perhaps the man had coin? The cat seemed an easy mark. Many of the patrons continued to watch the man and feline.


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Calenwen sighed and ran her muddied hands through her jet black hair that draped onto her shoulders neatly. "Well uh... Do you have any food? Any meat whatsoever? I'm starving!" she asked, quite honestly annoyed at the lack of green pact friendly drinks but then again that is to be expected outside of valenwood. The jaqspur turned her gaze upon the exit and thought to herself "Well. I guess water is better than nothing!"

The Redguard smirked wildly when he received his wine, grabbing it he popped it open with his teeth and took a sip. "Ah, Alto wine... Beautiful!" he paused for a second to savour the flavor on his tongue before continuing with some bravado "I'll take a room... Only if it comes with you, my dear. The name's Dario. Dario Ahalain." Dario was rather oblivious to his rudeness, that was just the way he acted. He was quite the ladies' man, or so he'd been told... Although through his many relationships, there had left quite a few women scorned.


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Niraen wasn't impressed by the man. As amusing as he was, she wasn't interested. "Sorry, but that just ain't happening, mister Ahalain. Alright? Now here's the key and the bottle inside the room" she gave an unimpressed gaze at him with a subtle smile. "We have plenty of food. Venison, goat, carrots, potatoes. Stuff like that. The potatoes aren't very good though"

S'ir listening in on the conversation at the bar decided he would go sit on his stool by the bar. He watched the people who ordered their drinks carefully.
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Adrrean tipped the Beggar thirty coins more than his food tore it some of the bread off and handed it to the Beggar.

"Thank you."

Adrrean then took half of the bread that was left and handed it to Umi-Tak. Who bowed his head slightly and took a large bite out of the bread. Umi looked over his shoulder at the Redguard who was now being quite annoying and yelled at him.

"Come over here and sit you nit-wit!"

Adrrean laughed at the gesture and waved the man over.


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Khiasa smiled somewhat warmly as she handed over the coins required for a such a drink, she had no idea of the price but she assumed it to be the same as she had paid last time she had bought a bottle: fifthteen gold. Admittedly it was flawled logic but she could hardly see any sign... Her smile turned to a scowl when she heard the harsh and brutish sound of an Argonian speaking, she didn't that the lizard folk, just that their voices were hideous to the ear.
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Opening the door quietly, in walked a hodded and cowled figure, the cowl and hoos of which were coloured pitch black. Judging from height and shape the newcomer was clearly an Altmer...or a rather skinny Nord that was above average height. Quickly the Altmer took a seat in a far corner away from others with their head down. Taking a seat in said corner the newcomer made a gesture that meant that they wanted a drink.


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(Ah what the Hey... I know you want to see Hobado :) My lore for tamriel, is pretty bland... So I will be guessing.).

Aelith's travels, have rendered her body long enough, and it was time for her, to rest it. She rubbed her soft, dark green eyes' with her small fur cloth from her pouch. Shortly after, she used the same cloth to get the sweat and dirt' from her cheeks. The warm sands have taken a toll on her little feet. After all she was only 5"5. The occupants of the inn was the last thing on her mind , when she suddenly started to snap her fingers, at whoever was suppose to serve a nice cold beverage. Her eyes were focused on the bar ahead as she shook her legs to get any of the excess sands out from under neath Finally, someplace cooler... Her bow was tossed under the bar stool.

"A water please.." Aelith's appetite for meat, was suppressed by her thirst. Water was the only thing on her mind. Her eyes wondered the Crude corpse, the inn was dark, while the occupents were silent. There weren't much of them in there. A few khajiit's a redguard, an Argonian, and a small Bosmer.

She picked the last of her meal from her teeth, and flicked across the room. The oblivion is this place? Her ears pointy ears perked as a skinny nord walked in the inn. Her curiousity did not get the best of her as she awaited for her cold mug of water. The inn had an awkward sent coming from the people, whatever the smell was it wasn't pleasant, and now the stench was in her nostril's causing her to scrunch her face. An old man, mer, beast thing that was sitting next to her let out a natural gas. Her hands started to wave as she moved over to another stool, grabbing the Bow, made of the bone from one of her victim's. A black bear. Some boiche consider the bones to be dense and reliable, Aelith just liked the story, behind her weapon. Afterall she was the one who made it.

Her back side, sat down a different stool from afar, while her fingers tapped the table in a quick syncopated rhythm. Where is my water...


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