Clashing experiences (private)

[sonicmixer]

(Yeah.. I know the title kind of doesn't make sense, but to be fair I'm not very good with these kinds of names. Anyway where do you want to start?)

[ZillaSmasher]

(Let's start like you said. Your OC at an inn my OC walks into.)

[sonicmixer]

(Alright then. First off did you see the thing about the species change? And how long do you want posts to be?)

[ZillaSmasher]

(If you want to be a Kajiit, that's fine with me. As for posts, make them as long as you can.)

[sonicmixer]

(Very well then. Let us begin.)

At the bar of an old and beaten down inn that laid in the vast Provence of Skyrim, sat a very bored and unfulfilled Khajiit by the name of Vilzakka. He had grown quite weary of the constant boast abuse of local nords, and the lightness of his coin purse. He swished for something more. Something he could possibly be remembered for. Problem is he had nowhere to go and no way to accomplish that goal. So it seemed as though he was stuck in his lonely existence, never to experience anything more than mentally ill townspeople who constantly repeated the same phrases over and over again.

[ZillaSmasher]

Zar'roc, a light green Argonian with no horns, threw open the door to the inn, wanting a place to rest for the night. He paid the bartender the usual 10 septims and was about to go to bed when he noticed a Dunmer having a drink. He disappeared with a flash and seconds later a Dragonbone Arrow sprouted from the elf's chest, killing him instantly. He then reappered, changed out of his Dragonscale Armor, placed his weapons below his bed, laid down, and fell asleep as if nothing had happened.

[sonicmixer]

Vilzakka had seen the event that had just occurred and he couldn't believe what he had just seen. The Aragornian had obviously just murdered the Dunmer and absolutely no one had said anything about it. He could not believe that no one had noticed that a man just disappeared into thin air and then another man had been shot in the chest moments later. And no one had even called a healer or a guardsman or something like that. It was absolute insanity.

[ZillaSmasher]

Zar'roc slept soundly through the night, keeping a claw on the dagger he always put under his pillow in case of an attack.

[sonicmixer]

The observing feline watched the slumbering adventurer in marvel, questions racing throughout his mind. What kind of adventures must a man like that go through? What knowledge has he obtained? And most importantly of all, how much gold had he acquired? A devious smile grew on Vilzakka's face as he silently made his way onward towards the reptile's chambers. Thankfully Vilzakka had the common sense to make sure that all the other inn patrons couldn't be alerted. Those who weren't sound asleep had their heads covered with buckets aplenty. Oddly enough no one seemed to even notice. It probably had something to do with their mental disease, poor souls.

[ZillaSmasher]

Zar'roc awoke to the small creak of a wooden beam, inaudible to anyone else. "Naas." He whispered. His vision turned black for an instant then everyone was lit up with a crimson aura. He noticed a figure creeping towards his bed and pretended to be asleep.