Telel wrote: »

Roechacca wrote: »

@Publius_Scipio Hands down. If ever we get to Academy Awards for RP, he will dominate the stage.

Except that he would be disqualified on account of his gawd-modding RP. This is a big no no area for professional role players who do not take kindly to such matters.

Naturally khajiit would be to humble to disqualify him on their own especially after so many funny pictures. But, rules are rules or so says all those racist guards who keep mistaking Telel for some other khajiit who they should go and accost for all those unexplained murders.

Murders likely committed by an elf.

Publius_Scipio wrote: »

*A dark and stormy night in Rawl'kha*
*Heavy rain, sometimes being blown sideways by strong winds stinging exposed skin*
*Lightning flashing across the sky and thunder so strong that a stout nord can feel the rumble and rattle in his chest*

*Telel in his inn alone (since it is closed due to the storm, no employees could come in) sitting on the floor near the fireplace (a warm gentle fire burning) grooming himself, picking out fleas*



*Suddenly the door violently swings open, knob smashing into the wall causing a small hole*
*Telel is startled and jumps to attention!*



*The heavy wind fills the inn tossing all the napkins Telel placed perfectly on each table and the bar into total disarray*
*Heavy rain and wet palm tree leaves rushing in and soaking the floor 8 feet in*
*The rumble of thunder making all the dishes and silverware in the inn jump*

*Lighting flashes across the sky illuminating the dark silhouette of what appears to be a man at the door!*
*As fast as the lightning flashed across the sky and the silhouette appeared it goes pitch black again*
*Telel almost loses control of his bowels!*

Telel: Uhhh!!!... Uhhhhh!!!.... Who are are!? What do you want with this one!!?

*silence*

*Lightning flashes again and the silhouette is seen again standing there not having moved*

Telel: AHHH!!

*The dark figure steps through the door and into the light of the inn*
*A mysterious figure in a leather cloak and hood*
*The leather hide once brown is now almost black from the soaking rain*
*Water drips from the bottom and from the tip of the hood which is pointed downward*
*Telel tries to see beneath the hood, tries to see a face, but cannot*

*The mysterious figure extends an arm out, grabs the door against the wall, and muscularly swings it closed*
*The door slams closed shaking the paintings and items on shelves on the wall*
*No more wind and rain coming in, the inn is now quiet*

Telel: Who are you!? This is my inn! Uhhh! Uhhh! This one will call the guards!!

*The cloaked figure does not move*
*Out from under the sides of the cloak two hands emerge*
*They grab each side of the hood*
*With a second of pause..... The hood is pulled back!!!!*



Telel: It's!!.... It's!!.... It's!!....... It's you!!!! THE MIGHTY FENGRUSH!!!!!! The STAM SORC OF LEGEND!!!!!!

*FENGRUSH stares straight at Telel without a sound or movement*

Telel: This one wants no trouble! Please!

*FENGRUSH breaks his silence*

FENGRUSH: I need information....
Telel: Uh!!! This one knows nothing!!! Heh Heh Heh... This one is like Jon Snow!!! Heh Heh Heh.... Uh! Telel Snow!!!
FENGRUSH: BULL[snip] cat man!!! Khajiit know everything about everyone in Tamriel! There is not a single sneaky little whisper in all of Tamriel that doesn't pass through a Khajiit's ear mite infested ears!
Telel: Uh! Yes! Yes you are right! This one is smart and knows things!!! Please don't hurt me!
Telel: Would you like some famous fresh Telel soup?

*FENGRUSH erupts and with one arm flips one of the tables over sending it smashing into the wall*

FENGRUSH: NO SOUP! ANSWERS!!!
Telel: Ok! OK! Anything you want!!!
*FENGURSH Points to a table*
*Telel gets up and walks over and sits at the table*



Telel: What would you like to know Mr. FENGRUSH?

*FENGURSH moves his hand into his cloak*
*Telel freaks out thinking FENGRUSH is going to pull out a weapon turns way and covers his eyes!*

Telel: Please O please!!!! Do not hurt this one!!!! I will cooperate Mr. RUSH!!!! Anything you want!!!!



*A loud slam onto the table is heard*
*Telel jumps in his chair thinking he is done for*
*Telel slowly opens one eye and looks around*
*Telel realizes he is ok and uncovers his face and turns back around to face the table*

*There is a dagger sticking into the table with a piece of paper under the dagger*
*FENGRUSH points to the paper*
*Telel slowly reaches for the paper and with a pull tears it free from the dagger*
*Telel looks at the paper*

Telel: This is printed image! It's! It's!... It's KING KROTHA!!!!!!

FENGRUSH: That's right.... And you're going to tell me everything you know.

To Be Continued

https://youtu.be/DQqytEB7-VE?t=55s

Publius_Scipio wrote: »

God_flakes wrote: »

Publius_Scipio wrote: »

*A dark and stormy night in Rawl'kha*
*Heavy rain, sometimes being blown sideways by strong winds stinging exposed skin*
*Lightning flashing across the sky and thunder so strong that a stout nord can feel the rumble and rattle in his chest*

*Telel in his inn alone (since it is closed due to the storm, no employees could come in) sitting on the floor near the fireplace (a warm gentle fire burning) grooming himself, picking out fleas*



*Suddenly the door violently swings open, knob smashing into the wall causing a small hole*
*Telel is startled and jumps to attention!*



*The heavy wind fills the inn tossing all the napkins Telel placed perfectly on each table and the bar into total disarray*
*Heavy rain and wet palm tree leaves rushing in and soaking the floor 8 feet in*
*The rumble of thunder making all the dishes and silverware in the inn jump*

*Lighting flashes across the sky illuminating the dark silhouette of what appears to be a man at the door!*
*As fast as the lightning flashed across the sky and the silhouette appeared it goes pitch black again*
*Telel almost loses control of his bowels!*

Telel: Uhhh!!!... Uhhhhh!!!.... Who are are!? What do you want with this one!!?

*silence*

*Lightning flashes again and the silhouette is seen again standing there not having moved*

Telel: AHHH!!

*The dark figure steps through the door and into the light of the inn*
*A mysterious figure in a leather cloak and hood*
*The leather hide once brown is now almost black from the soaking rain*
*Water drips from the bottom and from the tip of the hood which is pointed downward*
*Telel tries to see beneath the hood, tries to see a face, but cannot*

*The mysterious figure extends an arm out, grabs the door against the wall, and muscularly swings it closed*
*The door slams closed shaking the paintings and items on shelves on the wall*
*No more wind and rain coming in, the inn is now quiet*

Telel: Who are you!? This is my inn! Uhhh! Uhhh! This one will call the guards!!

*The cloaked figure does not move*
*Out from under the sides of the cloak two hands emerge*
*They grab each side of the hood*
*With a second of pause..... The hood is pulled back!!!!*



Telel: It's!!.... It's!!.... It's!!....... It's you!!!! THE MIGHTY FENGRUSH!!!!!! The STAM SORC OF LEGEND!!!!!!

*FENGRUSH stares straight at Telel without a sound or movement*

Telel: This one wants no trouble! Please!

*FENGRUSH breaks his silence*

FENGRUSH: I need information....
Telel: Uh!!! This one knows nothing!!! Heh Heh Heh... This one is like Jon Snow!!! Heh Heh Heh.... Uh! Telel Snow!!!
FENGRUSH: BULL[snip] cat man!!! Khajiit know everything about everyone in Tamriel! There is not a single sneaky little whisper in all of Tamriel that doesn't pass through a Khajiit's ear mite infested ears!
Telel: Uh! Yes! Yes you are right! This one is smart and knows things!!! Please don't hurt me!
Telel: Would you like some famous fresh Telel soup?

*FENGRUSH erupts and with one arm flips one of the tables over sending it smashing into the wall*

FENGRUSH: NO SOUP! ANSWERS!!!
Telel: Ok! OK! Anything you want!!!
*FENGURSH Points to a table*
*Telel gets up and walks over and sits at the table*



Telel: What would you like to know Mr. FENGRUSH?

*FENGURSH moves his hand into his cloak*
*Telel freaks out thinking FENGRUSH is going to pull out a weapon turns way and covers his eyes!*

Telel: Please O please!!!! Do not hurt this one!!!! I will cooperate Mr. RUSH!!!! Anything you want!!!!



*A loud slam onto the table is heard*
*Telel jumps in his chair thinking he is done for*
*Telel slowly opens one eye and looks around*
*Telel realizes he is ok and uncovers his face and turns back around to face the table*

*There is a dagger sticking into the table with a piece of paper under the dagger*
*FENGRUSH points to the paper*
*Telel slowly reaches for the paper and with a pull tears it free from the dagger*
*Telel looks at the paper*

Telel: This is printed image! It's! It's!... It's KING KROTHA!!!!!!

FENGRUSH: That's right.... And you're going to tell me everything you know.

To Be Continued

https://youtu.be/DQqytEB7-VE?t=55s

Omg...something just occurred to me....are you Greg Keyes?!

No. I am not.