Post by Ezra Ha'sle on Jul 14, 2022 13:08:26 GMT -4
Turdas 2E 582,
Its alot brighter than i remember, the sun i mean. I have been underground for so long, hiding, stowing myself out of societies eyes. It was nice but it was a lonely existence.. Made a nice little nook in a cave outside of Wayrest. I used to like this place. It feels strange coming back into the throws of society after so long. No faces i remember, Even my old haunt over there in Windkeep, The Wayside Inn was strange to walk in. The barkeep was human, Breton maybe? Not like the old battle hardend white furred Khajiit i used to know.. I cant even remember his name - Has it really been so long?
I remember such goodtimes that dont echo anywhere now but what i remember, By the nine im talkin as if im an old man! I will write this down so i will always remember the first time i met that Khajiit bar keep. It was years back now atleast 7 or 8 years back. I was 23 or 24 at the time, I had just ruined this swine of a high elfs night with his mistresses for spittin on a bigger, I took him for Everything he had on him, i got overzealous and didnt account for the amount of guards this well off woman had employed. Looking back, i knew my ass should have waited on the balcony for a bit longer before trying to temp fate and sneak in while she was out of the room. Hindsight.. I got in a snatched his coin and his wedding ring, As i just pass the threshold of the balcony doors, she poops in a screams and then i was O.U.T - OUT! leaped from the balcony on to an awning and took off they chased me from Wayrest to Windkeep. I lost them somewhere in the middle and popped into the Wayside inn and was greated by the Khajiit - He looked past me out the window and saw the small mob and took me by the scruff of my shirt and tossed me in the kitchen ill never forget what he said "..I hope you know how to cook or atleast act like you do" Then slammed the door. Sure as sh*t i acted my ass off - Stashed the goods in whatever stew was cookin already tossed on an apron, cut the sleeves off by shirt and put on the cooks hat and started choppin and slicing. One of the guards barged in and for whatever reason i gave myself a damn Snooty Imp accent. The man even went as far as to taste the soup. Then just left. Afterwards, I fished out my haul and went to leave but was stopped by the Khajiit "No no i need a cook, and you signed up for it bring that racket here- pay your debt by workin here a few weeks" It was a year and some change. Come to find out he heard of my exploits and the inn was a front for his own underhanded thievery and thensome. He brought me into the fold and the rest as they say is history.
I'll never forget those days, But here i am now, This lovely Turdas day, a day of rebirth and a new. Its time to leave Wayrest and see if i can find a new chapter to start up. I sold what i could bought the here journal and some provisions and even had enough for a horse... Its time to see what the hell ive missed out on for so long.
Its alot brighter than i remember, the sun i mean. I have been underground for so long, hiding, stowing myself out of societies eyes. It was nice but it was a lonely existence.. Made a nice little nook in a cave outside of Wayrest. I used to like this place. It feels strange coming back into the throws of society after so long. No faces i remember, Even my old haunt over there in Windkeep, The Wayside Inn was strange to walk in. The barkeep was human, Breton maybe? Not like the old battle hardend white furred Khajiit i used to know.. I cant even remember his name - Has it really been so long?
I remember such goodtimes that dont echo anywhere now but what i remember, By the nine im talkin as if im an old man! I will write this down so i will always remember the first time i met that Khajiit bar keep. It was years back now atleast 7 or 8 years back. I was 23 or 24 at the time, I had just ruined this swine of a high elfs night with his mistresses for spittin on a bigger, I took him for Everything he had on him, i got overzealous and didnt account for the amount of guards this well off woman had employed. Looking back, i knew my ass should have waited on the balcony for a bit longer before trying to temp fate and sneak in while she was out of the room. Hindsight.. I got in a snatched his coin and his wedding ring, As i just pass the threshold of the balcony doors, she poops in a screams and then i was O.U.T - OUT! leaped from the balcony on to an awning and took off they chased me from Wayrest to Windkeep. I lost them somewhere in the middle and popped into the Wayside inn and was greated by the Khajiit - He looked past me out the window and saw the small mob and took me by the scruff of my shirt and tossed me in the kitchen ill never forget what he said "..I hope you know how to cook or atleast act like you do" Then slammed the door. Sure as sh*t i acted my ass off - Stashed the goods in whatever stew was cookin already tossed on an apron, cut the sleeves off by shirt and put on the cooks hat and started choppin and slicing. One of the guards barged in and for whatever reason i gave myself a damn Snooty Imp accent. The man even went as far as to taste the soup. Then just left. Afterwards, I fished out my haul and went to leave but was stopped by the Khajiit "No no i need a cook, and you signed up for it bring that racket here- pay your debt by workin here a few weeks" It was a year and some change. Come to find out he heard of my exploits and the inn was a front for his own underhanded thievery and thensome. He brought me into the fold and the rest as they say is history.
I'll never forget those days, But here i am now, This lovely Turdas day, a day of rebirth and a new. Its time to leave Wayrest and see if i can find a new chapter to start up. I sold what i could bought the here journal and some provisions and even had enough for a horse... Its time to see what the hell ive missed out on for so long.
Founded April 26, 2005