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Sargas spends 250 gold to become a soldier and starts working in a mine.
(Do I have to change weapons, can we just upgrade them? Mines are passed down from generation to generation.)

[[Yes, new weapons come with the class.  And yes, it's day.  And we're not going by rl.]]

[[OOC: Oh, I didn't see that we start with a thousand...]]

Septim spends 250 gold to become a normal soldier, he then goes and works at the mines.

Ernie spent 250 gold to become a normal soldier and goes to work at the mines....

[[the work gold?]]
Slowly drains his goblet of free wine, for his services to the city.
"anybody going to play cards with me then?"

*the bartender puts a tab of 5 gold in front of Bruiant*

[[Yes, work gold.]]

***

As night came, a dark hooded person walked through the streets until it reached a tavern, where it went in.  The innkeeper was eyeing the stranger catefully.

"W-wo-uld you like to book a room?"

"Yes, I vould like to have room neer ze vindow."

"Er, okay, pay up..."

The vampire pulled it's  hood down and bit the innkeeper buit was tool ate to stop him from ringing an alarm bell which rang all the bells in town...

"Okay, now, I want you to guard the streets.  The undead co-"

Suddenly, a gong came from a bell.

"Men, get out there and find out what caused the bell to be rang!"

The men found out quickly just looking out the window.  Zombies, let by a vampire, were heading toward the barracks!

"ATTACK!!!"

[[Okay, You'll be fighting 3 zombies each, but more will come, you may kill as many as you would like to without being godly until a major plot point comes...]]

[[ZOMBIES, not skeletons]]
picking up his goblet, to drain his fifth drink, the bells sounded. Reaching for his staff, he rose to his feet. A strange blur clouded his vision, making him throw his hand out for balance. He was drunk, how could he let himself drain an entire bottle of quality wine, before night? Forcing himself to concentrate, he rushed toward the door, wrenching it open.Bruiant collided straight into a stray zombie, and within seconds, the zombie combusted, setting ablaze. Flesh was of little use to a zombie, the brain being the magical controler. the zombie swung its arm, aiming for Bruiants torso, yet after just a few words, it lay writhing upon the floor. Bruiant lunged with his staff, sending it straight through the zombies rotted face, where it stuck.Muttering yet more words of magikas, fire burst from the Garnet, turning the brain into a bubbling mess. Caught up with his unprepaired encounter, Bruiant did not notice two more zombies approach. Swaying where he stood, Bruiant struggled to remember the words for a much needed spell, and with his enemey about to reach out for him, now was not the time for his books. Jumping backward, Bruiant realised, he had everything he needed, Blood!
Moving quickly, Bruiant went down on one knee, drawing a steel knife, in which the handle was encrusted with runes, he begun stipping the flesh from the lifeless arm. Reaching a vein, he dug the knife deep, the magika ready upon his tounge. Nothing happened. He dug again, yet there was no blood. Of all the animated corpses he had to come across, it had to be one which was dead for more than a week. There wasent much more he could do, especially without time to ready the spells upon his tounge and staff.
Jumping up, Bruiant arched his staff, snapping the neck of the first zombie. Repeating this, he found that the neck was becoming more loose. Swinging his staff from right to left, the head went soaring, before smashing upon the wall opposite. With only one monstrosity left, Bruiant muttered a spell, causing the zombie to drop to the floor, legs broken. stepping forth, he buried his Alchemey dagger deep within the zombies skull, killing it in an instant.
His drunkeness now catching him back up, Bruiant slowly made his way to the Barracks, hoping to see a friendly face, inwhich to guide him.

[[aww i forgot to make myself a little clearer. the first zombie didnt writh on the floor, the arm was seperated from the zombie.]]

[[Sorry, I haven't been ablew  to log on until today.]]

Soon, the militia are all  captured and the zombies prepare to take them to the vampire when a howl is heard through the forest.  Then, the sound of thudding is heard, and then a huge werewolf comes and jumps on the vampire, and kills it, and the zombies run for their... well, you wouldn't call it a life, but.. they just run.  Then, the werewolf begins to change form.

"Ah, thank ZeTa for that potion, else IW ould never be able to change form whenever."

The werewolf sees the militia with weapons drawn out.

"Ha, why would I attack you?  I was part of the milita until I was bitten by a werewolf.  But I found a kind mage in another country who made me a potion that stabilized me, allowing me to change form whenever I please."

Slumps to the floor, trying hard to clear his head, as he was still intoxicated.
{i guess this died :P }

{everyone else has like, given up. shame started to like it}