Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77 
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Sept 28, 2018 0:19:17 GMT -8
Though it was a surprise attack it had come from an awkward angle. Moving on sheer survival instinct the young man ducked back into a low stance, stool clattering to the floor. In the same motion, he reached for his belt and slashed up at the assailant's wrist. As good as his reflexes were his memory betrayed him for there was no knife strapped to his waist. As there didn't seem to be any real danger the forgetful man made no more moves to attack. Rather he stared blankly at his empty hand and responded to the last question, "I guess so."
Rather than picking up the chair, he leaned against the bar and took a long pull from his mug. The ale seemed to put some life in his eyes, "So was that a test or something? I've had worse. The Wiccans were real tough on me at first. Are you going to help me now?" He paused deep in thought and his expression lost the life it momentarily held, "I think that's why I came here. To, ah, find or help with, um, something."
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
Established
In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Sept 28, 2018 6:49:54 GMT -8
"A test of sorts, of sorts...." Vidkun said to the young man's query. He was mildly concerned in the moment the lad went for a weapon but he didn't have a knife about his person and so the quick retraction of his arm was unnecessary. He downed the last of his drink and placed several gold coins on the counter as 'compensation' for the short outburst of the two knowing the Tavern's no fighting policy.
Yet the hunter was once more given pause. The boy had dealt with the wiccans? It might be a risk to bring him along if memories - particularly of the wiccans - surfaced once more. However, the fact he was somewhat pressed for time (in spite of his leisurely demeanour) meant the young man was still currently the best option. "I can help you, aye." He lied. "But there are a few more tests you must pass first."
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Chance
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: 20
Physical Description: A tall young man with scraggly hair and the beginnings of a beard. His build is lean and muscular, skin tanned from working as at docks and on boats for the past year.
Registered: Apr 27, 2015 17:46:53 GMT -8
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Post by Chance on Sept 28, 2018 7:10:36 GMT -8
"Help me? Oh yes! That's why I came here. I need help...but with what? The drink helps me remember some times, heh, I remember that." He finished off his drink and stood there a moment as if experience ting some Devine revelation, "Nope, nothing. Well then, what else do you have for me?"
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Vidkun Wewelsberg
Established
In Treue Ritterschaft
Roleplay posts: 48
Physical Description: No memorable features in particular. Most who see him recall him as 'suave,' but beyond that descriptions have ranged from dark-blond hair to jet black, from brown to blue to amber eyes, from a clean shaven face to one with thick-set stubble. The only things they can recall about him it the man in question being quite tall and athletic, with appearance that is undoubtedly 'dashing.'
Clothes and Equipment: Whatever's needed.
Registered: Apr 26, 2017 17:29:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vidkun Wewelsberg on Sept 28, 2018 12:04:45 GMT -8
"You remember that drink helps you remember?" The words were spat like a slap on the face, but Vidkun quickly calmed himself. He knew that lad probably just liked drink and help with memory was how his mind rationalized it. He didn't want to frighten the youth, nor feed this possible addiction but it was something to remember. He paid the bar-keep for several bottles of rum, stood up and motioned to the lad to follow. "Right, I'll keep these around in case you needs to 'remember' something. But you're coming with me now, there's a few errands to run and I have to make sure you're right for what I need. It'll be a long journey and we'll get there next morn by the two horses I got outside, alright?" Though the words were a question, Vidkun began to move out of the tavern as though already the young man had agreed.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Oct 25, 2018 16:45:28 GMT -8
The two men sitting at the table towards the rear of the main room appeared very much the wrong type of sort for this establishment. Not only were they dressed rather richly in red velvets, gold, and fur trim, they also were outsiders, with the badges of the Grand Duchy of Voruta pinned to their breasts. They also carried themselves differently seeming to have steel shoved into their spines.
They were muttering back and forth as they pored over some documents, seemingly getting agitated and frustrated. What they were saying would remain a mystery to the denizens of the inn, as they were speaking in a guttural language that was a far cry from common. Finally, they fell silent and went to nursing the cups of ale that were sitting in front of them.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Oct 25, 2018 16:45:57 GMT -8
Out in the streets, the Knight Errant had been searching for reasonably priced lodgings for the better part of the evening, coming up decidedly short-handed. Rather fortunately for him, he had been pointed towards the hole in the wall where he now found himself out of. He handed his stallion over to the stablehand and entered the rather dingy tavern.
Walking over to the bar, he sat down heavily on the stool, holding up a pointer finger, “One schnapps please,” his accent starting coming to the fore from his tiredness.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Oct 25, 2018 16:46:14 GMT -8
Looking over at the newcomer, the two men at the table were rather shocked. They exchanged quick disbelieving looks with each other and quickly consulted with another piece of parchment. With a quick nod, they rose from the table and flanked the Knight Errant on either side.
“Ar jūs Rudiger Dornmauer?” The one on the right asked, followed with a heavily accented, “You are Sir Rudiger Dornmauer, yes?”
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Oct 25, 2018 16:46:34 GMT -8
The man perched on the stool was rather hesitant when he was surrounded by the two unknown men, and that didn’t change when they began speaking in his home tongue. He wanted to respond in kind, but he realized that it had been so long since he had last used it that he had forgotten quite a bit. Sticking with common, he answered, “I am Rudiger Dornmauer, though I don’t know what you want with me.”
The bartender had returned with a shot of schnapps, and he took a quick swig, preparing himself in case he was over his head.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Oct 25, 2018 16:46:54 GMT -8
“We just want some words with you, Sir. Somewhere more quiet.” The man on the left leaned in, letting the onion stew on his breath sting Rudiger’s nostrils. His tone let the knight know it wasn’t an invitation.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Oct 25, 2018 16:47:12 GMT -8
Rudiger didn’t want to start any trouble, especially since he just sat down and he doubted he would have anyone backing him up in this fight. Reluctantly he pushed his stool back from the bar and followed after the man on the right as he led the trio into the back room.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Oct 25, 2018 16:47:35 GMT -8
It would appear to be disorganized to the common eye, but there was a method to the madness in the piles of strewn pieces of parchments that were piled on the table, drawer, and even stuck to the walls in some places. Looking them over, there seemed to be a common theme among all of them, a double-headed eagle and a man that looked suspiciously like a younger and two-eyed version of a certain knight errant.
The man let Rudiger inspect the room for a few moments before he answered, “I’m sure you’re wondering why we were looking for you so fervently. Well, there’s a good reason Sir Knight. I’m not sure how much you remember of your homeland that you abandoned some time ago,” there was a taste of vitriol on his voice as he uttered the line, “But it’s a pitiable sight. The wealth of Isra has not brought back the prosperity. The Feral Orcs emboldened by Isra’s leniency to magical creatures have begun to show their depredations at our homesteads.”
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Oct 25, 2018 16:47:50 GMT -8
Rudiger had spent the time the man made his soliloquy holding up a piece of parchment that looked the most like himself, though it still had two eyes. He lowered it to raise a sceptical eyebrow at the man, “And what do you want with me, hire me to chase out all the Orcs and bring back the wealth? I’m not the one you’re looking for.”
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Oct 25, 2018 16:48:12 GMT -8
“You’re dead wrong,” chipped in the man behind him as he produced another piece of parchment, “You weren’t even born yet when the war of succession started. In fact, you were but an occasional kick in your mother’s stomach as she was dismissed from the royal household for there was no one to serve. Except there was one to serve, the very kick in her stomach.”
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Oct 25, 2018 16:48:27 GMT -8
Rudiger was silent for a few moments, his mind racing as he began to put together what they were saying. He let the parchment fall from his hands and sat heavily onto the table, scattering other bits of parchment, “That can’t be. I have an older brother, my father is Matis Dornmauer, he raised me…” Rudiger broke into a soft voice, unable to speak anymore as the truth overcame him.
He didn’t quite know why but somewhere in his stomach it made sense. They didn’t look alike, Rudiger was much taller than him and Rudiger’s green eyes certainly weren’t the dark brown that his older brother and father shared.
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Oct 25, 2018 16:48:43 GMT -8
“He did his job nobly and just, especially considering he was grieving over the loss of both a wife and second son in childbirth,” the first man patted Rudiger’s shoulder reassuringly, “And he passed that way as well.”
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Oct 25, 2018 16:49:09 GMT -8
Rudiger looked up suddenly, not expecting to hear that, or any of this. He wanted to walk out, to breath, to try and process all this. Finally, a broken sigh and heaves wreaked over him, as burning tears poured down his cheeks. It wasn’t a disgrace or a Knight to grieve the only father he knew.
Finally, the tears slowed their descent down his face, though he struggled to regain control over his breathing. A bottle of schnapps appeared before his face, and he eagerly accepted the offer to try and strengthen his spirit. A long draught later, he passed the bottle back and quietly asked, “How did he pass?”
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Post by Grand Duchy of Voruta on Oct 25, 2018 16:49:52 GMT -8
“Peacefully. In his sleep from old age. His funeral was well attended, and many good memories were shared. He would be proud to see his mission fulfilled,” the second man pulled another piece of parchment from his breast pocket, this one full of royal seals across the whole of the noble families of Voruta, all attesting to the fact that though a bastard had been born, but he wouldn’t be crowned until the last of the signees had passed.
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Rudiger Dornmauer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 229
Age: 30
Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Allegiances: The Grand Duchy of Voruta
Registered: Dec 6, 2017 14:20:22 GMT -8
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on Oct 25, 2018 16:50:13 GMT -8
Finally, Rudiger asked quietly, “Where do we go now?”
“To the Empress.”
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John Vallon
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: 33
Physical Description: _____________________________________________________________
John Vallon stands just over six feet tall and is built of lean muscle, weighing around 180lbs. His cheeks are slightly gaunt and he has shrewd, piercing, eyes of the palest blues. His dark hair is kept short in a low fade and he stays clean shaven whenever possible.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dirty dark grey tunic and trousers underneath a travel-stained cloak the color of charcoal. He carries a double-edged steel longsword on his hip. Though there's no ornamentation or fancy engraving, the sword is sharp and durable. On his other hip is a long thin dirk, and he keeps a small dagger hidden in his right boot.
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Registered: Apr 18, 2018 13:40:05 GMT -8
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Post by John Vallon on Nov 4, 2018 12:27:40 GMT -8
Wednesday, 19:45
Weather at the Tavern: Fair
Packed with patrons
John Vallon pushed his bycocket cap down low over his eyes as he walked through the mud to his tavern. The sun was setting in the west and the dancing lights within the tavern spilled out on to the sidewalk as it grew darker outside. Upon entering the tavern, the general hubbub quieted down as the patrons noticed who had walked in, and all took a turn to stare at him. He neither smiled or acknowledged them as he pushed to the bar. Eventually, things returned to normal as he walked behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of beer, nodding to the bartender and servers when they greeted him. He held the bottle against the bar counter and popped the cap off before taking a sip.
“Ahhhh,” he sighed quietly. He opened his eyes wide for a moment and rolled his shoulders. He could feel the cool drink dropping all the way down to the pit of his stomach. Refreshing. The tiredness faded from his body ever so slightly...if only for a moment. But, it was better than nothing.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” John calmly called out. He was always calm. Apathetic, even. Steady. Again, the general noise of the main room lowered as heads turned his way. He may not be loud, in fact, John was quite soft-spoken, but his voice carried a heavy authority that demanded attention, lest they invoke his wrath. And no one wanted to make John angry.
“For little over a year, we have been here, now, putting down our roots and settling in this city. We turned this…” John raised his hands to gesture around him at the tavern and looked up, soaking up the interior with fondness. “...Hole in the wall, this Beggars House with rat droppings and sour piss, into the Garrison; the best tavern this side of Isra! With our blood, sweat, and tears. In less than a year we turned this fine establishment into a prospering business. Now,” John continued, raising his right hand to quieten the crowd. They had gotten quite energetic with his speech. “I couldn’t have done it without any of you. Drinks for everyone! On the house!” All the patrons cheered and clambered to their feet. “A toast! To one more year of prosperity and drunken shenanigans!” John then raised his own bottle of beer above his head before bringing it back down and draining it. He slammed it on the counter when he was finished. Without wasting any more time, John walked out from behind the bar and worked his way to the stairs leading down to the cellar. He beamed at everyone that tried to get his attention but otherwise said little. He said what he had to say.
From somewhere in the newfound excitement, someone had pulled out a fiddle and began playing a fast and fun little tune that involved lots of stamping feet. Soon people were dancing and twirling in what little free space they had, taking to the table tops and kicking glasses off onto the floor. John pulled out a small slender pipe from within his coat and gently put it between his lips as he searched his pockets for a match. He mused the tavern would be mighty messy come morning, littered with garbage, broken glass and furniture, and drunken bums to out of it to have gone home. Oh well. John usually didn’t like his tavern getting trashed, but tonight was a special occasion.
At the door to the cellar, John puffed on his pipe before pushing past it as the burly guard held it open for him. He heard it locked behind him. All that noise would also make it hard for any potential eavesdropping. Which was important tonight, for instead of a prize fight, a shady meeting was taken place downstairs.
Where the ring would normally be, instead was a large oval table made of sturdy oak. Lying atop it was numerous maps and parchments and scrolls and lit candles. There was some chatter down here, mostly whisperings, and it all stopped when the few in the cellar heard John’s approaching footsteps.
A couple folks said his name in greeting, mostly his family. They were all here, including a distant cousin that traveled with the Grayson caravan. They hated the city and preferred to camp outside, so they had only sent him as their representative.
“Quite the party ye got up ‘tere, John,” Said the Grayson cousin.
“Aye,” replied John as he took his place by the dimly lit table. It was cold and damp down here, like most wine cellars, and their voices carried and echoed in the small chamber. However, the festivities, especially the stomping, could be clearly heard, albeit, muffled by the thick wood flooring above their heads. “I reckon Frank’s already about ready to burst a vein.” That garnered a few light chuckles.
Not everyone was here, he noticed. He’d wait for the others to show...but not for too long.
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Dulrhen Haganebohr
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 60
Physical Description: As a dwarf, Dulrhen (Dul, to friends and people who play enough), is short, barely cresting 4'03". He is stocky, however, and has the weight and strength of someone twice his height. His beard and hair are dyed red.
Clothes and Equipment: Dul wears whatever armor or clothing he can get his hands on, but he prefers things that give him a nice bit of protection without getting too cramped indoors.
His weapon of choice is the axe and shield, but will not pass up better replacements if one is broken or if he finds something of better quality.
Allegiances: Vallon Gang
Registered: Nov 4, 2018 21:56:29 GMT -8
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Post by Dulrhen Haganebohr on Nov 4, 2018 22:28:32 GMT -8
The bar, in its raucous atmosphere, did not so much as pause in its noise politely for the next man to walk in. Dulrhen swung the doors open, casting about with dark eyes before heading towards the bar. He did not consider himself to have particularly sharp hearing, but if there were two things a dwarf could hear from a mile off it was the clink of coin, and any variation of the word "Free"
Trudging with heavy boots to the bar, he snarled when he was jostled by a human, shoving back roughly enough to force the other man to brace himself on a nearby table or knock the entire thing over.
"Wot the 'ell you think you're doin, dwarf?" the human spat, spittle and the foam of his beer mingling in his beard as he glared indignantly at the shorter man, but his eyes quickly found their way to the axe at Dul's hip. Spitting, the man retreated from the would-be confrontation. Men like Dul didn't get the scars like the ones on his face by backing down from tavern brawls, and though nobody knew him, few people were quite so eager to get into a fist fight with a man carrying a weapon.
Once the other man had left him be, the dwarf completed his journey to the bar, pointing at an ale and taking the mug that was eventually poured for him. When the man motioned towards the back there was a nod of understanding and the shady brigand crept behind the bar, finding his way to the narrow staircase and heading down.
"Mistah Vallon." Dul addressed as he glanced around at the men scattered through the dark room. He could have meant any of the Vallons really, and he decided not to get to specific. Just in case they took offense to not being greeted. Heading further into the room he sipped at his drink, wondering what they had called him for. He, he imagined, and other fresh meat.
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