Aventures on Darmus

[Valdimer]

This is a new thread based on some ideas that me and ravenloft have come up with. Anyone is welcome to join, just go ahead and jump on in, the more the merrier!!


The bar bussled with activity. Maidiens walking around, catching the attention of unsuspecting young men, cheers and the clashing of glass to glass as numerous cheers are made. A young man, around 5'10", well built, with long dark hair and very well crafted armor made from scales of what looks to be a dragon enters the bar. He makes a bee line for the counter. "Ale please.", he says with calmness. He sits down, servaying the mass of people in the bar.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes De Leon:

With a sharp eye on the bar maids, cervantes, scourge of the seas of Darmus, enters the little tavern, only moments after the youthful one. It is as though there is an energy about him that draws the attentin of the women here. They all seem to be suddenly on edge. He smiles roguishly as he steps up to the bar front. "Hear now, ale!" Cervantes growls to get the bar tenders attention. His hand slaps down on the bar top with a gold in his palm. "N' make it quick!" He adds with that age old smile of wicked intent.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer Elsworth


"No need to be so gruff with the old basterd." Valdimer says with just a hint of annoyance. Who is this character who thinks he can just come in here and start barking orders? "Where might you be from wanderer?" he says to the oddly dressed individual.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Did ya hear that Simon? This shit just called you an ol bastard!" Cervantes says with an ever presant sly smile as he looks toward the man seated next to him at the bar. The bar tender looks over with a laugh. "Tis cause I am! Cheers to the both o ye!" He says, with a mocked grouse. Cervantes stares at Valdimer challengingly as he takes his ale in hand. As Val asks of his origins, Cervantes drains his ale. Finally lowering the mug with a clack on the bar top, Cervantes whips as this twisted and gnarled beard, soaking up the dribbling ale from his chin. Then he speaks. "From the sea, have ye not heard of the Scourge of the Darmus seas?!" He says with a fair amount of his own annoyance.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer Elsworth


"The scourge of the Darmus Seas? No, I must say that I havent. I dont generally ask the wenches for there latest catch on stories." Val says as he swallows down his own ale in retaliation, slamming the glass down as he finishes, eyeing cervantes with the same look of challenge. "Simon! Another ale for me and my newfound scourge!" val says loudly.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Never... Heard of..." Cervantes grumbles into his mug of ale, realizing that it is indeed empty, he looks toward Simon. "Keep the ale flowing ye ol bastard!" Before either he or Valdimer could finish their requests for more ale, Simon had pressed another mug into each of their waiting hands. Turning back to Val, Cervantes tilted his head to the side. "Ah, the stories you do miss... Care to have me leave a LASTING impression... On your arse perhaps?" Again, it was a challenge. Cervantes held his ale offensively, mere inches from his lips. His eyes gleaming for a tussle.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer

" I have no quarell with you scourge. Lets leave it at that." Val says, wiping the last of the froth from his chin. "As far as your stories.....I must decline. The wenches should be happy enough with the tall tales from the seas." Val spoke, as he strains his head back, sipping the last of his second mug.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Tall... Tales..." Cervantes again grumbling into his mug of ale, his annoyance only increasing. With a clap, his mug hits the bar top as he swipes up the fresh mug that only three seconds before had been set forth by good ol Simon. "Listen here... Tall tales they are not! An... *Erp* An I can PROVE it!" Turning away from Cervantes to catch sight of a plump, yet shapely bar maid, only five staggering paces away. Sweeping over to her, he charmingly sets his hands upon her arse and pulls her to him. "Ye vixen, to my bed with ye for the night!" He growls seductively as his mouth, his ale dripping mouth seeks out her neck.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer:

"Prove it, can you? Pirates are only known for two things. Lies, which you so shamelessly spill, and the capturing of farmers daughters, whcih im also sure you have done." Val says, a hint of laughter following behind. Val watches as cervantes drunkinly tries to swindle and retire with the maiden he has set his eyes on. "AND IM SURE SHE MUST BE AN ADVENTURE IN HERSELF!" he yells to cervantes. Valdimer spins from his stool, stands, and stretches, hearing the cracks and groans of joints used to exhaustion. Clouds of trail dust fall as he returns to his seat, another mug waiting paitiently for him.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

Pausing, his mouth open against the woman's throat, Cervantes squints his eyes, reluctantly pulling away from her. She makes a small sound of dissapointment as he turns her loose. Turning sharply toward Val, Cervantes speaks. "And how would you know anything of pirates... Fool! We may lie, cheat, and steal, but all the women I have taken, I have taken as they have given themselves!" He paused for a moment, thinking over what he just said. "I mean, they gave themselves to me WILLINGLY!" He barked. Finally the quip about the woman being an adventure sunk into his ale sodden brain. "And... YES! She is!"

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer:

Val couldnt help but release a hearty laugh. "If that is how you think', he spoke inbetween gasps for breath, "then so be it!" Laughter continuing to flow. Wiping the tears from his eyes, val returned to his latest mug of ale, savoringly drank some, then returned his attention to cervantes. "Come lad. Sit with me. Let us talk business."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Aye, tis how I think, and don't ye forget it!" Cervantes hissed. "....Lad? How old are you? Was that your joints I heard needing some oil thar?" He shuffled over to the bar again, more for his fresh ale than to talk. But, hell, he was there now... Might as well. "What sort o buisness would it be? Need someone dead? Maimed? I can do that..." He said seriously.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer:


"No," he said with a somewhat worried look, "not really. I was thinking more along the lines of......say maybe searching for something." Val grabed his glass of ale, took the last few swallows, then continued " A tome i was sent to retrive, somewhere to the south of here, near the elven forest. Interested?" he looks quizzically over at cervantes, awaiting his reply.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"A tome eh? Who wants it? An whats my cut of this little adventure? Facing up with the Elves of the Pitch ain't something this here pirate does for free, ye hear?" Lifting his ale to his lips, Cervantes spoke, his words given a mild echo from the half empty mug. He finishes off the dregs then sets the mug down, holding up a hand to stay his next ale toward Simon as he locks eyes with Valdimer.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer:


" An elderly mage requires it. Goes by the name of Goldleaf or something like that. And as far as your cut, well, half of all we find is yours, and i wouldnt worry to much about the Shadowed Elves, I think they are nothing but legend and fable anyway." val spoke, wiping the remains of the ale from his goatee. Reaching for his next glass, he continues, " If you're interested, meet me here in the morning, so we can get an early start." he concludes. Taking a drink of his newest glass, some dribbles down from his lips, onto his chest. Valdimer, with a spacey look, searches the glass for the hole which drained some of his pressious beverage.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"Elderly mage eh? And he can be trusted? Pht..." Cervantes scoffs. "Ah hell, I need something to do... In the morn, I'll be waiting for ye... Ye just be getting over yer drinking thar, okay? You believe in the existance of mages but not those bloody elves of midnight?" Shaking his head in wonder, Cervantes gets up. "In the morn, I'll be here... " He pats Val on the back and looks up to see the bar maid he'd been about to seduce heading up the stairs to one of the tavern's few rooms. He smiled as he quickly followed her up.

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer:

"Very well, I shall see you in the morning then." As cervantes strode off to fetch his latest prize, Valdimer, staggeringly walks out of the bar. Untieing his horse, he rides to the candle lit inn, requests a room, pays, and then retires for the night, gently falling to sleep, giving his bones and muscles a much needed rest.

 

[Rockingham]

Rocky looked inside the bar. He was sure Cervie had said this bar, where was he? Rocky looked back at the two horses. The same ones Cervie had wanted stolen. He had done real good this time.
"Excuse me," Rocky asked, walking up to the bar, "Have you seen a big tall guy with a dark cape, a sword. He's kinda ugly."
The bar tender pointed upstairs, "Third door to the right."
Rocky smiled brightly, "Thank you very much."
He took out his purse and handed the man a silver coin. the bar tender pocketed it, moving on to another customer. Rocky went upstairs hurridly.
He counted three doors. One, two, three. Rocky was going to knock, but he remember what happened last time. Some woman kept calling him her father. She was about the same age as him, the poor thing must have been loss or something. She kept running into the wall, over and over again, and Cervie was right in the middle, helping her.
Rocky placed his ear to the door. He could hear some muffling and gruffling on the other side of the door. Either Cervie was in there with a pig, or he was helping another girl find her father. In either case, he had better just wait outside.
Sighing, Rocky took a seat beside the door, and began counting the cockroaches that scurried about the floor.

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

The night passed, only three hours of it were taken up with the desperate pleas of Cervantes's stolen maiden, and his own gruff howling. Then it was quiet, for the most part, if you didn't count Cervantes's snorring that is. Morning came all too soon, the light from the rooms open window flickered across Cervantes's eyes, waking him. He garbbled something unintelligibly as he sat up on the beds edge. Looking over his shoulder, the spent maiden was curled up in a ball, still asleep, her hair cascading over the pillow beneith her head. Cervantes smiled wickedly as he pondered the thought of giving er another go, only to pick up the sounds of someone at his door. He stepped up to the door and opened it, Rocky had fallen asleep, his head against the door, and when Cervantes opened it, he flopped into the room, waking with a start. "...Rockingham... Care to explain why you're sleeping in the hall... Against my door?" Cervantes asked in an oddly calm manner. Rocky never liked when Cervantes seemed calm...

Cervantes scratched his chest, which was still bare from the night before, and extended a hand out to gruffly lift Rocky to his feet. "And whats the status on the horses?" He added as he wheeled Rocky into the room.

 

[Rockingham]

Rocky wiped the sleep out of his eyes. He hadn't gottem much sleep, and it was too early in the morning. He yawned, looking inside. Yep, another woman with him.
What did he always need to do with a woman alone in a bed?
"The horses are outside, in a safe place. I had them last night. Some guy said you were up here, so I just sat out here until you were..." he waved at the room, "Finished with whatever you did."
Rocky yawned again, finally able to actually wake up in the morning.
"It's early yet, but I can scrounge us up some sort of breakfast. We can leave earlier on today, and be back on the sea before noon."

 

[Ravenloft]

Cervantes:

"We have other plans now Rocky..." Looking back at the maiden stirring, Cervantes stepped between Rocky and the open door. "I have to see a man about a spell book... You stay here and see that to the woman, Rocky. Then meet us down at the bar." And with that, Cervantes made his way out of the room, heading for the bar.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I'm not exactly always original...

OOC: "Oh Cervantes!!! You are my pirate ov LOOVVVVVEE!!!!!" hahahahahahahahha snort hahahahashahahahahahahahah Oh, I kill myself. Sorry, out of thread experience. Nothing to see here folks, move along.

IC: Muffin stepped into the bar and blinked the morning light out of her eyes. Somehow these seedy places always seemed to remain in the shadows, even during the full light of day. Conversation ceased, at least from the few still sober or awake enough to converse. Straightening her shoulders, she walked purposefully to the barkeep.

"I'm looking for someone, I heard she came here."

He grunted and turned away. People who came here generally preferred to remain anonymous or hidden, apparently.

"Please, it's my sister. I have to find her because her life is in great danger. She's tall and has dark hair and light blue eyes. She has a necklace just like this one. Her name is Gwen." Muffin held up the celtic pendant with a three sided knot.

"Haven't seen 'er," the barkeep grunted. "Ye want a drink?"

"Surely someone has! This is the Drowned Rat Pub, and I know she came here!"

 

[Valdimer]

Valdimer Elsworth:


The morning sun shown through the 2nd floor window of the Smileing Maiden Inn. Valdimer awoke, hesitantly, as he turned his eyes toward the window. "Damn sun....ugh......" he said as he rustled with the sheets. As he stood, the joints agian in his body creaked with protest, not yet ready to begin another hard day on the road. Sluggishly, he started to put his undergarments and armor on. Once that was completed, he strapped his 2-Handed Sword to his belt, made sure he had all his things, and proceeded to walk out of the inn. Once outside, he untied his horse, and made his way to the Drowned Rat. What an interesting place, he thought to himself, as he rode up to the bar front. Dismounting, and tieing his horse to the post, he enters the bar. "Ye want a drink?" was the first thing he heard as he strode in. Val walks up to the bar, and says "Simon, has cervantes made his way down here yet?" awaiting the bartenders reply, he looks over and nodds a warm welcome to the maiden standing next to him. "Hello, my name is Valdimer.", he says.........

 

[Guest]

Cervantes:

Coming up to the bar, Cervantes looked the woman who had lost her sister up and down. He noted Valdimer there and jestured that he would be with him in just a moment. "Simon... Who is that girl?" Cervantes whispered as he pulled Simon over to his spot at the bar. "She... She looks familiar..."

"All women look familiar to you... You've fucked plenty enough o them ere! I should know! I ad ta fix this here celing god only knows how often cause o ya and yer bloody humpin! Anyhow, she be looking fer er sister... Says she gots the dark hair, blue eyes and is a mite bit tall... Oh and one o them gem thingies bouts er neck... If ya recognize er, ye might a been at er sister... Says she came ere alot..." And with that, Simon shrugs and gives Cervantes a questioning smile. "Yer wants ya mornin ale?"

Still eying the woman, Cervantes nods to the offered ale. And in a moment its pressed into his hand. He lifts it to his lips, never taking his eyes off her as he drinks the mug dry and sets it, top down upon the bar, a gold piece rested on the mugs upturned butt.

He walkes casually over to Val and the woman, his head lowered ever so slightly, to give his eyes that oh so mysterious glint... "Dear woman, what did your sister come to the drowned rat for? Not much here to interest a fair maiden, I must say... Its patrons are a bit rough about the edges after all..." He shot a wink toward Valdimer as he addressed Muffin.

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: S'me up there, I swear it! I hate these fucking cookies! I think its about time for Cervantes and Val to start one of their patented bar fights and bust some fucking heads open! I am ready to send a few to die a thousand deaths...