Medieval Tavern

[WickedVixen]

This is an OOC place to hang out, practice your writing etc..but it will all be done as you playing a medieval character. You can talk back and forth but transpose yourself into a character of that time..please give a brief descrip then have fun!

Name: Alika
Profession: slave to the state
Stats: 18 - ebony skin, dark hair and eyes.

 

[Slance]

Iw as just wondering are demi humands aload if so then here's my char.
Name: Caraz Vaqaud
Age: 25 half elf years=10 in human years
Discript: Shoulder length pitch black hair slightly pale skin. Bright peircing green eyes. Muscular compared to most people but not buldging with muscles. Has very good manors towards woman bows, says Milady, will kick andybody's ass who so much as forgets to thanks them, ect. Has a very short temper with anybody but woman. Wares a black cloak wich hides a short sword and a long sword on hsi belt. HAs a bow on his back with a quiver.

 

[badbabysitter]

Fucking elves, cant throw a dead cat without hitting one nowadays

 

[Canadian_Eh]

Would love to take part.

Name: Duncan from the county of Surrey
Profession: warrior
States: Saxan 18, orphan from a Nords raid. scar on right
shoulder

 

[SexyAmber]

(OOC: Great idea sis, will write my character now)

 

[Slance]

Umm hey that elves comment is not true! You juts have to aim right

 

[SexyAmber]

Jasirae

Character Name: Jasirae
Age: 18 En’Vars
Occupation: One of the many ale wenches at the Inn and Tavern

-she walks about the tavern major, lighting each torch that blankets the heavy stone walls, this causing a russet amber glow to resonate over the tavern. Her petite bare feet walk slowly with a noticed sway to each delicious hip. Her enchanting gaze rakes the tavern, ensuring that all is in order so that her employer, Alika, will not need to cut her wages that eve. The dancing pit for slave girls in the middle of the tavern has been adequately raked and tidied. A glance to one of the windows shows a storm is brewing outside, that almost ensures that pirates from the great Thassa ocean should be docking in the towns port. It could almost guarantee a night of fighting and drunken town folk. Peasants, warriors, noblemen and women. The working class to the King’s court all frequented this tavern and usually the mixing of classes caused scandal and clashing.

All of the small rooms had been cleaned, a single copper to rent one and another copper for any of the wenches to escort.

And so the raven hair beauty awaited the opening, her ivory cleavage corseted tightly in the ivory gauze shirt, a peeking of her dusky nipples could be viewed. She was lucky to have this job, her lack of education showed in her speech. Clearly a lack of articulation. And now she waited for the first customers of the eve on this stormy night.

 

[Slance]

Waylayd on one of the few parts of thsi land I don't know great. He thinks as he stumbles off the ramp leading down from the pirate's ship. Whats more is having to pay them 12 silvers just for passage and then the added expense of the storm. Well I gave um 12 silvers and much more. He thoguht grudingly coming into the town as the rain, wind, sleet and mud wipped around him and stained his cloak. It was hard work walking up the hill that dipped back into a valley ware the town stood but harder with the gods throwing every thing they had against you. He tried stumbling and half way falling to get down into the valley with the wind blowing and the sand and dirt undefoot. A light must be a tavern oh the warmth of a good fire what he'd do for that. His hood is wipped off just as he swings the door in to the tavern open.

 

[Blarneystoned]

Pubs Open

Character: Blarneystoned, Renaissance man, Brumeister and Bartender to peasant, pirate, and prince.

Slamming a dagger into a wooden keg of a new blend of malted wheat bier and pouring 4 wooden mugs of mother's milk...

Bier at the bar up...2 pents a piece for the mugs...1 shilling for the hoghead...2 shillings if its whiskey and not bier. Ha' penny for the dregs of the barrels. Waiste not, want not ..an if n you hab no geld..you can pluck chickens out back with the cook..only if yer sober first.


Look alive lads and lassies,

Make way and lend an ear to the bard for tonight
Maids and barkeep make sure you bite the gold te make sure its real, ye can never be ta careful


Flutes, lutes, and fiddles strike up ..and Blarney lights his pipe.

 

[SexyAmber]

her shimmering gaze of smouldering silver draws to Barkeep, Barney, hearing him shout his orders.

“Aye Sir , nae a good night this eve, the weather is bad...pirates me beat" she shouts over the bard's music.

she tosses her wild raven mane so it slithers down her corseted breasts and coils against her slender waist. Her gaze shoots to the sound of the door opening, she can feel the rush of wind against her silken flesh, the weather is bad…very bad.

Her fiery gaze shoots to Caraz entering and she hikes the tray to her hip. Appraising him silently with the gaze of a predator, does he have much coin? The sound of her stealth and hypnotic steps move toward him, the soft chiming of the belly chain of faux coins rings softly and a single cheap gem glimmers in her exposed navel.

“Eh Good Eve, What will have ye?”

 

[Blarneystoned]

Keep yer eyes on that one...and if one is glass take it out and get a good look

Blarney watches the shapely maid walk and gauge the crowd as the stumble in. Fine lass that one indeed and smart a whip, no doubt. Deadly combination.

Aye Jasirae, tis a night for gettin off the seas...else ya loose yer rum 'fore ye can make it to shore. Ye've a fine eye for business, keep yer ears open and yer wits about ye...Me thinks you will need all yer charms tonight when those scurvey dogs roll in. We might want to light more torches and have that grunt in the back roll out another Keg a grog. Here ye might need a dagger if a fight breaks out later.

 

[Blarneystoned]

And the band played on...a bawdy tune..to liven up the room

The Bard turned his head and then cast a smile
An evil grin cross his lips and eyes that lasted more than a while
As he shook his head and tapped his foot
Look alive lads and follow suit

The band got hotter and the bodhrans played a wicked drone
The bard began to sing a bawdy old tune
So make way and we'll have no fights
For tonight begins the first, of Seven Drunken Nights

SEVEN DRUNKEN NIGHTS

As I went home on Monday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a horse outside the door,
where my old horse should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that horse outside the door,
where my old horse should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.

As I went home on Tuesday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a coat behind the door,
where my old coat should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that coat behind the door,
where my old coat should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.

As I went home on Wednesday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a pipe upon the chair,
where my old pipe should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that pipe upon the chair
where my old pipe should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.

As I came home on Thursday nigh,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw two boots beside the bed,
where my old boots should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns them boots beside the bed
where my old boots should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but laces in flower pots I never saw before.

As I came home on Friday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a head upon the bed,
where my old head should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that head upon the bed,
where my old head should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see.
That's a baby boy, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.

As I came home on a Saturday night,
as drunk as drunk could be
I spied two hands upon her breasts,
where my old hands should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who's hands are these upon your breasts,
where my old hands should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see
'Tis nothing but a Living Bra Jane Russell gave to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more,
but fingernails on a Living Bra, I never saw before.

Now when I came home on Sunday night,
a little after three.
I saw a man running out the door
with his pants about his knee.
So I called to my wife and I said to her:
would you kindly tell to me,
who was that man running out the door
with his pants about his knee?
Oh you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool, and still you cannot see,
Twas nothing but the tax collector the Queen sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But an Englishman that could last 'till three I never saw before.

 

[SexyAmber]

-she took the dagger from blarney and smirked softly as she strapped it to her thigh, the man at the door obviously surveying the place before committing to a drink.

“Aye Sir will watch meself this eve”, with that she blew him the most sinister of kisses and a wink of her spidery coal lashes. The tempting pout of her mouth glistened within the amber glow of the inn.

She began to dance to the bard’s music. Each movement of her heavenly body like a silent beckon for a man’s touch. Each divine curve and slope of her form as if created for man himself. Her midnight mane swung around her..teasing her own glistening flesh. Her breasts heaved deliciously as the chimes around her waist and ankle sang with the music. She danced to the bar and leaned over teasing Blarney then snapping her wicked gaze of whiskey hue to the Elf.

“Gots to buy something’ if ye plan on staying”

 

[cgraven]

The Welsh Bard

It had been many a long year sense I had left my home Liangillen by the Berwyn Mts. to cross the Irish Sea. Yes to Ireland to learn the art of the Bard. This no pale scribbler of words as the Norman has, nor the pretty feathered birds of the French with their delicate sonnets. But a lively man of action as adept with harp and verse to entertain, or with sharp tongue and sword to chastise and humble the Manor's Lord. Ours is an ancient role to keep alive our history and our Clan chieftains humble, so they can sever their people. I am a wander a weaver of word and verse to the harps sweet voice.

 

[Slance]

He said nothing as he watched the tavern quietly. Defently one of the more err lively ones. He thought as he watched the beautiful woman strap a dagger to ehr side. He turned and shut the door one hand holding the cloak shut. As his hand left the dorr it glided up to his hood and quickly flicked it back on. He turned and smiled and bowed low in a gratios manor. "Need not be that you get me anything milady." He had the tonge of an elf so of course he did not have the accent that was comon around here thoguh he has found that he could imitate it quite well when need be. He straitend up and said. "Though if you would be kind as to direct me to ware I can get a hot meal, drink, and a room... private if possible." He pulled out a large gold coin that was a currency among pirates worth at least ten silvers or as pirates knew it worth a bloody sword and many wounds. As he waited for the answer he relised that this girl was more beautiful than any bar maid he ahs seen before.

 

[Blarneystoned]

The Bard finished and stepped down for a bier..

The dancing pit came alive as the lovely Jaizera cast her spell..most enchanting. Blarney was captivated as she took his dagger and blew him a kiss. Later he was mystified again as she danced a lilting step and swayed like a nymph across to his bar. He heard her mention something to an elf about buying something and snapped to sighing to himself.

"Lay off the whiskey lad he said to himself, that one is beautiful enough to walk away with yer wallet and ye'd gladly give it for a smile...till mornin when yer walkin naked through the town square with no boots and a torn hat passing the ladies as the go to mass...haha..yes lad lay off the liquor indeed."

With a bit of luck she will dance the money off many patrons tonight and dance on your bar if the music is good. He flashed her a smile as the bard finished his tune and the house burst with applause more for the dancer than the bard he suspected.

Tapping the keg and filling tankards of grog he readied for the next wave of customers.

Blarney slid him a wooden mug and laughed "Damn fine tune man..I'll give ye two drinks for free...then ye have to go sing again or pay half price...I know how bards can drink..haa!"

Just as he finished his speech another bard swayed in the tavern with his cloak swaying...a Welshman by the look of him. The two bard exchanged glances, signed to eachother in some obscure hand language..and the Angus house bard laughed and said..."My call upon Wales, yer the next to take the stage!"

 

[SexyAmber]

-her captivating gaze fell upon the golden glimmer of the coin, very rare in these parts to see such wealth, a deceptive and cunning smile crept over her vermilion tiers of ecstasy. She nodded her head with a toss of her glossy midnight mane and pointed behind the bar toward Blarney-

“Aye he will get ye what ye need, I can not help with rooms and such”

-her fingertip crept up his shirt to his chin, a whisper of her sweet hot breath fell across his chest as her sultry voice purred- “

“Ye coin is always welcomed here…go see him”

-her spell binding gaze was casted toward Blarney, those seducing scarlet lips parted as she mouthed to Blarney-

“he gots a gold coin”

-and with hypnotic steps of her beckoning body she followed the elf to the bar, her gaze drawing briefly to the new bard and she awaited any that needed her service for ale-

 

[Slance]

He almost sighed with content as her voice played into his ears it mixed with the music making it better and her touch was like fine silk. As he started walking towards the bar. He was still thinking about it but his mind started to work normaly again. He walked up to the bar and saw the bartenders eyes fall on the coin he flipped it in between his fingers and curled his hand so the coin was hid from sight. His other hand slid in to his cloak and rested on the hilt of his long sword as he said. "My drink please... your best mead and if you deal with such things my room also as private as it can get oh and whats left will be a tip for the lady for her help."

 

[Blarneystoned]

Rooms out back..there is a horse stable to the side..hand off to the groomsmen

It's 3 coppers for the room and half a copper for the horse..ye get dinner and drink if you fancy it and breakfast in the morning around 10 or so...we wake up late round the pub. Word to the Wise..there's pirates around so keep yer sword close and yer valuables even closer....he trailed off as Jasirae flashed him a smile and mouthed the words Gold to him..haha...He would own this place soon if that one stayed on. He heard the band strike up and filled a few more tankards. It was going to be a good night. He flashed the enchantress a smile laughed. Yes it was going to be a grand night despite the storms.

Some more patrons stumbled in. He pulled the cork on a whiskey bottle added it to a jug threw in some spices, water and sugar and let them steep by the roaring fire. After a while he yelled "Hot Whiskey punch...5 pennies a mug..while it lasts...It'll shake the storm out of yer bones !"

He pulled uncorked a bottle of fair wine and poured it in a pitcher added some spices and mulled it with a hot poker from the fire. He set it aside for the maids, dancers, and musicians. "To keep things lively he said with a smile and then turned round to grab a patron round the neck leaving the bar with out leaving coin !"

"Tis a rough night for a swim ole chap, perhaps you are forgetting something ." Some coin was quickly placed on the bar and the man left quickly

 

[Slance]

After the bartender explained he reluctenly placed the coin on the bar and said hsi voice low but able to be heard. "Just make sure that the lady gets whats laft after my drink, meal and such." He thoguht for half a moment and then added. "Cause I keep my sword close." WIth that he grabbed the drink the bartender poured and headed off to a corner to watch the bar and drink quietly.

 

[cgraven]

I watch with half hearted inters the goings on of this wayside tavern, the jostling , the cut purses plying their trade. All whirls around me. Men, elves, and half beings the results of too much ale, and too much lust.

I make my way to the corner to find a remote and lonely bench. The Harp is slid from the leather traveling bag , strings plucked, tuning pegs tightened till all is right. My fingers lightly pluck the strings, clear clarion notes ring out . The song of the bard commences ,it is light air and encourages the, feet to dance.. My fingers caress the strings as you would caress your lover. Those whose ears catch the notes feet start tapping and soon they call for “Ale”.

 

[ariosto]

Jagatai watched the girl from the doorway as she finished her dance. A dance he'd recognized at once and in fact wondered if he'd seen the dark haired beauty somewhere before.
He'd spent many a long winter night in the arms of girls who danced as this one did.

Striding into the tavern he was recognized immediately for what he was. tall and broad shouldered he walked with the gate of a sailor or a horseman. He was the later.
His shaven head, but for a long braid gathered behind and dark bronze skin told all.
A High Plains Nomad.

His grey eyes glittered at the serving wench.
"As fine a dance as I've ever seen girl."
He tossed her a large silver coin which clanked like a dinner plate on the bars rough counter top.
He looked around at his fellow denizens some of whom seemed quite familiar, maybe he'd seen them last year, and a wide smile broke his craggy face.
"Bartender, I'll stand the house to drinks.
The factors at the stockpens have been very generous this year and I believe in sharing the wealth...
Meade girl...if you please."

 

[Slance]

He stood there drinking sliently wondering hwo he was goign to get more moeny that was a lucky shot that that priate was drunk besides he wasn't a thug only to thugs them selves. Well there's always jobs for some muscle. He thought adn besides mabey some one wishes to be taught sword play.

 

[Blarneystoned]

Pull up a chair...Blarney yelled to the new comer

What'll it be ? ..he asked the plains men.

A wave of tankards hit the bar and he refilled them and collected the coin. The bard struck up some wayward tune that he thought he recognized and laughed as the pirates began to shout.

PIRATE SMITH

O Smith he was a Bristol man, a grand kind sort was he
With his cutlass and his pistols heave yo ho
With a noble crew of cutthroats he loved to scour the sea
A capturing and plundering high and low
And he said 'twas no consarn and he didn't give a darn
For right or wrong or any holy show
And he swore that grabbing booty was a Briton's pleasing duty
Wherever he could get it heave yo ho
Heave yo ho, heave yo ho, heave yo ho, heave yo ho
And he swore that grabbing booty was a Briton's pleasing duty
Wherever he could get it heave yo ho

O Smith he was a noble soul. and lofty was his pride
With his cutlass and his pistols heave yo ho
When he saw his beate n foemen all jump into the tide
For the beggars they had no where else to go
When hanging from his lanyards
He had Portugese and Spaniards
And lots of Frenchmen swinging to and fro
Oh long the blazing glory shall illumine England's story
Of Pirate Smith of Bristol heave yo ho

But accidents will happen e'en to heroes such as he
With cutlass and his pistols heave yo ho
He was standing near the captain as happy as could be
Thinking soon to have another prize in tow
When a whizzing Spanish bullet
Came and caught him in the gullet
And very sad to say it laid him low
He was only thirty seven
But of course he went to heaven
To rest in Nelson's bosom heave yo ho

The beer flew and the dancers twirled...the whiskey flowed like water..Blarney said to himself "A finer night I haven't seen!" He laughed and tapped his feet.

 

[cgraven]

The Welsh Bard

My little piece over I pack my harp away and make my way into the night.