Medieval Tavern

[Canadian_Eh]

Sitting in the corner I watch as people come and go. This tavern looks like a place I can find information I think to myself. Than out of the corner of my eye I see the ale wench. What a beauty, gaining her eye I backen her over. Order another ale and see if I can gain some information on Pirates.

 

[SexyAmber]

-The raven hair temptress stands loading her tray with Ale from Blarney, the inn is getting crowded and she smirks as the orders are shouted. The silhouette of her nipples graze the sheer material of the loose shirt as she crawls up to the bar and stand atop it. Obviously not well versed in manners and very cunning having worked here all this time. Her caressing raspy voice shouts

“whoever order an ale, come getter”

 

[Canadian_Eh]

Wanting an ale I walk towords the wench. Needing information i had to make her notice me. If there was one who would know about the pirates it would be her.

I push my way threw the crowd pull out my coin and take an ale. Hoping she would notice me. I have spent 3 yrs in search of this hord of raiders / slave men.

 

[Blarneystoned]

Bloody Pirates kept up all night...haha

Rising slowly and stretching with a sigh...."Tis like I never slept !"

Loading the tray for the buxom maid...Blarney planted his head on the bar. "Wake me up lass when it gets busy...I have to regain me wits or I will be worse than a drowned dog this eve..by the way I like the way your hips move when you carry a heavy tray..haha..curves sharper than a turkish gurka blade !"

Tossing the nights take into the safe and yawning loadly..Blarney settled his head on the bar and gently fell asleep.

The piper played a tin whistle and a harper toned silently at the strings. The pub was silent and you could hear the waves gently rocking through the window. It almost felt as if you were at sea on a fast clipper on the way to the spice route.


DAYS OF THE CLIPPER

You can see the squares of canvas dancin' over the horizon
You can hear the shanty wailin' to the heavin' of the men
You can feel the seas up to your knees and you know the sea is risin'
And you know the clipper's day has come again
Said the man on high the bosun's cry commands a killin' strain
And every mother's son begins to pray
With a hearty shout she comes about as she heads into the rain
And the ship has never seen a better day

Chorus
Sailing ships and sailing men we sail the open water
And the only thing that matters is the wind inside the main
So all you lovin mothers keep your eyes upon your daughters
For the sails will mend their tatters and the mast will rise again

Wooden beams and human dreams are all that made her go
And the magic of the winds upon her sails
We glorify the weather and the fishes down below
God help us if the riggin' ever fails
As the timber creaks the Captain speaks above the vessel's groans
And every soul on board can hear the call
It's nothing but the singing of the ship inside her booms
And this is when she likes it best of all
Chorus

With the foreign foes the clipper's nose is plowin' fields of green
Her fortunes take the crews we wish them well
Where men could be when lost at sea is somewhere in between
The regions of the heaven and the hell
They're sailing eastern harbors and the California shores
If you set your mind to see them , then you can
As you count each mast go sailin' past, prouder than before
And you know the Clipper's Day has come again.
Chorus

 

[badbabysitter]

time for something completely different

The warrior rumbled through the doorway into the tavern.

Sniffed the air.

"Stale beer, smelly sots, half cooked food...must be a pub"

Clad in studded leather jerkin and mighty broadsword sheathed across its back, the figure strode to a nearby table. looking down at the patron snoring peacefully, the new stranger booted the drunk from the seat and quickly took its place.

With a grunt the figure sat and pulled a bejewelled dagger from a belt sheath and slammmed it into the table.

Just as it pulled back the cloak revealing thge face of a young woman of ravishing beauty. And cold steel in her eyes which accented the pallor of her creamy skin and raven tresses.

" Wench!!!!" , she cried, "who do i have to maim to get some service!"


introducing Ingrid Wrymsdottir

 

[H'venlee]

Fiana McDonald- barely 18 and running away from an arranged marriage.

Fiana stepped into the tavern, a gust of wind whipping her cloak around her ankles before the door swings shut behind her.

Looking around cautiously, she slowly pushes back the hood of her cloak to reveal her wild red hair hanging in loose flowing curls. Her green eyes dart around the room, checking for any signs of her father's men. Heaving a sigh at nary a sight of them, she pushes back the cloak to reveal the bright red of her family tartan hanging across one of her breasts then being caught up in her belt.

She walks slowly over to a table in the corner, flipping a coin into the bards pot as she passes. Making sure she can keep an eye on the door, she sits down and waves to the tavern wench.

"An ale lassie," she states, and hands her some coin, "and a quiet tongue if you please."

The wench scurries off to fetch the drink, and Fiana settles in to look around the room at those who do occupy this haven.

 

[Slance]

He watches as the girl who adressed him at the door climbs on to the bar yelling for people to get there ale. He averts hsi eyes quickly staring at the floor and then when he hears some one yell. " Wench!!!!" , she cried, "who do i have to maim to get some service!"
Her back turned to him he had nto seen that she was a lady as he walks up behind her. "I would say you'd have to maim me." He said in a low steely tone as he put his hand on ehr shoudl and jerked her around. He gasped as he saw that it was a lady and quickly with drew his hand.

 

[badbabysitter]

Ingrid makes a friend

"Smart move, sidhe boy..."

A gentle tap three times on the inside of the elves thigh near a rather delecate part of his exterior made him take a quick glance.
Yes it was in fact the flat of a dagger which had its twin in the table the woman sat at.

" Next time show a little caution next time you pick a fight with a stranger.."
With a quick flick of her hand, the dagger seemed to dissapear into the thick leather gloves she wore.
" but no harm , no foul..Come sit with me, and lets us share a few tankards"
With a strenght and speed belying her size she quickly pulled the elf to the seat along side her.
" Damnit wench, wheres my drink!!!!" Ingrid shouted again at the bar.
ingrid turned back to her new friend and stretched out a well toned arm in a handshake of friendship.
" Ingrid Wyrmsdottir, modi by birth, sellsword by trade...and you are...?"

 

[Slance]

Caraz... Vaquad

"Caraz..." He was a bit hesitent to tell this stranger his alst anem but... if she wanted to kill him she would have and if she needed money then she wouldn't have a dagger like that. "Vaquad half elven." He lowerd his voice as he said the last word and tucked his hood a little tighter.

He glanced around to see if anybody was listening and then he continued. "A foreiner to these parts and a sell sword of a kind to but... I tend to do more jobs out in the wilderness... and I won't be hired by just any one."

He ignored her yelling at the lady besides the lady couldn't even hear her with all the men flooding to get drinks, the music, shouting and such.

He bowed slightly and said. "Milady I tend to like to know a little about my emploreres before working for them... and besides there's lots of ways to get money." He fliped out of his gold pouch the last of the gold middalions he had gotten from the pirates.

"Some good deeds give there own rewards." He smiled as he said it and flipped the coin in to his gold pouch.

 

[badbabysitter]

Ingrid Wrymsdottir

" yeah, but good deeds dont keep you warm in the middle of winter.."
Ingrid seemed more interested in the ale than in this stage of the conversation. When a serving wench brought the ale over, ingrid slapped her coins down on the table. Then gave the server a rather too friendly slap on the ass as she walked away.
" Damn right, i'm a foreigner..well at least originally. i hail from north and east of here in the domain of the high King Ori Brunnsun...thing is they dont take very well to women taking up arms where i'm from."
She lifted her tankard in a slute.
" Come now then, Vaquad sidhe warrior, drink with me, to all the souls we've cast to Nifelheim, and to all the friends who now feast at the Allfathers table"

 

[Slance]

He took a ale form the wench and drank it giving her the coin for it. He raised the ale in cheer and laughed at a ranger being called sidhe worrrier. "And to all the beauty of woman from ware you come from." He drink deeply from his tankard finishign it in almost one gulp. He wiped the foam away and said. "If you don't mind telling ware do you come from?"

 

[Blarneystoned]

Ease up on the wenches or its no ale you'll be gettin

I dunna care how much gold ye bring in te me pub...mind yer manners or its vinegar wine and dregs of the barrel for ye. As far as service, if ye want that try the castle ...I hear the maids there give good service to the nobles...in here ye get what I give ye. (Smashing a hamfist on the bar and shaking the ale out of the mugs.)

Bard, grace us with a song to lighten my mood and save these poor bastards a cracked skull.


With that the band took their seat and the bard shook his cloak..his hood down over his face and glistened in the torchlight.
The harp strings rung lowly
And the torch smoke circled slowly
With a solemn face the bard cast his spell on the hall
And the old tongue flowed like a river from his smile

dTIGEAS A DAMSHA


dTigeas a damhsa damhsa, dtigeas damhsa dom?
dTigeas a damhsa damhsa damhsa, dtigeas a damhsa dom?

Goirm i gconai gconai, goirm i gconai dom
Goirm i gconai gconai gconai, maidin De Luain a b'fhearr.

dTigeas a damhsa damhsa, dtigeas damhsa dom?
dTigeas a damhsa damhsa damhsa, dtigeas a damhsa dom?

Buachaill aniar aniar, buachaill aniar a b"fhearr
Buachaill aniar aniar aniar, is cailin o Shliabh na bPeann

dTigeas a damhsa damhsa, dtigeas damhsa dom?
dTigeas a damhsa damhsa damhsa, dtigeas a damhsa dom?

Buachaill maith suiste suiste, buachaill maith suiste a b'fhearr
Buachaill maith suiste suiste, suiste, suiste is cailin deas tuirne leann

dTigeas a damhsa damhsa, dtigeas damhsa dom?
dTigeas a damhsa damhsa damhsa, dtigeas a damhsa dom?

 

[badbabysitter]

Ingrid Wyrmsdottir

" bastard?"
Ingrid turned to the elf.
" Did he just call me a bastard"
Ingrid chortled out loud and pulled back her cloak, firmly grabbing one of her own breasts through the leather jerkin.
" Don't know where ye come from, but from the lands of the ice and snow..we WOMEN grow breasts."

Ingrid quieted down and listened to the bard.
" hmm gaelic... my people raid those Islanders alot"

 

[Blarneystoned]

Ye called yerself a bastard..haha..those maids will service anyone..haha

haha...yeah those that only have boats and no land o their own must raid..that is their only hope...and Boru stopped ye dead in yer tracks...nice tits though..haha

BRIAN BORU, THE LION OF IRELAND

The lion of Ireland he was called, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
He fought for Ireland brave and true,Brian Boru, Brian Boru
With hearts of oak and strength of steel, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
Would see his Viking enemies reel, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
With learned Mac Laig by his side, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
His knowledge helped your star to rise, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
Kincora's palace in history told, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
That Ireland a nation be brave and bold, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
You seen a country terror bound, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
And Sacred orders in towers of round, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
The lion of Ireland he was called, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
Chorus
King Brian, the King of Erin Champion of the learning
For all his flock is carin' soldiers all God fearin'
In Cashel and Kincora, Armagh and Kilfenora
In Alba and in Tory men learned to speak you glory
Insula Sanctorum, Emporo Scotorum, Terra et Doctorum Empertus Scriptorum
Docum gloire de na h'Eireann Chun onora stair na h'Eireann
Nt raibh siochain ann riabh cheara Cois abhainn cois gleanna


When you had triumphed all walked without fear, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
From the shores of Swilly to Cape Clear, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
With a thirst of knowledge and minds of men, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
That had built the France of Charlemagne,Brian Boru, Brian Boru
To Armagh City proud you rode, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
Rebuilt the churches, schools and roads, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
Protected monks both young and old, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
From Viking hordes with lust for gold, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
And on the Sea your fleet was seen,Brian Boru, Brian Boru
To protect the fields of Erin Green, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
The lion of Ireland he was called, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
Chorus

The patriot Great of Ireland, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
You made the Irish Chieftains stand, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
You seen the old Scotia vandalized, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
To educate the young your prize, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
With victory at Clontarf was won, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
The Northmen to Valhalla run, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
Tey stole the silver and drowned the books, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
Those thorkling thurging thieving crooks, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
You wanted there be war no more, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
You brought peace and plenty to Erinn's shore, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
The lion of Ireland he was called, Brian Boru, Brian Boru
Chorus

Poor little Viking, trix are for kids..haha

 

[H'venlee]

Fiana glances around, noting those that move by her. Her eyes see an elven figure. She notes to herself, "I will have nay a use for the likes of him". A strong arm and a quick wit is what she is needing tonight.

As a pirate captain passes by her, her hand strays to the clasp of her cloak, still fastened around her neck. A bold ruby lays at each end of the clasp, and it turns warm under her touch. A vision strikes her. She sees a blaze overcoming a ship, the main mast falling, splintered. The captain being run through.

Her vision clears and she reaches for the tankard that the lass has set before her, taking a long drink.

Fiana had been cursed with the sight since before she could remember. Noblemen and peasents begged for her hand, bringing her father cattle, jewels, even slaves to try to win the honor of having her. But it wasn't her they wanted, it was her sight. She knew why they wanted her, not her beauty or her wisdom.

And she saw him. The man who was to have her. He walked into her father's keep and she was struck by the most powerful vision she had ever known. He was to be cruel and forceful. He was going to use her, and treat her as a lowly servant, not as a wife. This vision scared her, and so she had ran, away from her family and her clan.

She noticed the tavern owner eyeing her, and she slowly lifted the hood of her cloak back up over her hair which she knew was dancing in the firelight. She was hoping to find help, to find refuge, and she hoped her sight would this once lead her to what she sought.

 

[Slance]

As the woman talks to the Bartender Caraz slips away hoping to get some info on a job of some sort.

He sees a young girl with red hair who has juts enterd the tevern the ruby clasps would fetch a fair price indeed but Caraz didn't steal he just payed due ware due was deserved and defently not to a lady.

He watched her because he felt some thing. His half elven senses trying vainly to figure out what he felt. An elf could easly tell she was a seer.

He sighed and leaned back on the wall watching her trying to disern what this feeling was like a feeling of... knowledge from her.

He tucked his hood more to hide his half elven features.

 

[H'venlee]

Fiana

She hailed the ale lass and asked about some food to fill her aching belly. A simple stewand fresh bread sounded like just the thing to help with her aching body.

She felt eyes upon her and noticed the elven figure's eyes upon her before he pulled his hood higher. She wished for some idea as to what he wanted of her, but the visions would not come to her. That happened very often with any creature not fully human. The threads of their lives were not open to her visions.

A wooden bowl of streaming stew & a hugh chunk of bread was set before her. She smiled a thanks at the ale lass and handed her a few coins to pay for the fare.

A vision filled her head, and she saw the lass in a stable stall. She was on her back, skirts up around her neck, and a hand held fastly over her mouth. A dark man loomed over the her and took her harshly, using the poor lass. She watched helplessly as the scene played out in her mind till the lass lay crying as the man threw a few gold coins to her, leaving her bleeding and alone.

Fiana's eyes went to the poor girl, as she laughed and flirted with a group of men at a table across the room. Fiana sighed, wishing she could do something, but knowing that she could not jeopardize her safety by telling her visions to the common folk. Loss tongues wag for the right price.

She took a deep drink of her ale and started into her stew, needing to build her strength for the long journey ahead of her, wherever she had to go.