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Post by Captain Thomas Payne on May 27, 2015 11:56:15 GMT -6
Thomas stepped into the tavern and made straight for the bar with the express intention of consuming as much alcohol as he could.
It had been a very long day, full of bartering and begging for even the tiniest scraps of where his mutinous crew might have taken his ship, yet even that had proven fruitless.
But now was not the time for such worries, now was the time to get sloshed.
Getting the attention of the barkeep, he ordered a full flagon of ale and sat back to observe the other patrons.
"Ooooh The sun came up on the Spanish sea..."
He began to sing softly to himself.
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on May 27, 2015 19:56:04 GMT -6
The Frenchman entered the tavern where he'd been told to meet a certain Victoria lady. He looked around, hoping to at least see her stunning breasts or her sultry smirk, but was dismayed to find only the mediocre ones of other women. Set up again.
Ibelin shrugged, thinking perhaps it was just the world getting back at him for one of his soldiers having stolen some of her products earlier that week, and that the only way to fix it would be to have a drink and forget all about it.
As he sat down at the bar and ordered a Scotch whiskey, he heard to his left a song being sung by a decent-looking man with a silly accent and unimpressive clothing.
"I know this one!" muttered the warrior as he turned to the man, a grin on his face. "Some mercs sang it while I was on me way here, savvy?" |
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Post by Captain Thomas Payne on May 27, 2015 22:47:08 GMT -6
Acknowledging the man, Thomas nodded and trailed off his song. He took a long swig of his ale.
"Well met friend, perhaps you're familiar with this one?"
With that Thomas launched into another tune, his mood lightened slightly at having found another fellow of the sea.
"Oh, we're homeward bound for Liverpool town!"
His voice was louder than before, and a bard in the corner caught on and began strumming a lute.
"Goodbye, fare thee well, Goodbye, fare thee well."
Thomas looked at the man raising an eyebrow and grinning a crooked grin.
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on May 29, 2015 15:50:14 GMT -6
"Them Liverpool judies they all will come down!" Ibelin shouted in glee as he spun towards the bard, who responded in perfect time: "Hurrah, my boys, we're homeward bound."
The warrior smiled, knowing the song very well as one that not only had he heard in his travels but also around his seaside village just south of Liverpool. He was surprised that even this far from home he'd hear some of the culture from where he came from.
"A pint for everyone, barmate!" the warrior ordered to the barkeep, who nodded to him and got to work.
Ibelin turned back around to join the singing crowd, acknowledging the man sitting behind him by raising his hand in a friendly greeting intended to be a handshake. |
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Post by Captain Thomas Payne on Jun 3, 2015 18:53:57 GMT -6
Satisfied he'd started a tune, Thomas went back to his drink. He took a sip and returned the man's greeting.
"What brings you to this little hole in the mud?" He inquired with a small grin.
Waiting for a response, he sat back to enjoy the music.
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on Jun 9, 2015 20:11:37 GMT -6
"Well, I've been here a while, haven't I?" the warrior chuckled as he drummed his fingers along his tankard. "But if you meant this tavern here, I can tell you it wasn't for the atmosphere, now was it?"
The French man took another large swig at the exact moment that the song had demanded it, and he looked back up. The tavern was roaring with excitement, but perhaps a bit too much for it to be safe.
This wasn't a problem for someone who could handle themselves, and Ibelin certainly could if things got ugly. It seemed that his new counterpart could, too.
"A good swig a night keeps bad things at bay, I usually say. Philosophies, mate, have their place in books but also in the working world." |
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