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In downtown Paris, hidden among a maze of small streets an alleyways, sits a small tavern. From outside it seems modest, perhaps even rundown, it's brick walls in much need of repair. There is no sign outside the heavy oak doors, only a small green branch signifying that wine can be bought there.
Anyone entering the building for the first time would be shocked by how misleading its facade is. Inside everything is emaculate. Tapestries celebrating such famous French battles as that of Charles Martel at Tours-Poitiers hang from the walls. Heavy oak tables with extensive carvings of a Dionysian theme are occupied by nobles from all of France and beyond, as well as occasionally by men of a somewhat shadier aspect. In the main room there is a large oak bar at which any wine one can imagine can be had (and even some of that swill Englishmen and Germans call beer), while the kitchen serves food renowned throughout Paris for its quality. Adjacent to the main room and bar is a small library with shelves of books stacked to the ceiling and several smaller chairs, while in the back of the building sumptuous rooms can be rented.
This is La Taverne, where the leaders of France and their hangers-on plan the future of the kingdom.
IC thread for KOTF. No OOC posts, please, and all .org forum rules apply. :bow:
Ramses II CP
07-21-2009, 03:52
Prince Louis enters the tavern quietly, followed by only an abbreviated retinue. With a glance he spots the best table, a wide oval set in the corner furthest from the front door but not too distant from the back door, where one could watch all who enter without being immediately obvious about it. After pointing one of his men towards the bar Louis strides confidently over to that table, which is occupied by an odd collection of Germans, Venetians, and two French merchants having a whisper laden discussion whose pace accelerates as the Prince approaches. At a single imperious gesture from Louis all discussion ends and the men at the table depart with placating bows.
A nervous looking young man from the Prince's retinue, perhaps fourteen years of age, hastily pulls out a cloth and wipes the table clean. Louis then selects a seat which leaves him facing the bar, able to see most of the tavern comfortably. The three remaining members of the party take seats around the Prince's own, as the final member of their group returns from the bar and announces, with relish,
"They have it in stock m'lord. Two bottles. I've ordered both to be sent over."
The Prince's grin is wide now, but still he does not speak, only gestures for the man to take a seat. Patiently Louis waits and thinks,
'Now, let's see who comes to work and who to play...'
:egypt:
Gaetan de Rethel enters, wrapped in his plain brown cloak and hood, and does a quick scan of the tavern and it's unusual level of silence. Approaching the bar with measured foosteps, Gaetan motions to the bartender and begins to speak quietly to him. Although the bartender nor Gaeten actually look in Prince Louis's direction, it appears that is what was discussed - whether in good faith or not, that is only between the bartender and Gaeten.
After sliding a handful of coin to the bartender for a mere two mugs, Gaeten takes a seat were several other soldiers are, and passes one of the mugs to a soldier across from him with a smile on his face, and begins to animatedly discuss...something, for the soldiers table is to far away to be heard clearly from the otherside of the room. Within minutes, laughter echoes from the table as the soldiers and Gaetan begin to engage in song.
OverKnight
07-21-2009, 05:57
Hugues enters the tavern with his servant trailing him. Nodding to Gaetan and tracing a bow to the Duaphin, he takes a table between the two. Reeves brings two glasses and a bottle from the bar. After savoring his first sip, the Duc exclaims to no one in particular:
A good bottle wine of is wonderful, but when is this tourney to begin? How complicated is it to arrange an event where a bunch of men poke sticks at each other?
Reeves coughs and interjects:
Actually Seigneur, the logistics are quite complex. Food and fodder must be arranged for the participants, their mounts and the audience. Besides the actual jousting, there will be music, a baiting or two, an archery competition. . .
Hugues interrupts:
Yes, yes, but they're people for that aren't there? I don't see why it wouldn't take just a day or two to set it all up.
Reeves shows no expression:
Quite so Seigneur.
Gaeten spies Duc Hughes enter, and nods respectfully and with a smile to him. Motioning to the others at the table he would be back, Gaeten made his way over to Hughes.
"My Duc Hughes, interesting to find you here, I see you are anxious for the tourney as well - and good evening Reeves, everything well? You look a bit stressed - care to have some wine, or if you can hold it down, ale?" Motioning to the bartender, Gaeten laid some coin down for the drinks.
"Do not worry about money tonight, everything is on me. I was able to send some men back to the fields yesterday, and sold off the unneeded equipment. Should expect a good harvest this year, so long as it remains peaceful for another few months."
OverKnight
07-21-2009, 06:56
Hugues responds:
Reeves!? Ha, I can assure you his humor is sanguine. He's quite the stoic.
The Duc claps him on the back, causing Reeves to spill the wine he had been about to drink.
That reminds me, be a good fellow and go polish my armor, it has to look grand for the Tourney.
Reeves dabs at his tunic and leaves without comment. Hugues turns his attention back to Gaeten.
Your money is no good here Chevalier. No vassal of mine pays for his drinks while I'm here. Particularly if you're dependent on things staying peaceful for your fortune. You don't get these many nobles in the same place without something warlike coming out of it.
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 07:41
The door bangs open, and immediately there is a peel of trumpets and a deafening noise.
From outside a voice subdues the racket.
"Sweet Jesus that's loud! Girls, get in t’ere, you lot stay out side and keep the riff raff from coming in."
Entering the tavern with a girl under each arm the Duke of Bretagne is dressed casually, however a sword does hang from his side. More young attractive girls follow the young Duke inside.
Grinning widely he scans the interior.
"Alright ladies, spread yourselves liberally about the place and don't be shy, there's a tournament soon and some of these poor fellows may lose a limb or more. Give t’em a treat and be friendly!!
"Ah, my Prince."
A fluid and practised bow is executed.
"Lorraine, good to see you." He nods towards Hugues de Champagne.
"Drinks for everyone!! It's going to be a great summer!!"
OverKnight
07-21-2009, 08:08
Hugues chokes on his wine as the trumpets go off.
Mon Dieu! Duc Alain, is that your retinue or are you invading Paris? Though I must say your "soldiers" are easier on the eye than the average footman. It's a small miracle you made it through English territory with all this.
Tell me, will you be riding that monstrous poodle you have in the Tourney? That thing is immense.
Gaetan is about to object to Duc Hughes, but the loud blaring of trumpets and the boisterous arrival of Alain de Rohan, Gaetan's mouth slammed shut, and he resigned himself to drinking from his glass as he leaned back upon the bar with one arm.
"I thank you for your kindne-" was all he managed to whisper out before being accosted by one of the many women de Rohan had brought with him. Gaetan choked on his wine before swallowing hard and setting it down. The girl grabbed Gaetans hand and slowly pulled him away from the bar. A grin spread across his face as he turned to Duc Hughes.
"You'll forgive me my Duc, it appears a damsel is in distress, and I am never one to backdown." With a giggles from the girl, Gaetan slowly led her to the back of the tavern.
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 08:25
Beaming at everyone in the room.
"Excellent girls you certainly were worth the price."
Taking a seat next to the Duke he continues. Grabbing a girl and placing her on his knee as he sips some wine.
"Lorraine, the trick to getting throug' Englis' territory is simple. Make sure you can drink ale and make sure you 'ave plenty of young ladies with you!
As for my 'ound Madoc, 'e will be with me, but unfortunately I will not be riding 'im this time as my war 'orse would be jealous if I did not use 'im in this tournament!"
Glancing at the departing figure of Gaetan he shouts.
"Gaaeeton!! You dirtee man, make sure you don't break the bed!!"
OverKnight
07-21-2009, 08:44
Hugues smiles
The women I could tolerate, but drinking ale, that is too much to ask.
Hugues leans in a bit.
It seems the Order of the Fleur de Lys is popular, particularly among us Ducs. They will never be at a loss for patrons. Still, I hope that the Order remains free of too much Ducal. . .inteference. Each of us has our own domains to run. I think the Order should be guided by the landless young Knights who make up most of its membership.
What is your view Duc Alain?
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 08:53
Dropping his voice a little.
I was a little surprised by the Order's formation. To be honest, when two of four Duc's joined I studied the charter a little more closely.
Perhaps, we need to come to some agreement between ourselves or we risk impeding it's effectiveness.
He leans back and shouts.
Another round for everyone, and especially the Princes table!! We can 'ave the Duap'iin paying for anyt'ing, that's just not sporting.
He gives the Duc a wink.
Christophe de Perronne had been sitting, silent and unnoticed, in a darkened corner of the tavern. At the mention of the Order of the Fleur de Lys, he spat on the floor.
Can what I hear be true? Have half the men in the realm sworn an oath never to attack an unarmed opponent? HAH! This tournament shall be easier than I imagined. I shall simply batter them all to a pulp with my bare hands. We shall see whether they truly believe in this 'oath' they have sworn.
Gaeten returns to the main room in time to here Christophe de Perronne speak of the Fleur de Lys, and he grins sardonically.
"I'd be wary dear Perronne of speaking of fighting without sword, for with your serpents tongue, you surely are not unarmed - careful that they do not attempt to cut it from you to end the fight quickly and save you proving your 'maniless'."
Christophe grins widely.
You surprise me, Gaeten, I did not expect a member of the Order to reveal their false nature so easily. You threaten to use a sword against a man who fights ony with his fists. Surely that violates the fourth tenet of your oath? Or is it instead that you were simply lying about what you were planning on doing, and thus merely violating the fifth tenet of your oath?
OverKnight
07-21-2009, 13:51
Hugues chuckles.
I never thought about it that way, young Sir. . .uh. . .sir.
You're fighting in the Tourney? With such a devious mind as yours, perhaps you should consider the Law.
Gaetan's face spread wide in mock hurt and shock.
"Why on earth would I hurt you? Did I say that? No, for I know a truly unarmed man when I see him - others however, will not be so careful as the Fluer de Lys."
"And if you wish, I'll use my fists as well during the tournament - that way if I met you early on, I won't break any of part of my oath. Is this agreed?"
A young man entered the tavern. According to the servant girl who had prepared his room, this was the place to be for a young nobleman. He smiled at the memory of the girl. She had been an easy prey for his handsome features.
He heard what the man they called Christophe de Perronne said and he nodded silently in agreement. While he was looking around, he saw the two Dukes and their excellent female companionship.
Contrary to his father's beliefs, he was no fool, so he walked towards the table of these mighty men. He respectfully nodded towards both.
OverKnight
07-21-2009, 14:17
Hugues glances up at the new arrival.
Another Chevalier hungry to prove himself in the Tourney, if I don't miss my guess. Pull up a chair and have some wine, Sir. . .?
Christophe raises an eyebrow.
Ah, Gaetan, now you do make sense! You are saying that for the purposes of 'honor' some men without weapons are to be considered armed based on nothing more than your own personal feelings, regardless of what your 'oaths' may say. I think I understand the Order much better now! Tell me, where are the offices located, for I would like to join this wise group!
Hugues glances up at the new arrival.
Another Chevalier hungry to prove himself in the Tourney, if I don't miss my guess. Pull up a chair and have some wine, Sir. . .?
Thierry de Rochefort is my name, seigneur.
He accepted the goblet of wine and raised it.
"À la votre, seigneurs."
He sipped from the wine and looked at the lovely girl on the knee of Duke Alain.
"It seems like your mighty sword has already found a scabbard for the night, seigneur," he said, a grin on his face.
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 14:29
Tilting his head slightly the young Duke looks concerned.
I do not kiss and tell seigneur de Rocefort. That is one of my rules.
Slapping the girl on hip he pushes her off and leans back on the bench.
Are you T'ierry de Roc'efort by any c'ance?
Thierry watched how the Duke sent the girl away.
He shrugged, clearly not understanding why the Duke would care about rumours involving a peasant girl.
"Yes, I'm Thierry de Rochefort. I believe my father has sent you a letter?"
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 14:52
You believe correctly.
Do you have anything to say?
You believe correctly.
Do you have anything to say?
I don't know the content of that letter, but maybe that's something that should be discussed in private?
Thierry grinned again.
It certainly warrants more discretion than what a noble man does or does not with some peasant girl...
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 15:00
Yes that's probably best. I would not want a brawl erupting 'ere about your conduct.
What I am prepared to say 'ere is that your father asked me to 'ave you serve in my Duchy.
My first t'ought now that I've met you, is if that is also your wish.
What say you de Roc'efort?
Thierry looked at the Duc sitting in front of him.
"My father sent me away for the most silly reasons one could imagine. Sheer idiocy, if you ask me."
Thierry shrugged.
"But I can see the merit in having powerful friends such as you."
Thierry looked around him.
"But there are other powerful men, here."
Thierry stared right into Duke de Rohan's eyes.
"Tell me, Duke, do you care as much about peasants as my father or are you a man who knows how to rule? Would your, for instance, hang all peasants who would dare to challenge your authority or would you show them mercy?"
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 15:33
The crack of his neck indcates a subtle shift in manner. The friendly and humorous blue eyes become icy. His voice takes on an all together different tone.
"If you are asking if I would do what your father described in his letter to me, then the answer is no.
And if you think I'm the powerful friend 'you' think can be useful then you are are sadly mistaken as to what word 'service' means.
I know how to rule and I know when to exert force and when show restraint as the 'case' may warrant.
Peasants are not that 'case'."
His tone reverts.
"So de Roc'efort, perhaps you should try and rodger Madoc over t'ere. I'm very sure he will try to bite your bollocks off, that mig't geve you a more interesting c'allange."
The chest high pink poodle stands at the mention of his name. He looks more than happy to lick a face or walk through a wall, depending on what the Duke wishes.
de Rochefort's latest question draws Christophe de Perronne's attention. He listens quietly but intently, curious to hear the Duke of Bretagne's answer.
[edit]OOC: slow on the draw, pretend that happened before the response.
Ramses II CP
07-21-2009, 15:40
Prince Louis watches the antics at the bar with an ever growing smile. Eventually, after a suitable pause for the more modest looking of the girls the Duke of Bretagne has brought settle out, Louis says something quietly to the thin looking chap who ordered his wine. Immediately the man stands and moves through the crowd, selecting girls of a certain type to bring back to the Prince's table. Four women, all on the tall side with long, dark hair are picked and sent scurrying over to the wide oval by the back door.
Then the assistant pauses to scan the room, eyes finally settling on the youngest of the tavern girls, a nervous looking fresh faced thing who has turned her back to the wall and is watching the proceedings with wide eyes. Rather than approach her, however, he returns to the Prince's side where the fourteen year old page has been standing behind Louis' chair at a position of something like attention. As Louis twists around to wordlessly place something in the boy's palm the thin man whispers in his ear, and then pushes him in the direction of the waif by the wall.
The Prince, with two fetching young girls taking their places on his lap, watches the young boy intently as he hesitantly crosses the room. When one of the girls leans down to whisper in Louis' ear, however, he abruptly spills her from her seat right onto the floor, and roars,
"Duke Alain! These two wenches only speak German! Did you bring spies into my tavern?"
There is an instant's pause across the whole place, but before anyone can speak the Prince continues,
"Bloody good choice if so, I wager I'll be sending their Emperor a few missives by way of these spies' secret pouches tonight!"
Laughing uproariously at his own joke the Prince picks the girl up off the floor and dusts her off rather aggressively, from head to toe.
"By the by lads, there'll be no fighting in the tavern tonight. Take it outside or you'll find yourself facing more than even your liquid courage can equal."
:egypt:
Thierry lifts an eyebrow as he hears the answer of Duke de Rohan.
"It seems like that letter was yet another example of my father's idiocy."
Thierry sighed and looked at de Rohan's poodle.
"I prefer to stick my 'sword' into beautiful girls, you can have your dog, if that's what you like, seigneur," Thierry said, while smiling innocently.
EDIT: as he hears the words of the Prince, Thierry nods in prince Louis' direction.
"My apologies, seigneur, I didn't mean to cause any trouble in your noble presence."
Christophe nods his in deference to the Prince.
As you wish, my Lord, though I doubt that anything the honorable Sir de Rethel could do would even qualify as "fighting."
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 15:46
"Louis, ze German's are goers...I tell you man, they 'ave some impressive skills."
OverKnight
07-21-2009, 16:03
Christophe nods his in deference to the Prince.
As you wish, my Lord, though I doubt that anything the honorable Sir de Rethel could do would even qualify as "fighting."
Hugues smiles
Well Sir. . .Christophe. . .is it? We won't know until the Tourney, and then that's only a shadow of the real thing isn't it? I'm quite interested to see how my man and you fare.
Hugues turns to Louis
Your Highness, are you a betting man?
Gaeten raises an eyebrow to Christophe's comments.
"Are you trying to goad me into an outburst, dear seigneur, by attacking my word? I find it funny that my original assertion the devil blessed your tongue to be quite correct. Not once did I imply that it was okay to attack someone defenseless, but you are willing to step into the tourney, without sword, without lance, without shield, and so that I may not have an advantage over you, would do away with the same things - I could do no less, and nor do I think could anyone of the Fleur de Lys."
"I think, seigneur, where your confusion doth lie, is the degree of separation when to people are considered armed, and the interpretation of the code. You prefer to take it literally, to mischievous ends, where as I take it in spirit. If you wish to continue to take it literally, the Oath requires that I never attack an unarmed foe - it does not say I cannot defend myself from one."
Grabbing hold of a chair and twisting it around so the rear faced towards Christophe, Gaeten sat himself down and rapped his fingers upon the backing of the chair.
"I do so love to match wits with another."
Thierry bursted out in laughter as he was watching the duel of words between Gaetan and Christophe.
Christophe's face widens in an expression of sudden enlightenment.
Good Sir Gaetan, thank you for explaining how it is honorable to take an oath "in spirit." It never occurred to me before that there was such an easy and acceptable excuse for violating one's word. I shall keep that in mind in the future. I expect, of course, that you will be the first to rise to my defense if ever the "spirit" of my actions does not conform to the specifics of my oaths. We will surely be the best of friends!
Gaetan bursts out into bawdy laughter at Christophe's response.
"Oh come now, see, your only objective is to slander - your no fun at all. Your not matching wits, your trying to hide yours behind literalism and shallow reasoning. I would hate to see you upon a battlefield, and I pity any men under your command for such a narrowminded way of thinking. Come now, I am sure you could logically debate the whole charter, instead of dodging."
"Although I must admit, you'd make an absolutely stunning politician."
"If you have anything to say of some value, say it, otherwise, be silent - your souring the mood in the bar with your literalism. Have fun Christophe - here, I will buy you a drink if you want."
Thierry followed the discussion closely.
"Seigneur de Rethel, it is common knowledge that peasants who wish to challenge their rightfull lords' authority, use their tools as weapons. But tools are not really weapons, are they? So rebelling peasants are, in fact, unarmed. And they certainly are unarmed in the so-called spirit of your flowery Order. A peasant in rags carrying a rusty dagger while facing an armoured chevalier, is as much armed as a peasant in rags fighting that same chevalier with his bare hands. "
Thierry smiled at Gaetan.
"So, the members of this flowery Order cannot suppress rebellions, since peasants with rusty daggers cannot be considered armed in the spirit of your rules. If all noblemen would follow the so called "spirit" of your flowery Order, then there would be no more noblemen, since the first rebellious peasant would simply kill all noblemen while they are very busy being very chivalrous by not defending themselves."
Thierry laughed shortly and then stared Gaetan into the eyes.
"It is our God given right to kill rebellious peasant scum, armed or unarmed. Your Order rules are all nice and shiny but it won't work in the real world, seigneur."
Christophe wears an injured expression on his face.
Oh, please do accept my apologies, I did not intend to spoil a good night of drunken whoring. Believe what you will about me, but that is most certainly the truth. Buy me a drink indeed, and let us together raise our glasses in celebration of flexible oaths!
Gaetan rolls his eyes to both Theirry and Christophe.
"Come now gentleman, you truly want to play the game this way? All weapons are items, and as items, they are neither good, nor evil, weapon, nor tool, until a human hand touches them. And thus, it is the intent of the wielder, that determines weapon from tool."
"And yes - I would not attack my own peasantry, nor commoners, until they had moved against me, and I have every right to defend myself, and those in danger. Twist the words however you please, since you will do so anyway."
"And Christophe, don't sound so bitter. You make it sound as if the world had wronged you."
"I see."
Thierry pauses and then speaks again.
"Well, seigneur de Rethel, it seems like you and me are... different. I just hope the principles and the spirit of the flowery Order don't drag our Kingdom down."
Thierry shrugged and turned his eyes towards Christophe de Peronne.
"And it seems like you and me are... similar."
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 16:55
Rolling his eyes Alain.
"My god, can we please end this debate and 'ave a drink. It's like a never ending story!
You!"
Alain points to one of the girls he brought in.
"Go and sit on that man's lap, and trying and stop 'im talking!"
Thierry points at the poodle Madoc.
"And you, go sit on that man's lap (points at Duke de Rohan)."
Thierry laughs.
Gaetan shrugs at Theirry's comments.
"Theirry, you at least have a sense of humor, and can have a drink without remorse - I think there is hope for you yet! I have yet to see the dour faced bureaucrat before me so much as even enjoy himself!"
"Duc Alain! Is there yet more wine to be had? I could use a glass or two!"
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 17:21
Medoc bounds across the room and plants himself squarely on the Dukes lap, knocking him, the table and everyone else onto the floor.
Laughing the Duke shouts.
"Nice work de Roc'efort!
Give this dog some ale, that way 'e can smell the Englis' and kill them."
Thierry laughs loud when he sees the Duke falling on the floor.
While he's laughing, Thierry notices that his handsome features are drawing the attention of several girls in the tavern. A young brunette servant girl in particular catches his eye and he stands up, looking her straight in the eyes.
"Well, gentlemen, if you'll excuse me. The tournament starts early tomorrow and I could use some more exercise."
Thierry leaves the tavern. The brunette girl follows him silently but hardly unnoticed.
Ramses II CP
07-21-2009, 18:34
Prince Louis observes the escalating war of words with a faint grin, all the while freely availing himself of the charms of the lasses on his lap and the libation on his table. When the Duke's dog upsets the table he stands, this time dumping both girls onto the floor, and shouts,
"Ale for the dog the Duke said! Quickly now, and in quantity!"
Turning to the Duke the Prince continues in a wry tone,
"Now then, did you bring a bitch for your beast? Surely you've not turned to English customs already and were planning to share your own with 'em?"
Again Louis roars with laughter at his own joke, and in swinging his arm wide upends one of the half empty wine bottles on his table. The barkeep makes a face as the bottle smashes to the floor, revealing just how precious the contents must have been. Frowning at the mess the Prince calls, in a less pleased voice,
"Boy! Where'd my lad go?"
As a server in the bar moves to wipe up the mess the thin man whispers in the Prince's ear, likely explaining what some others may have noticed already; that the page boy had handed the young girl what the Prince gave him and left with her while the two nobles were engaged in their debate. In an overloud whisper which perhaps indicates that the Prince had begun drinking well before his arrival at the bar he replies,
"Wher... 'ey went? Not supp... 'eave w'out me! ... watch!"
At which point the thin man successfully turns the Prince away from the bar to conceal the remainder of their discussion. The Prince soon returns to his seat with a bemused look, and the girls return to his lap, laughing gently at what they've overheard of the discussion and his roaming hands.
:egypt:
AussieGiant
07-21-2009, 21:06
Straightening himself up the young Duke scowls at Madoc sending it to the corner of the tavern. He then replies.
"There's not need for me to worry about that my Prince. The damn 'ound will rodger anything I tell it too, including Englis'men!"
Cecil XIX
08-05-2009, 07:12
A herald enters La Taverne, bearing the colors of the Duc de Bourgogne
"Let it be known that Duc Raymond de Provence of Bourgogne hereby accepts the challenge issued by Raoul de Châtillon during the Tournement. The Duc also offers to allow the challenger to name the time and place, if he would prefer to do so."
With a bow to La Taverne as a whole, the herald leaves.
deguerra
08-05-2009, 08:55
Duc Raymond, it is an honour. I don't care much for time (OOC: I'm online a fair amount, at least once a day. Tomorrow isn't particularly great for long availability, but on Friday I could be there all day say, if we want to get it over quickly. Keep in mind I'm on eastern Australian time). As to place, I have no preference either. Somewhere with a crowd/
AussieGiant
08-05-2009, 09:06
"ow about the Council Chamber?!"
Thierry enters the tavern and hears the conversation between the noblemen.
Why don't you guys do the fighting in this place? I suggest you both wear a jester uniform and use pitchforks as weapons. It would make for quite a few good laughs to divert us during more serious matters.
Thierry sits down and shakes his head. He calls a waitress and orders a large goblet of water.
deguerra
08-05-2009, 09:18
Raoul gives Thierry a fiery stare. If that was your way of asking for a beating, get in line.
Thierry looks at Raoul and bursts out in laughter.
You can take your chivalrous act and shove it, seigneur. I don't see why I would keep myself busy with playing soldier to impress peasants and some deluded noblemen. But go ahead, if you want. Swing your sword chivalrous. Just make sure you don't hurt yourself in the process.
Thierry laughs again and sips from his goblet.
deguerra
08-05-2009, 09:37
What, you would rather have a bar brawl like a common drunkard? Name the bar, Thierry, and I'll be there to stuff your arrogant mouth.
Thierry laughs again.
Really, dear seigneur, you're hilarious. If you manage to defeat every chevalier in the Royaume and therefore won't find a master to swear an oath to, you should consider a career as jester.
Thierry drinks some more water and then stares at Raoul, an amused expression on his face.
The Romans had duels too, you know. But they were fought by slaves, for the amusement of both the plebs and the nobles. If you insist on acting like a fool to amuse us, then by all means, go ahead. But don't complain if some of us are having a few good laughs at your expense.
Thierry smiles.
You really don't want to reconsider the jester suit and the pitchfork? That's... disappointing.
Thierry laughs once more and takes another sip from his water.
OOC: note: my avatar is drinking water!
deguerra
08-05-2009, 10:33
Raoul walks up to Thiery and looks him in the eye briefly. He grins.
Normally I would bash your loud, arrogant head in for the filth spewing from your dirty mouth...
he turns away, adding:
...but I do not beat children.
As Raoul turns away his head, Thierry grabs his goblet and hits Raoul on the head with a devastating blow. While Raoul, who didn't quite expect this, goes down, Thierry jumps on him and starts to punch the older chevalier, who is bleeding heavily from the back of his head, wherever he can hit him.
EDIT: This is a little co-op with deguerra, for your amusement :bow:
deguerra
08-05-2009, 11:53
Dazed, Raoul tries to fend off the blows from the younger man. Giving off a cry of anger and pain, he rallies his strength and starts fighting back. Despite his injuries, his size and weight pay off and he lays some heavy punches on Thiery as they roll on the tavern floor.
Allthough the fight started well for Thierry, he now started to feel the hard punches from Raoul. A devestating blow splits his lip and another almost breaks his nose. Tasting the blood in his mouth, Thierry realises that he's going to lose this fight.
Using all the strenght that's left in his body, he manages to get on top of the older chevalier and while avoiding yet another punch from the iron fists of his opponent, he manages to pull his dagger and points it at the throat of Raoul.
The older man stops punching and looks at Thierry, angry and clearly disgusted that the younger man lowered himself to this treacherous move.
"Don't move, you :daisy:" Thierry said with a soft voice, his breath rasping.
Raoul moves his right hand.
"Don't you :daisy: move, idiot."
Thierry moves his dagger and puts it right against Raoul's throat.
"Yes, that's what you are, Raoul: a complete moron."
Thierry takes a deep breath and calms down. Grinning, he continues:
"So, how does it feel to be outwitted by a child, old man!"
Thierry spits Raoul in the face and quickly rises on his feet. Before Raoul has the chance to get up, Thierry kicks him in the stomach. While Raoul reaches for his stomach, groaning, Thierry kicks him again, on the back, and again, against his head. Finally satisfied, Thierry puts away his dagger, spits one more time in the direction of his opponent, whipes off the blood on his face and leaves the tavern.
AussieGiant
08-05-2009, 13:32
Observing the proceedings from a corner, a man in plain cloths stays long enough to see if Raoul is seriously injured or not.
Deciding the situation is not too grave he slips out the door.
Marcus Agrippa
08-05-2009, 14:06
Upon entering the tavern Alexandre notices the mess and Thierry who just brushes by at the door looking especialy proud and out of breath.
Well this is definatly the place.
Noblemen wenches and broken glasses.
As he proccedes to the bar Alexandre notices one fine dressed man lying on the floor doubled up with blood dripping from his head.
Thierry what have you don't now.
Shaking his head Alexandre grabs the man and hoists him to his feet and plants him on the nearest chair
Rough night seigneur?
Bar keep a drink and a bandage for my unfortunate friend here!
As the fight breaks out, Christophe de Perronne stops poking at the a wicked bruise on the right side of his face long enough to watch. After it is all over, he walks over and picks up Thierry's goblet, now marred with a large dent, and takes it over to the barkeep. After the goblet has been filled, he raises it in the direction that Thierry left the tavern before draining it in a single gulp and slamming it back down on the counter.
deguerra
08-05-2009, 14:11
Groaning, Raoul slowly pushes himself to his knees. Muttering to himself, he staggers to his feet and addresses the door:
"I like big, fat egos like yours Thierry. When they fall they make more noise. And sometimes they never get up. Mark my words boy, if I catch you down again you'll be lucky if someone can help you to your feet afterwards."
Taking the drink offered by Alexandre, he gulps it down, while giving Christophe a hard look. Straightening himself and adds to the room at large:
"Tell Duc Raymond that I await his reply in my room"
With that, he slowly limps up the stairs.
Ramses II CP
08-05-2009, 14:13
edit: Argh! Beaten to the punch.
:egypt:
Ramses II CP
08-05-2009, 15:02
OOC: Making a second post so this doesn't end up out of order and look odd.
Prince Louis enters the tavern and makes his way to his usual table where a few of his customary companions have already set up shop. They fill him in on the challenge and the brawl that took place, and the Prince commands that any more wine de Châtillon orders this night be put on his tab before announcing more vocally,
"A round for every man here who fought in the tournament barkeep! And make it the good stuff, not that swill you keep for the bloody tourists!"
:egypt:
OverKnight
08-12-2009, 09:22
Stepping around the Innkeeper, who is throwing down sawdust on the pool of blood on the floor, Hugues takes a seat. Grabbing a free drink, he raises his glass to the Dauphin and downs it in one gulp.
Well, no more talk, just have to wait for the results.
Hugues looks around.
Awfully quiet in here. Perhaps this place is getting a bad reputation?
The door of the tavern opens and Thierry enters. He sees Duke de Champagne and nods towards him, a somehow hautain expression on his face.
Seigneur.
Not waiting for Duke de Champagne to respond, Thierry walks further as if the man doesn't exist and orders a goblet of wine. While he's waiting for his goblet, he starts talking to a beautiful waitress. Within minutes she starts giggling.
OverKnight
08-12-2009, 11:05
Hugues shrugs and shifts a bit so that his back is facing a wall.
Thierry sees Duke de Champagne's movement, takes the waitress by her hand and goes to a chair. He sits down and pulls the cute girl on his lap; keeping one eye on Duke de Champagen and one eye and two hands at the impressive bosom in front of him.
Gaetan enters and sees Thierry sitting with the waitress on his lap, and he seems to verge on laughing before subduing it and finding Duc Hughes, whom he bows to respectfully before taking a seat next to him, his good humor quickly breaking into a grin.
"It is good to see you my Duc, have you ordered anything yet? If not, do you mind if I?"
OverKnight
08-12-2009, 13:26
Hugues nods amicably, with three free drinks already in him.
We seem to be drinking on the largesse of the Dauphin, or at least that's what I told the barkeep.
AussieGiant
08-12-2009, 16:46
A man heading out the door suddenly jumps to one side as a now bright yellow Medoc bounds through the entrance.
That signals the beginning of a train of six pageboys and finally Alain. Taking up station on one of the large tressal tables he sits and proceeds to grab a handful of breast and ass of the nearest pageboy. There's a high pitch squeal and a laugh in response from the Duke.
"It seems ze place has gone dead since we started voting.
Are we mourning ze deaz of someone I am unaware of?"
Thierry looks at the Duke and then back at the breasts of the waitress on his lap.
I don't know about the others, but I'm busy with interesting affairs.
He squeezes the bosom of the cute girl and she starts to giggle.
Gaetan nearly chokes on his drink at Thierry's words, forcing him to slam his cup down and cover his mouth.
de Perronne stalks into the Tavern. He barks some orders at the tavernkeep and goes and sits in a dark corner. When his beer arrives, he sits and drinks it alone. Those nearby can hear him mumbling quietly to himself.
...outnumbered 5 to 1, but still expects to gain "bargaining chips"... ...opportunity my arse...
Gaetan, who has been sitting in the back quietly drinking since having relayed the scouts reports to the Order, watches Perronne with a careful eye.
"Dear Perronne, what on earth could possibly trouble you at such a wonderful hour? Drink, and wipe that sour look from your face!"
de Perronne spits on the floor in the direction of de Rethel.
It is telling that you would consider the announcement of treason against the King and war with Empire to be a wonderful hour. Those of us who are loyal vassals have other feelings about the matter.
de Perronne spits on the floor in the direction of de Rethel.
It is telling that you would consider the announcement of treason against the King and war with Empire to be a wonderful hour. Those of us who are loyal vassals have other feelings about the matter.
Gaatan leans in close, his feature made of stone, his eyes cold pits.
"Loyal indeed. Maybe you missed my sarcasm, de Perronne, but I see that instead of being a man of hope, you are a man of despair. I do not care what number the Germans bring, at least I know I will be on the frontlines with my brothers, defending the Royaume with our blood - of you, I cannot say the same, as you sit cozily in Valencia, far from the fighting and next to allies."
"The next time you accuse me of cowardice will be your last, de Rethel."
Gaetan gets up and shrugs, and turns to leave.
"Then it is your problem, de Perronne - I am but stating facts. You will be nowhere near any battle with a German soldier in it, and likely never will. For all your talk about whom the traitors are, it is House Aquitaine who would benefit most from the 5 to 1 odds Lorraine and Burgoune must face. Tell me de Perronne, how are the women and drink in Spain?"
de Perronne's face is red with anger. He is visibly having difficulty controlling himself.
"I have travelled to Spain to fight on the orders of my Lord, the Prince, who is also currently in Spain! If you are calling the heir to France a coward and a traitor, then you will pay with your life!"
de Perronne's face is red with anger. He is visibly having difficulty controlling himself.
"I have travelled to Spain to fight on the orders of my Lord, the Prince, who is also currently in Spain! If you are calling the heir to France a coward and a traitor, then you will pay with your life!"
Gaetan whirls, his face cold, he speech level and devoid, with far to much emotion to even express.
"Is the Prince Lious you speak of King! Is he the Roi, the will of the Royaume manifest! No! He is nothing but a butcher, just like Thierry! A thief, who takes what he wants by force! A bully, who coerces and spits on those he takes from! He is nothing like the King, and I will NEVER swear an oath of loyalty to a man such as him, and will never grovel or fear any man who dares follow him!"
"He is nothing but a coward! A man like him only has loyalty to himself! Mark my words de Perronne, one day you will find yourself on a battlefield, where your courage has not broken and your idiocy has not yet waned, and you will find your beloved Prince fleeing in the other direction as he leaves you to face your fate!"
The rage on de Perronne's face boils over. He rises quickly, flipping over the table and shattering his beer mug against the nearby wall. His hand goes to the hilt of his sword, and he bellows so loud that he can clearly be heard even outside the Tavern.
'I WILL NOT ALLOW THESE INSULTS TO STAND! I DEMAND SATISFACTION BY A DUEL TO THE DEATH!"
Gaetan bows to de Perrone, and speaks calmly, a slight grin across his face.
"As you would de Perronne - I hope you are willing to die for your beliefs, as I am."
de Perronne grips the hilt of his sword so tightly that his knuckles become as white as his face is red. It is clearly all he can do not to attempt to slay de Rethel where he stands.
"Until the date of your execution is set, I suggest you enjoy what little time is left to you in this world. You will receive no mercy under my blade."
With that, de Perronne turns and walks out of the Tavern.
Thierry, who had silently slipped in without being noticed, watches how de Peronne leaves the tavern. Calmly smiling, he turns his head to Gaetan.
What do you have against butchers, Chevalier de Rethel? Maybe others are so idiotic as to release a defeated enemy to give him a chance to come back and fight again, but not me.
So, I'll take the label "butcher" as a compliment and an expression of your deep respect and awe for my superior intellect.
Thierry sips calmly from his goblet.
I take it you are not a butcher?
Thierry shrugs.
That's ok. Not all of us can be smart.
Thierry laughs softly.
Gaetan seats himself, and shrugs at Thierry's words
"A man once defeated, is a man already dead. I do not need to stab a man through his heart to kill him - he will do it himself. I do not need to slake some false sense of superiority upon my opponents blood."
Thierry looks calmly at de Rethel.
A man once defeated, will seek revenge. As will his sons.
And all those who were under his command will seek revenge too. And their sons as well.
Thierry looks calmly at de Rethel.
A man once defeated, will seek revenge. As will his sons.
And all those who were under his command will seek revenge too. And their sons as well.
Gaetan chokes on his wine as he bursts into laughter, hitting his chest hard to stop the coughing.
"Then dear Theirry, you are not winning correctly, and your not fighting correctly. Simple as that, and it's not something one can truly teach - it must be learned."
You're a fool, de Rethel.
Vladimir
08-25-2009, 21:27
De Linars' squire sits in the taverne; his knight hastily gathering provisions and troops in Toulouse. He muses poetically.
*My. Already the cracks are beginning to form. The bloom is off the rose and the petals to dust. Soon the black of east comes and takes away the rest.*
Aware that he staring too intently at the dispute he quietly returns to his drink.
OverKnight
09-06-2009, 19:22
Hugues shuffles into the Tavern. It is obvious he has seen better days.
Barkeep! Some wine and keep it coming. Le Monde's a darker place when sober.
He leans against the bar massaging his temples.
AussieGiant
09-06-2009, 19:42
Alain walks in, spies Hugues, grabs a bottle of wine and takes a seat opposite him.
Raising his eyebrows above the glass he takes a swig and places the glass down hard enough to spill some remaining wine in the glass.
OverKnight
09-06-2009, 19:51
Hugues grimaces at the noise, but nods to Alain.
It seems you were just thrown under the wagon by le Roi, Seneschal.
The Duc raises his glass.
To 15 years of dedicated service.
Hugues drinks deeply.
Hardly seems the way to encourage more candidates, no?
AussieGiant
09-06-2009, 21:49
Alain tilts his head to the side for a moment to consider Hugues words.
It seems zat way.
Although I am trying to work out 'is motive for doing so.
OverKnight
09-07-2009, 05:41
Hugues shrugs while taking a sip of his wine.
The King is the King, and so is above motives.
Having dispensed with a flip comment, Hugues ponders the question.
His Majesty seemed. . .disappointed concerning the failure of negotiations with les Anglais. The King wanted things done. . .just so. . .and it did not happen in exactly that way.
Of course, the timing of the criticism is interesting as well. Is this less about you and more about the next Seneschal, whoever that is? Do the job as his Majesty sees fit, or suffer Royal displeasure?
AussieGiant
09-07-2009, 08:15
Alain grimaces at his words, his age clearly showing through to the older Duc.
With some anguish in his tone he responds.
"I did as 'e instructed, I do not know what else I could 'ave done. I 'ad our Scottish diplomat ride souz and treaty wiz ze English.
I offered Valencia and Caernarvon for Caen and Angers. I was told by our diplomat zat is was considered but in ze end it was not quite good enough. I zen offered ze same terms but wiz ze exact terms ze King advised me. It was met wiz a flat refusal and an end to ze negotiations."
Abruptly Alain stands and walks out.
OverKnight
09-07-2009, 09:26
Hugues shrugs again as Alain departs and returns to his wine.
C'est la vie, mon ami.
OverKnight
09-16-2009, 09:31
Duc Hugues barges into the bar, a look of madness and desperation on his face. He bears down on the bartender.
I need MORE WINE!
The barkeep, fear in his eyes, hands over several bottles. The Duc rips the cork out of one and quickly drains it. He heaves the empty bottle, shattering it against the far wall. He yells to no one in particular.
I'd rather face a thousand Germans bare-assed and armed only with a wooden spoon rather than run in another :daisy: election.
The Duc raises his arms over his head, a bottle in each hand, tilts his head up and screams.
Reeves! This is all your fault!
AussieGiant
09-16-2009, 13:04
Alain makes his way into the tavern, Madoc at his side.
Smiling at Hugues he can not help but laugh out right.
"'ugues, you crazy bastard, it is not ze end of ze world you know.
Alzough it might feel zat way very soon!"
OverKnight
09-16-2009, 13:40
Hugues turns, his speech slurred.
Fin du monde? Fin du monde!? No, this isn't it. That would imply at least a hint of resolution. No this is purgatory! I must have died in battle, and now I am being punished. Scribes! Scribes all around me pushing scrolls into my face.
"Seignuer, I am so sorry, but those last two votes were not properly submitted in triplicate, I am afraid they don't count. . .We must redo the vote because two people changed their minds, so now everyone must have the oppurtunity to change their minds."
I've fought in campaigns shorter than this session!
It's a madhouse! A madhouse!
Hugues resumes drinking.
AussieGiant
09-16-2009, 13:53
Alain takes a seat, grabbing the bottle out of Hugues hand.
He takes a long pull and thrusts it back before the now seriously drunk Duc of Lorraine can comprehend what has happened.
"My poor man, if ze Office of ze Seneschal is 'anded over to you, zen triplicate will seem a small administrative 'ill on ze mountain of merde you will 'ave to climb in ze next few seasons!!"
OverKnight
09-16-2009, 14:23
The comment does not improve Hugues mood. He gibbers incoherently.
Ramses II CP
10-12-2009, 05:11
Prince Louis walks into the bar with his retinue. He is very obviously already well into his cups. In a slur he announces,
"Raise a glass to Baron Wood Lacaze! Toast 'is name and you'll drink on me this night! Th' lads an' I will take our usss... ussss... ujuwal table, send over somefin good barkeep!"
With that he plants himself in his customary spot and starts trading loud, crude, and (surely) physically impossible stories with his men about Yvon's sexual prowess during the Iberian campaign.
:egypt:
The smiling chap that had accompanied Gaetan into the Conseil enters, slides up to the bar and proffers a handful of coin. An low argument quickly breaks out, with the smiling man clearly frustrated, and the barkeep intentionally ignoring the man.
Throwing his hands up into the air, the "smiles" finds himself a seat, and props his legs up on the table, tossing a coin in his hands, and muttering to himself.
Ramses II CP
10-13-2009, 02:01
Prince Louis is too drunk to notice the entrance of de Rethel's man, but one of his retinue has managed to abstain sufficiently to still be paying attention. A thin, calm looking man with a gaunt face approaches the smiling chap and nods before speaking,
"I'm Evrart. Been with the Prince a long time. Having some trouble getting a drink?"
:egypt:
The smiling man nods, and answers with a slight accent.
"Aye - I need something stronger then French wine! Tonight is horrible - both me and Ricardo, kicked out because Gaetan requires some space. Bloody hell, if you ask me, it would have been smarter to just go out for a night and get smashed, but it isn't his way it appears."
"The name is Bartholomew by the way friend."
Ramses II CP
10-14-2009, 03:59
Evrart gestures to the barkeeep. It is a flat, imperious wave of his hand, a command, ending in the direction of the Prince. The bartender's eyes widen slightly, and he makes a sort of bow. Evrart speaks,
"Anything he has in stock is at your disposal now. The Prince strongly agrees with you I think, only he puts the step of smashing something ahead of getting smashed. In this case the English were the ones torn apart."
Evrart pauses a moment and his eyes unfocus in thought as he continues in a musing tone,
"Half of them spoke French you know. Might've been born Franks even, but they marched under William's banner and that was enough for the Prince, so we cut them. Not a lot, just enough so they'd hope it was all. Then..."
Evrart shakes his head at the memory,
"Wooosh. Off the edge. Screaming, begging, pleading, crying, every sound you could imagine, and they didn't stop after we threw them. Some went begging into the rocks at the bottom, and all the while Louis roared his challenges at them and screamed his fury into the skies. He never looked away, never flinched as they fell."
His eyes return to their focus and his gaze takes on a haunted look,
"Whatever strong drink you're having I'll have the same. The Prince is buying anyway."
:egypt:
Ibn-Khaldun
10-17-2009, 16:01
Charles enters the Tavern and quietly takes a seat behind one of the tables. He waves with his hand and pretty servant girl brings him wine..
Ibn-Khaldun
10-22-2009, 19:26
Being happy with the voting results or should he say "vetoing results" Charles takes a sip of his wine....
Barthelemy swaggers into the room, smiling broadly at everyone
A toast, my good ladies and gentlemen, a toast! After years of training I have been given command of men, for the glory of France and the damnation of our enemies! I say, it is a day to celebrate. Drinks for everyone!
Barthelemy looks around, noting the complete lack of nobility in the patrons, then stands up at his bench and speaks loudly.
Messieurs et mesdames, have any of you noticed the gender of the royal progeny? *he points his finger in staccato fashion at the patrons milling about as he continues* Fille, fille, fille, fille, fille, fille, fille!
Barthelemy guffaws loudly, and a few of the patrons also join in the laugh. Others look around nervously. Barthelemy takes a drink, and sits down. He wipes something from his eye, then confides in his table-mates.
Prince Louis has nearly gone to seed, so let us hope that Henri or Charles have a little more where it counts!
Cultured Drizzt fan
11-06-2009, 21:41
Micheal D'Anjou slips into the tavern as Barthelemy speaks, Taking a seat beside him. He smiles wickedly
If you weren't so drunk I would probably have to take offense at your talk of my lord.
Micheal Playfully jabs him in the ribs
You see Prince Loius has more than enough sons, They just are not with the right women! Ask around in Spain and you will see just how fertile our prince is!
Micheal shakes his head Leaning in closer
If you ask me it his bloody wife who is at fault here, probably been told by her parents to keep him from having any sons. Bloody Spanish probably want to cause a succession crisis.
Barthelemy laughs uproariously at the Spanish sons jest, then quiets and nods thoughtfully as Micheal speaks of the princess. Then he leans back a little unsteadily, takes a swig from a wooden cup, and waves his free hand vigourously.
You have a point there, my Lord. Why in heaven's name doesn't he just drop the whole thing - that whole Spanish... thing - and go fight the Germans with his brother? Get him, Henri, Charles, blast even Phillippe! Get the whole family together and bash some heads that need the bashing!
The Moors... *Barthelemy scrunches up his face as if smelling something bad* ...they aren't worth the trouble.
Cultured Drizzt fan
11-06-2009, 22:35
He does not drop it because he is the only one who can save Spain from the heathens. I do not want to get in a pissing match on what war is more important. All I want to say is that without us intervening in Spain the Moors might have engulfed Europe. If not him then who would have stopped them? One can not dispute that he has accomplished much in Spain, And with far less resources than the German wars is getting. He has made the Muslims pay, dearly. And as a Good Cristian I can not find it in my heart to say that that is a waste of time. I agree with what he is doing in Spain, it is part of the reason I joined House Aquitaine.
Micheal smirks
Although one can not dispute the monetary rewards of intervening against the moors. Louis has been given a kings ransom twice over for the Moorish kings, and that money has more than payed for the campaign as well as giving paying for its fair share of the Germans war as well.
.... And the land is rich as well. I am not going to deny that. As a Baron of a Spanish province I am not going to say that the Moorish war has not been kind to the house of Aquitaine. But We have done it all with scant resources, and payed more than our fair share to the German war, past that point how much is expected of us?
Micheal sighs
But now I am just rambling. It is all this waiting around. I need a good fight. Pity there has not been any tourneys ehh?
Barthelemy listens quietly, looks into his glass, and sets it down firmly.
You have given me much to think about, my Lord. I think I am probably too drunk to make much sense of what you said right now, but I think I will go write it down so I remember.
Barthelemy nods to himself, belches loudly, and sniffles a few times. He then gets up a bit clumsily, salutes Micheal, and then bows with a surprising fluidity.
You've obviously seen much more action than I, and so I respect your opinion more than my own. I shall look to find you here again so we can continue this conversation when I am... a bit more...
He sways, and hastily exits with as much dignity as he can muster.
Cultured Drizzt fan
11-06-2009, 22:53
Micheal laughs heartily, Calling out
I look forward to it
He shook his head and turned and walked to the bartender
I want whatever he was drinking
Micheal smiled widely
A small group of men enter the tavern, each of them visibly armoured. The manager of the establishment has seen enough nobles to know that they are newcomers to the tavern and that one of the men, a giant compared to others and seemingly to be the leader, looked quite disgruntled.
Eager to placate potential customers, the barman hurried over to the group which huddled around one of the larger tables, and managed to snatch snippets of the conversation, seemingly about the Conseil and something about a city called Staufen.
"Welcome, noble sirs. Would you like something to drink?"
"No thank you." Replied the hulk in an annoyed tone, confirming the barman's suspicion that he is the leader of this group of warriors. "A stool and a table is enough for us."
"Are you sure, my lord? Not even a cup of wine to toast Baron de la Salle's victory?" The patrons on the table next to them heard this, and promptly stood up and toasted Villain for the heroic victory and proceeded to boast that they would be travelling to Frankfurt to join his army, if they could remember this in the morning of course. This quickly spread across the tavern, and soon the Tavern was filled with cries of "For Franconian wine!", "God shave shir Villain!" and many other drunken exclamations.
The noble seems visibly cheered by this: "Well... if it is for Sir de la Salle... bring me the finest Franconian wine you have."
Ibn-Khaldun
11-06-2009, 23:51
Hearing the name "de la Salle" Charles stands up..
Well.. isn't that my .. "son" .. who finally got here?
Charles laughs..
Come here.. he waves with his hand.. My table is your table and my wine is your wine!!!
Ignoring the few patrons who was sober enough to realise that their hero was actually amongst them, Villain left his men and moved over to Prince Charles' table.
"Why, thank you, 'father'... Or should I instead congratulate you on your new Duchy, my Prince?" Villain muttered bitterly; Franconian wine is weaker than he remembered, and does not seem to alleviate his foul mood.
Ibn-Khaldun
11-07-2009, 00:11
Huh.. It's too early to talk about "my Duchy"!
Council have to agree with that during the next session but as long as Philip is the king...
Charles sighs...
Duncan De Gant enters the Tavern. He is in his late 20’s, clean shaven, as tall as Villain but of much slighter build. He wears only a maile vest which is visible under his cloak but is armed as most men with dagger and sword. On approaching the bar he addresses the barkeep in his clear Anglo-saxon accent.
Might you have some mead my man?
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