La Taverne (KOTF IC Thread)

**ULC** · 10-13-2009, 19:50

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."

**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....

**Tamur** · 11-06-2009, 02:14

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!

**Tamur** · 11-06-2009, 20:29

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.