Just Another Day in Arethor

[Tsuyose 3285]

Adorellan chuckles quietly, turning around he leans down, kissing Elizabeth's head. "I'll speak with you later." He sighs, looking towards the tavern he begins to walk inside, and orders a drink of ale, once ordered he walks outside, and sits down, sipping the ale.

[argonian 14254]

After finishing his vodka, Thomas gets up and goes outside. He leans against the wall of the tavern and watches the people of Arethor pass by, guessing what they might be doing.

[ayresalex 517]

Aedric Ulfhaedyn and all of his men line one corner of a tavern, swinging back ale, jesting, and yelling. Aedric shouts abovr the rest,

"Darkies are only better at one thing than northerners!"

"An' what might that be, Aedric?" One man shouts back.

"Dying!"

Howls of approval and laughter resound throughout the tavern. They slowly all begin into a song,

"Ninety-nine dark elves head on the wall! Ninety-nine dark elves heads! You take one down! Throw it around! Ninety-eight dark elf heads on the walls!"

[MetaSolaray 242]

Redemption

Having always wondered, deep in his troubled heart, how do you harm a man who walks towards Death's door. Meta's movement into the city of Arethor's gate had his usual pace of controlled accurate motion, yet his eyes underneath his now midnight black bangs seemed to pierce the object of their vision. Every day was now a great living blessing, for another day to others, was a gift that he lived to see his family once more. It was in the distance that he caught sight of a familiar face, a man he had seen a few times...as the man leaves to go to the ale house. As this wasn't his cup of tea, he perferred to stay outside in the fountain area.

So Resia, midnight black would draw less attention, somehow I don't think that works. Chuckling softly at this idea, gripping at his increasing longer hair, which last he had seen was slightly beneath his waist at this point. Very few people ever asked why he kept it so long, and even fewer knew why. It wasn't something he tried to hide, it was rather something he tried to forget. Yet here and now, in the city of humans there was only one thing to do. His movements determined he walked to the fountain area that was in front of the gate, trying to find an open spot and simply sit upon it, staring at the entrance, his eyes gazing outward to watch the going on about the city.

[ayresalex 517]

[[To set the mood]]

[Stevie 1598]

Several men trump into the tavern, already laughing loudly as they throw open the doors, heading for an empty booth to seat the six men. Some bob their heads to the upbeat and entertaining music, one even clapping his hands and calling praise to the troubadours playing such tunes. They wear a mixture of mail and plate, and a red surcoat emblazoned with a white rose is adorned. They all shuffle into a booth as the head of the group, one with a beard compared to the Dwarves, calls the Bartender for several mugs of ale. Small jokes and insults are given to each other, and a jitter of life and joy is seen in the men. The mugs are brought to the table by a stocky barmaid carrying them on a wooden platter, and several of the men give her interested eyes; not all of them focusing on her face. She slides them across the table and gives a cold stare to one of the men foolish enough to compliment her wonderful, but altogether common dress. With a buzz of jeering from his comrades, he leans back and resigns his efforts on the barmaid, all while the largely bearded man slaps the table a bit to call their attention.

"Alright, alright lads, calm yer cawks... I've got an old story to tell ye..."

Most of the men smile with interest, all save one, who's swore he heard it at least seven times.

"It's about the peasants of Mireton. Vel told it to me."

The bearded leader clears his throat, leaning forward as he begins to speak to the men, all attentive, despite one's protest.

"It was durin' that great war wiff Solace. In the face of possible disaster, they tried to draft entire villages in Pruvia. Half the serfs knew before an' fled into the woods, but the rest were pressed into service. The Count says, ' These are pansies, not soldiers... but we'll 'ave to make due wiff 'em! We'll put them up front, let the cavalry run them over, MAYBE it'll loosen momentum.' "

Several of the men snicker at the thought, the bearded man soon continuing.

"So, the battle was on, terrible losses on the left flank, they almost broke our ranks... The serfs dropped their pikes an' ran to the Archer's corpses..."

One of the soldiers asks, "Did they start lootin'?"

The bearded man barks at him, "Listen! They picked up the bows an' shot at the enemy! I tell you... each shot met a dead man!"

One other soldiers nods, commenting with some realization, "Ahhh... those were the serfs from Mireton."

The bearded man finishes, nodding and smiling, "Exactleh! Poachin' is in their blood!"

[Altiak 1648]

Jason takes a seat among his fellow Roses, across from his leader Thomas Chivay. He chuckles as several humorous remarks and insults are shared.

Jason then nods in a thanking gesture as the barmaid slides a mug of ale his way.

Taking a gulp of the alcohol, Jason leans back against the chair, relaxing. He listens attentively as Thomas starts his story, grinning at the end.

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.