Lyuin

Hugh curses under his breath. Bloody Pirates, he had not expected that a night in. The voyage wasn't even a few days in and he'd danced with a Tyrell, found out the captain had been poisoned and was now dealing with bloody pirates! Taking several deep breaths, he forced himself to remain calm and keep a cold calculative face. After-all it was time he tested his mettle. He glanced to Ramyr, as he made his way to the side of the ship. He couldn't afford to trust that one at that time but he wanted to think the man hadn't simply murdered the captain. Then he thought to himself about the fact he was becoming already too involved in his epic. In fact, he probably wouldn't finish it if he had a crossbow discharged in his face by a pirate in due course. He backed off from the first row of sailors taking several steps back and drawing his longsword. He watched the pirate vessels grow larger, he could swear he could make out the leering faces of the enemy. ​He yelled to Jonathan "Shall I give a war-song to inspire the men?"

Hugh is suddenly shunted towards the centre of the top-deck. An ugly accusing scowl sits on the sailor's face and Hugh quickly decides that making a jest would only worsen the situation. Slowly he glances towards Ellessa giving a curt nod before hastily making his way to the centre of the deck. He glances at Jonathan and states "If you don't mind me asking, why are we all here?"

Hugh chuckled lightly at the comment as if contemplating what to do next when he heard Rickard's booming voice asking him to play a song. He grinned as the man went into song and whispered Ellessa "Seems a friend of ours wishes for a song." With that he carefully lifts her off him and slides from the wall, his eyes searching for his violin. Finding it, he picks it up, tucks it under his chin and lifts the bow. Giving a broad stroke of the bow across each string to check the remain in tune before he curtly nods. From that lyric he remembers the music he must play and joins in laughing lightly as the song progresses. The wind causing his hair whip backwards. However his mind can't help but notice the tension on the boat. The same tension that made him feel the need to carry around a sword. Either someone wasn't to be trusted or truly the sellswords expected the worst...

Hugh felt his footwork become increasingly worse during the dance as it sped up, as he sung he gathered his wits deciding to fin an escape from absolute embarassment. He caught her wrist aoftly as she drew a finger down his chest and froze, a smile appearing on his features. "Seems you just as elegant of a dancer as stars are in the night sky...Tis a beautiful eve is it not?"

He flushed red for a moment, his eyes captivated by her's. "Is it that obvious I am an amateur in the arts of dance?" He chuckled lightly taking in the dusk for a moment and gazing at the sky. "I'd be honoured to sing alongside you m'lady. Yet if the hour grows late or this deck has an unpleasant draft you should say, though I trust you shall." He smiles again.

Hugh followed her lead, expecting his own footwork to fail him but it was not the case. Whilst not matching the elegance the lady was showing he tried his best. Then he heard her name and froze for the slightest moment, his features quickly putting on a light smile "m'lady, I didn't expect to be dancing with a Tyrell or one with such elegance at that. My name is Hugh Raelthon." He looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Ah your voice is truly as beautiful as your face." Hugh smiles lightly before lightly taking the hand. "May I have the honour of knowing your name?"

Laughs at the comment. "Aye I'm sure these 'modern ships' do have these so called 'ladders' or perhaps a staircase." Glancing around he quickly tries to remember the one he had used earlier when changing. He begins reciting directions in his head before he begins a brisk walk towards the direction of the staircase. He quickly notes it and the change in light. He blinks several times before placing violin and the instrument's bow under one arm before planting one foot after the other and slowly making way to the steps. "Will be nice to finally make your acquaintance m'lady."

Hearing her reply, he laughs lightly. "M'lady, you may be a tad disappointed, I'm a bard and my finest talent is my voice but thank you for the compliment. " With that he makes his way towards the wooden boarding where he heard the voice and states at reasonable level "Now I fear I'm the one talking to wooden planking." He quickly pauses, place the violin between his chin and neck and uses his left hand to sweep back his hair.

As Hugh begins making his way through the lower decks, chainmail clinking softly in rhythm with his footsteps on the wooden floor, he hears a voice in song. The final few lyrics reach his ears and he smiles recognising the song and raises his voice aloud so the singer may hear him. "Beautiful song m'lady." With that, checks his sword again before tuning his violin and plucking the strings several times for reassurance.

Uneasily Hugh registers one of the party-members examining a new longbow. He warily lowers his fiddle for a moment, stands and looks into an open topped crate of his nearby. Inside he notes the scabbard that held his longsword and another that held a dirk, both steel. He hoped he didn't need to use either of them...after all a bard shouldn't be too involved in his own song. He paused for a moment before cautiously reaching into the crate and lifting the longsword and dirk. He went to the second crate and lifted several piles of clothing before finding his neatly folded chainmail hauberk and studded leather gambeson, he slings them over his shoulder grunting with the effort and begins making his way below decks so he can change.

With a pack over one shoulder and a few hired hands carrying other provisions including but not limited to parchment, ale and clothing slowly make there way onto the boat. He thanks them and pays them hastily before waving them off the boat making a couple of light-hearted jests. He sits on the crate containing some of his provisions and begins drumming a rhythm against the side of the crate before beginning to sing a less known Sea Shanty. Ooooh, A captain's life seems elegant With far more booze than regiment. He's required to provide For all the crew aboard. When provisions are running short, And if the ship is far from port, The Cap himself must sacrifice For all the crew aboard. There's no rum in the captain's barrel... (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsUJWg-uvlY << Actual song. Try to imagine it in a less modern way but with the same driving rhythm :P ))

Hugh tapped his foot impatiently. He had been counting his tapping for the last hour or so. Still he had lost count at 1369 when he was interrupted by a gold-cloak asking about his constant loitering. Hugh of course had met the man with a smile and quickly explained the situation. As the watchman left, he watched him for a moment before he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder. "Armour and sword needed little work. Thought I'd give you a new ringmail shirt, you'll need more than boiled leather out there." Hugh chuckled and raised an eyebrow before stating. "Why my friend, I plan only to write a tune, it is against the custom for a bard to be too involved in his own tale!" Arrion furrowed his eyebrows laden with sweat and soot. "Aye but I know where you're goin' and from what I've heard it isn't pretty." He shrugs before nodding "Good luck Hugh. Don't die." Hugh chuckled at the warning "I'll be fine my friend, back before supper." With that he headed towards the docks for a look at this 'Pink Maiden'

As Hugh wanders around the streets, he takes in the sights and smells. He dully notes the smells mostly consist of manure and dirt, the sights however are far more enjoyable and he pauses a moment to ponder on the first verse of his 'epic' when suddenly he hears a hushed voice. "Over here." Warily he turns to the voice his eyes falling upon the large figure of his blacksmith friend Arrion. Hugh grins raising a hand in greeting. "Hail friend, just the man I was looking for...I need my armour checked." Arrion pauses for a moment before letting out a chuckle mixed with a cough. "Another bloody epic eh? Well I'll do your armour up, just don't come back with it dented." With that Hugh wanders follows the blacksmith, preparing for his adventure ahead.

Hugh eventually tires of the songs and tunes, deciding he should finish equipping himself for the journey ahead. With that he leaves . (Sorry had to be done by mobile, won't be able to participate for several hours. By all extensive means Hugh would join and meet the group.)

Hugh Raelthon takes the gold, rolling the dragons between his fingers before burying them in his belt. He nods his thanks and chuckles at Rickard's comment before vaulting onto a bench near where he lifts his fiddle and raises his voice and states in a mockery of a grand voice "Now I shall treat you all with a masterpiece, a favourite of a certain king!" He raises his bow and his voice and begins to sing a cask of ale whilst playing a tune to accompany it.

Characters Name: Hugh Raelthon Gender: Male Appearance: Standing at 5'9, Hugh Raelthon has fair skin, swept back auburn hair and stubble. He has gaunt features and several scars upon his face. His eyes are an ice-blue. Type of Person (Examples being Knight, Lord, Peasant, Woodsmen): Bard-Plays the Fiddle. (Thought we could use some MUSIC!) Reason for accepting contract: As explained by his biography Hugh has accepted the contract mainly due to the fact he wishes to write a song for the events that shall take place during the adventure. In simple terms, he wishes for the fame and glory. Short Biography (optional): Hugh was born in the Riverlands and even from a young age aspired to tell tales of great deeds and epic battles. After receiving both musical and swordsmanship training, he left home and began to wander from city to city with whatever company he could find. Whether that be sellswords or merchants. With the possibility of theft and murder on the roads, Hugh had to defend himself several times and quickly became a man who experienced danger regularly. After hearing about the contract, Hugh is ready to seek his fame and with it his steel, wits and mettle shall be tested.

Wait so if the capitals are so close won't the number of people being jumped by the Aegis 'Mina or your life' thugs increase? (Due to the increase in traffic on the roads at one time because of shorter travel distances.)

Huwel tugs on his hood, pulling it down from his head to examine a piece of parchment with the crudely drawn lightning bolt on it. He pauses, his face forming a scowl and his eyes becoming cold. He glimpses around briefly registering the scattered parchment with the same symbol scrawled upon their surfaces. He sighs before his gloved hand closes into a fist crumpling the parchment in his hand. Turning hastily on the spot he quickly forces the parchment into his coat's pocket before lurching forward towards the road, damaged boots crushing dirt under foot. He grunts before he mumbles in a voice that drips with sarcasm"Fantastic." ~

A simple package is left outside the Delver's gates. It is wrapped in simple parchment and clumsily tied with tea-stained woolen string. A label sticks out from a fold in the paper's wrapping. It reads: "For Drake...from Huwel." In smaller writing it has written. "No, it is not an exploding kitten launcher. Happy birthday." Upon unwrapping it Drake would find a black-coat with white-trimmings and a simple grey shirt. (Skiiiin) In the distance a figure pulls up his hood to shield him from the rain before grumbling about the walk and disappearing into the treeline. The squelch of leather sole on trampled grass hidden by the rush of the river. (And for added edginess and because Smoke added a GIF. A kitten explodes somewhere. )

*Huwel Adaelson marches up to the spike, yanks it out of the ground and marches back into the base before yelling* "That's called inviting death-threats. What happens if the sod who they killed see's this? Malin knows this man probably can think better without his head than you can with yours on!" *With that he marches into the base and adds "And' we'll be mounting it somewhere personal."

(( My fair Mali. ))

*The application has some parchment attached to the bottom of it with a hastily stamped wax stamp* "Accepted. Welcome to the Delvers Miss Dawnsworn"

Huwel stares at the poster for a moment before a wolfish grin splits upon his gaunt features. He takes a quill out from behind his ear and begins searching various pouches for a bottle of ink. He then proceeds to write: "A goggle lense?"