Post by mairi on Jun 8, 2008 14:21:27 GMT -6
11:30] Pride of Eireann: Carrick was sitting in the Golden Harp Tavern--a very rustic, homey feeling was about the place for any who might call themselves Irish for true. The center of the tavern featured a circular fire pit, and a permanent chair for any resident bard, or bard that might be passing through. The walls were plain and simple, but built in the manner of a cottage, and the roof featured an opening for the exhaust of the smoke from the fire. The bar, inlaid with blackthorn wood commonly used to construct the shillelagh,
[11:32] Pride of Eireann: featured a young man tending bar. The servers were typically wenches--they didn't solicit the men, but that didn't mean they weren't taking offers. Carrick rested his shield against the table as he sat, ensuring a seat was left empty for Jack. He was not painted as he did not expect to fight today, but the man was ever-prepared. He ignored all advances of women, his mind only one one in particular, in a land far away. (d)
[11:35] CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman was whistling a jaunty, and no doubt nationalistic, tune as he made his way into the Golden Harp. Once he saw Carrick, Jack smiled and raised a hand in greeting before heading over toward him. After their parting, Jack had gone off to see that the recovered Dunluce stone was safely loaded aboard the Lagan -- ready for the return trip to Skye. The Irishman slowly looked about the bar, nodding is head quietly, "Ye've got a good bar 'ere, Carrick. Ya dae indeed."And with that, the Irishman sat
[11:37] CaptainJackFlynn: himself down opposite Carrick, before placing is order for a nice stout whiskey. Then he reclined in his chair, removing is pipe and pipe tobacco. As he began packing his pipe, he murmured, "Dae ye be knowin' where I can be gettin' some tartan cloth? Lookin' fer tha tartans o' the O'Briens an' tha one fer Ulster." (d)
[11:51] Pride of Eireann: "Aye," Carrick replied. The man was already drinking whiskey himself, and eating some bread for his breakfast. "Aileen Duffy an' Rosalyn Atteford used to spin an' sell it, but they've both been killed, no doubt that bein' part o' the reason why. Ye can find it now in the marketplace--which has unfortunately gotten smaller in the past year. There's only one cloth vendor there regularly, an' ye'll have to convince him to sell it to ye. I'm sure yer painted body will convince him well enough." He pointed to Jack's chest, finding the man
[11:54] Pride of Eireann: rather agreeable. "The people are beginning to doubt that Mairi's still alive. Been a while since they've seen her, but rumor is truth that she's off raisin' an army I see." As if on cue, Father Declan arrived in the establishment, and the tender immediately began pouring the holy man a glass of meade. "Father," the young man at the bar greeted. He hadn't charged Carrick, Jack, or Declan for the drinks. It was custom that such leaders were never charged, and the Ceannfort saw to it that arrangements were made to continue this. The revenue that the tavern and inn did generate, however, also went to the defenses of Ulster. "A lot of the money from this place goes, ye know, back into it" Carrick explained,
[11:54] Pride of Eireann: raising a brow. "We still work efficiently with funding, just don't have the men or arms to take the place and hold it," he lowered his voice as the priest joined the other men, a concerned look on his face as he drank the meade somewhat eagerly. (d)
[11:58] CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman nodded his head quietly, at hearing the sad story of the tartanmarkes. There was a pause, "Duffy, ye say?" He took good swig of his whiskey, "Tha Duffys continue ta serve their Ceannfort e'en after death, it seems." He would then relate the story to Carrick of the failed attempt to steal the keys from a English goaler
[12:02] CaptainJackFlynn: and how he and Mairi had hidden out in the Duffy place until it was safe to be moving on again. There was a small smile when Carrick mentioned his painted body, "T'was a reason ta get me body painted sides from it being sae plane ta show where me loyalty an' love lies..... figure it saved me 'bout ten arguments from yer sister as well." Then the topics turn to war, "Sad ta say, tis more a fleet than anythin'. We 'ave been talkin' wit' tha Duke an' Duchess o' Skye an' secured tha use of their fleet.
[12:04] CaptainJackFlynn: Sadly, tha' lands o' the Griffin 'ave been fraught wit' civil war o' late.... sae, any fightin' upon land which'll hinge upon tha Norwegian, Bavarian, an' Burgundian mercenaries we 'ave secured." He shifted just a touch, moving closer to Carrick, "Which'll be where ye an' tha good Fat'er come in. We be expectin'
[12:07] CaptainJackFlynn: ye ta be rousin' up tha militas an' mount insurrection from wit'in. Cut off tha Anglish supply lines an' such, when tha time comes. Tha fleet o' Skye'll block tha waters, an' we'll invade at (insert place in Ulster that is closest to Skye), an' gae from there." The Irishman leaned back quietly, looking up at the Fat'er. The Irishman did his best to keep from smiling as he said, "G'afternoon ta ye, Fat'er. Look as though ye 'ave seen a ghost." (d)
[12:10] Pride of Eireann: Carrick nodded in agreement, taking strict mental note. "We can afford to do this, but we've no way of acquirin' more arms. We're under watch, fer makin' swords and such now. Do ye know where we can get more weaponry to arm the men?" Declan simply nodded at this, agreeing with talk of a rebellion. "I'll hold a St. Mary's service on that day, which we do once per fortnight. The women and children will mostly be in the church, unless they are the fightin' types..." and then he addressed Jack's question, clasping his
[12:13] Pride of Eireann: hands around his cup. This was a good meeting ground, as all three men felt comfortable here. "My flock panics over talk of a fey army," he cast a suspicious look towards Flynn. "Some wish to join, and say the spirits are here to eradicate the English from our lands. I've no qualm with legends..." he began... "or our heritage," Carrick inserted and let his brother go on, "But
[12:15] Pride of Eireann: I can't have people in panic. I can't say how the English are reacting as few feel welcome in my church." It was clear that Declan was attempting to galvanize his congregation to thinking of the patriotic cause as a religious right--the seed to further passion in Irish Catholicism for centuries to come. (d)
[12:19] CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman had the perfect face for a liar. Aside from his comment about seeing a ghost, the Irishman betrayed nothing else about his part in starting the rumor of the fae armies. He did smile, of course, secretly. He wondered what Mairi would say to Jack's spreading the fear of the Unseelie army readying. Careful to keep his voice neutral, Jack said, "Sure, Fat'er only those o' yer flock tha' are wit' tha Anglish 'ave needs ta be panickin' iffen there tis a fae army bein' mustered. An' I am sure tha'
[12:22] CaptainJackFlynn: those tha' are anxious ta be joinin' tha fae armies'll fine 'em in tha most ancient o' groves." Jack looked over at Carrick, "Dun ye think so?" That, however, was a pointed question. Jack was expecting Carrick and his merry band to take on the guise of the fae and continue to spread fear through the English and any of the English loving Irish amongst those in Ulster. Then he shrugged, "An' I be sure tha' e'en a fae army needs time ta be musterin' it's full strength." Then he turned to more mortal concerns
[12:24] CaptainJackFlynn: "As fer yer lack o' arms, I am certain' tha' there tis a great number o' surplus war goods in Skye, I shall be daein' what I can ta see tha' they are sent 'ere." Jack smiled softly, seeing something behind Carrick. "Fat'er, ye know tha' woman tha tis makin' such lovin' gazes at Carrick?" Mun is think it's a loyal Irish servant in Dunluce. (d)
[12:29] Pride of Eireann: Carrick ignored talk of the woman behind him, but nodded in agreement with what was proposed tacitly about the army. "Aye, this can be done. I agree such an army will be found in the grove." It was settled then, and he drank. Declan simply shook his head--he might disagree with the tactic, think of it as meddling with his God, but it had to be done and he would not interfere. Declan nodded at the woman behind Carrick. "Been trying to save her soul more than once, but she's as committed to the old as my brother and sister...what of
[12:29] Pride of Eireann: her?" he asked. He looked stressed--and to prove it, he finished off his drink. Carrick, however, grinned eagerly. This was to be his moment. (d0
[13:37] CaptainJackFlynn: No doubt, Father Declan would need a bit more prodding so that Jack could get the needed information. There was a quiet shift, a smile, once he found out what the woman did. "Sae she works in Dunluce, aye?" A loyal woman, in the old ways? There was a soft clearing of his throat, "Carrick, whyn't ye go make nice wit' tha pretty lady?" There was a soft bit of laughter, "I think tha' she 'as actually been makin' such lovey eyes at me.... but yer sister t'would surely skin me 'live iffen I talked ta her."
[13:41] CaptainJackFlynn: There was a smile, before he clapped Father Declan on the should, "As fer tha Fat'er an' I, we 'ave a need ta be goin' an' seein a fabric maker." Once Declan was ahead of him, the Irishman paused, and said quietly, "Ya be a gentle man 'bout this, dae nae just dae this fling an' leave 'er.... needs ta be long, an' ye need ta be kind when ye break it." Jack shot Carrick a look. Having an insider in Dunluce would not only secure the Tara brooch -- but also allow for the gates to open, when the Irish armies
[13:42] CaptainJackFlynn: closed on Dunluce for the final assault. Imagine the look upon the English faces: they have a strong fortified postion, surely the Irish armies couldn't get through. Only to find the gates opened, and the Irish armies charging in. (d)
[13:46] Pride of Eireann: One disappointment had been just that--the buildling of the gates, which was entirely of English doing. It had saddened Mairi in particular to watch that progress. Carrick frowned in response. "Nay, friend...I've similar committments. I leave it to ye...I won't tell me sister." Declan, who had finished his
[13:47] Pride of Eireann: meade, was already standing, ready to see the fabric maker before his church matters needed attending. Carrick wouldn't so much as look at the woman; he was feeling guilt and heartache, the expression of which was usually in form of killing the English, which he hadn't yet done today. It was getting to be about that time, actually.
[13:52] Pride of Eireann: Carrick and Jack, at that point, both turned to Declan. Declan, of course, saw it as an opportunity to save the woman's soul. "It's to me, then," he said, walking back towards t he woman, much to Carrick's surprise. She seemed taken aback by Declan approaching her, but soon the pair was sitting at a table. "He's a patriot, I'll give him that," Carrick grinned, looking back to Jack. Declan was uneasy with the flirtation the woman presented--
[13:54] Pride of Eireann: she found him a challenge, of course. He had known some priests who took wives and others who did not. Declan himself was caught between the desire to have the Irish Catholic church set apart on its own and the rules imposed upon him by Rome. He had to do things for Rome, at times, in order to fulfill his obligations to keeping Rome out of Mairi's business. For the time being,
[13:55] Pride of Eireann: he kept his eyes focused on the lady's eyes and nowhere else. The pair sitting nearby would hear him propose this effort as a higher-paying job. Given what she did, he would not instruct her to use her pleasant form to get her way,
[13:56] Pride of Eireann: but he understood the woman would have no personal qualms with doing what she must to get into Mairi's bedroom-and therefore find out who was presently in charge. Furthermore, Declan got the lady to agree to report back to him at St. Patrick's with the items, bringing her soul into the house of the Lord as he had wished. (d)
[13:57] CaptainJackFlynn: "Aye," The Irishman said, before laughing, "Given 'alf a chance, ye an' I'll see 'im married ta 'er." There was a light, tap to Carrick's shoulders, much like how a brother would teasingly strike his other brother. "Come, I figure 'avin' one ye along when we be gaein' ta get tha tartan cloth can only be 'elpin' me." With that, the two unrepentant pagans slipped out of their booths. Jack laughed softly, proud of himself. He'd spread rumors of fae army readying itself to march for war, and corrupted a
[13:59] CaptainJackFlynn: preist of the Roman faith. If just a li'l bit and temporary. Relying on Carrick's directions, the two would weave their way toward the market and down to the fabric maker's shop. There was a glance about, before the Irishman walked on in with Carrick behind him. Very politely, he said "S'cuse me, I be lookin' fer tha' owner o' this shop..." (d)
[11:32] Pride of Eireann: featured a young man tending bar. The servers were typically wenches--they didn't solicit the men, but that didn't mean they weren't taking offers. Carrick rested his shield against the table as he sat, ensuring a seat was left empty for Jack. He was not painted as he did not expect to fight today, but the man was ever-prepared. He ignored all advances of women, his mind only one one in particular, in a land far away. (d)
[11:35] CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman was whistling a jaunty, and no doubt nationalistic, tune as he made his way into the Golden Harp. Once he saw Carrick, Jack smiled and raised a hand in greeting before heading over toward him. After their parting, Jack had gone off to see that the recovered Dunluce stone was safely loaded aboard the Lagan -- ready for the return trip to Skye. The Irishman slowly looked about the bar, nodding is head quietly, "Ye've got a good bar 'ere, Carrick. Ya dae indeed."And with that, the Irishman sat
[11:37] CaptainJackFlynn: himself down opposite Carrick, before placing is order for a nice stout whiskey. Then he reclined in his chair, removing is pipe and pipe tobacco. As he began packing his pipe, he murmured, "Dae ye be knowin' where I can be gettin' some tartan cloth? Lookin' fer tha tartans o' the O'Briens an' tha one fer Ulster." (d)
[11:51] Pride of Eireann: "Aye," Carrick replied. The man was already drinking whiskey himself, and eating some bread for his breakfast. "Aileen Duffy an' Rosalyn Atteford used to spin an' sell it, but they've both been killed, no doubt that bein' part o' the reason why. Ye can find it now in the marketplace--which has unfortunately gotten smaller in the past year. There's only one cloth vendor there regularly, an' ye'll have to convince him to sell it to ye. I'm sure yer painted body will convince him well enough." He pointed to Jack's chest, finding the man
[11:54] Pride of Eireann: rather agreeable. "The people are beginning to doubt that Mairi's still alive. Been a while since they've seen her, but rumor is truth that she's off raisin' an army I see." As if on cue, Father Declan arrived in the establishment, and the tender immediately began pouring the holy man a glass of meade. "Father," the young man at the bar greeted. He hadn't charged Carrick, Jack, or Declan for the drinks. It was custom that such leaders were never charged, and the Ceannfort saw to it that arrangements were made to continue this. The revenue that the tavern and inn did generate, however, also went to the defenses of Ulster. "A lot of the money from this place goes, ye know, back into it" Carrick explained,
[11:54] Pride of Eireann: raising a brow. "We still work efficiently with funding, just don't have the men or arms to take the place and hold it," he lowered his voice as the priest joined the other men, a concerned look on his face as he drank the meade somewhat eagerly. (d)
[11:58] CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman nodded his head quietly, at hearing the sad story of the tartanmarkes. There was a pause, "Duffy, ye say?" He took good swig of his whiskey, "Tha Duffys continue ta serve their Ceannfort e'en after death, it seems." He would then relate the story to Carrick of the failed attempt to steal the keys from a English goaler
[12:02] CaptainJackFlynn: and how he and Mairi had hidden out in the Duffy place until it was safe to be moving on again. There was a small smile when Carrick mentioned his painted body, "T'was a reason ta get me body painted sides from it being sae plane ta show where me loyalty an' love lies..... figure it saved me 'bout ten arguments from yer sister as well." Then the topics turn to war, "Sad ta say, tis more a fleet than anythin'. We 'ave been talkin' wit' tha Duke an' Duchess o' Skye an' secured tha use of their fleet.
[12:04] CaptainJackFlynn: Sadly, tha' lands o' the Griffin 'ave been fraught wit' civil war o' late.... sae, any fightin' upon land which'll hinge upon tha Norwegian, Bavarian, an' Burgundian mercenaries we 'ave secured." He shifted just a touch, moving closer to Carrick, "Which'll be where ye an' tha good Fat'er come in. We be expectin'
[12:07] CaptainJackFlynn: ye ta be rousin' up tha militas an' mount insurrection from wit'in. Cut off tha Anglish supply lines an' such, when tha time comes. Tha fleet o' Skye'll block tha waters, an' we'll invade at (insert place in Ulster that is closest to Skye), an' gae from there." The Irishman leaned back quietly, looking up at the Fat'er. The Irishman did his best to keep from smiling as he said, "G'afternoon ta ye, Fat'er. Look as though ye 'ave seen a ghost." (d)
[12:10] Pride of Eireann: Carrick nodded in agreement, taking strict mental note. "We can afford to do this, but we've no way of acquirin' more arms. We're under watch, fer makin' swords and such now. Do ye know where we can get more weaponry to arm the men?" Declan simply nodded at this, agreeing with talk of a rebellion. "I'll hold a St. Mary's service on that day, which we do once per fortnight. The women and children will mostly be in the church, unless they are the fightin' types..." and then he addressed Jack's question, clasping his
[12:13] Pride of Eireann: hands around his cup. This was a good meeting ground, as all three men felt comfortable here. "My flock panics over talk of a fey army," he cast a suspicious look towards Flynn. "Some wish to join, and say the spirits are here to eradicate the English from our lands. I've no qualm with legends..." he began... "or our heritage," Carrick inserted and let his brother go on, "But
[12:15] Pride of Eireann: I can't have people in panic. I can't say how the English are reacting as few feel welcome in my church." It was clear that Declan was attempting to galvanize his congregation to thinking of the patriotic cause as a religious right--the seed to further passion in Irish Catholicism for centuries to come. (d)
[12:19] CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman had the perfect face for a liar. Aside from his comment about seeing a ghost, the Irishman betrayed nothing else about his part in starting the rumor of the fae armies. He did smile, of course, secretly. He wondered what Mairi would say to Jack's spreading the fear of the Unseelie army readying. Careful to keep his voice neutral, Jack said, "Sure, Fat'er only those o' yer flock tha' are wit' tha Anglish 'ave needs ta be panickin' iffen there tis a fae army bein' mustered. An' I am sure tha'
[12:22] CaptainJackFlynn: those tha' are anxious ta be joinin' tha fae armies'll fine 'em in tha most ancient o' groves." Jack looked over at Carrick, "Dun ye think so?" That, however, was a pointed question. Jack was expecting Carrick and his merry band to take on the guise of the fae and continue to spread fear through the English and any of the English loving Irish amongst those in Ulster. Then he shrugged, "An' I be sure tha' e'en a fae army needs time ta be musterin' it's full strength." Then he turned to more mortal concerns
[12:24] CaptainJackFlynn: "As fer yer lack o' arms, I am certain' tha' there tis a great number o' surplus war goods in Skye, I shall be daein' what I can ta see tha' they are sent 'ere." Jack smiled softly, seeing something behind Carrick. "Fat'er, ye know tha' woman tha tis makin' such lovin' gazes at Carrick?" Mun is think it's a loyal Irish servant in Dunluce. (d)
[12:29] Pride of Eireann: Carrick ignored talk of the woman behind him, but nodded in agreement with what was proposed tacitly about the army. "Aye, this can be done. I agree such an army will be found in the grove." It was settled then, and he drank. Declan simply shook his head--he might disagree with the tactic, think of it as meddling with his God, but it had to be done and he would not interfere. Declan nodded at the woman behind Carrick. "Been trying to save her soul more than once, but she's as committed to the old as my brother and sister...what of
[12:29] Pride of Eireann: her?" he asked. He looked stressed--and to prove it, he finished off his drink. Carrick, however, grinned eagerly. This was to be his moment. (d0
[13:37] CaptainJackFlynn: No doubt, Father Declan would need a bit more prodding so that Jack could get the needed information. There was a quiet shift, a smile, once he found out what the woman did. "Sae she works in Dunluce, aye?" A loyal woman, in the old ways? There was a soft clearing of his throat, "Carrick, whyn't ye go make nice wit' tha pretty lady?" There was a soft bit of laughter, "I think tha' she 'as actually been makin' such lovey eyes at me.... but yer sister t'would surely skin me 'live iffen I talked ta her."
[13:41] CaptainJackFlynn: There was a smile, before he clapped Father Declan on the should, "As fer tha Fat'er an' I, we 'ave a need ta be goin' an' seein a fabric maker." Once Declan was ahead of him, the Irishman paused, and said quietly, "Ya be a gentle man 'bout this, dae nae just dae this fling an' leave 'er.... needs ta be long, an' ye need ta be kind when ye break it." Jack shot Carrick a look. Having an insider in Dunluce would not only secure the Tara brooch -- but also allow for the gates to open, when the Irish armies
[13:42] CaptainJackFlynn: closed on Dunluce for the final assault. Imagine the look upon the English faces: they have a strong fortified postion, surely the Irish armies couldn't get through. Only to find the gates opened, and the Irish armies charging in. (d)
[13:46] Pride of Eireann: One disappointment had been just that--the buildling of the gates, which was entirely of English doing. It had saddened Mairi in particular to watch that progress. Carrick frowned in response. "Nay, friend...I've similar committments. I leave it to ye...I won't tell me sister." Declan, who had finished his
[13:47] Pride of Eireann: meade, was already standing, ready to see the fabric maker before his church matters needed attending. Carrick wouldn't so much as look at the woman; he was feeling guilt and heartache, the expression of which was usually in form of killing the English, which he hadn't yet done today. It was getting to be about that time, actually.
[13:52] Pride of Eireann: Carrick and Jack, at that point, both turned to Declan. Declan, of course, saw it as an opportunity to save the woman's soul. "It's to me, then," he said, walking back towards t he woman, much to Carrick's surprise. She seemed taken aback by Declan approaching her, but soon the pair was sitting at a table. "He's a patriot, I'll give him that," Carrick grinned, looking back to Jack. Declan was uneasy with the flirtation the woman presented--
[13:54] Pride of Eireann: she found him a challenge, of course. He had known some priests who took wives and others who did not. Declan himself was caught between the desire to have the Irish Catholic church set apart on its own and the rules imposed upon him by Rome. He had to do things for Rome, at times, in order to fulfill his obligations to keeping Rome out of Mairi's business. For the time being,
[13:55] Pride of Eireann: he kept his eyes focused on the lady's eyes and nowhere else. The pair sitting nearby would hear him propose this effort as a higher-paying job. Given what she did, he would not instruct her to use her pleasant form to get her way,
[13:56] Pride of Eireann: but he understood the woman would have no personal qualms with doing what she must to get into Mairi's bedroom-and therefore find out who was presently in charge. Furthermore, Declan got the lady to agree to report back to him at St. Patrick's with the items, bringing her soul into the house of the Lord as he had wished. (d)
[13:57] CaptainJackFlynn: "Aye," The Irishman said, before laughing, "Given 'alf a chance, ye an' I'll see 'im married ta 'er." There was a light, tap to Carrick's shoulders, much like how a brother would teasingly strike his other brother. "Come, I figure 'avin' one ye along when we be gaein' ta get tha tartan cloth can only be 'elpin' me." With that, the two unrepentant pagans slipped out of their booths. Jack laughed softly, proud of himself. He'd spread rumors of fae army readying itself to march for war, and corrupted a
[13:59] CaptainJackFlynn: preist of the Roman faith. If just a li'l bit and temporary. Relying on Carrick's directions, the two would weave their way toward the market and down to the fabric maker's shop. There was a glance about, before the Irishman walked on in with Carrick behind him. Very politely, he said "S'cuse me, I be lookin' fer tha' owner o' this shop..." (d)