Post by fae on Mar 9, 2008 2:52:44 GMT -6
ThelrishRover: Well, it was a Saturday night and the walls and the roof of the Briar Rose was close to collapsing with all the drunken chaos and music from within, surely the shingles were shaking. And but who else would be leading the party but our Lady Bard herself, having shed the court formalties with her gown and swapped them for her gypsy wear instead. Lady by day, Gypsy by night. And wasn't that just the case. Standing on the countertop of the bar with her fiddle gracing her shoulder, her right hand wailed pure madness of the four strings. Some people in pairs were dancing, swinging themselves in a blur across the cleared tavern floor. Others were hanging all about the bar, thumping to their own rhythm to the reel that her Sweet Romance sung so splendidly. A wild grin possessed the red heads lips with fire in her eyes and whiskey on her breathe, thumping the heel of her boot on the countertop; this is what she lived for.(d)
A Warriors Fate: ::The drunk bastard he'd run into on the street had said that this was the place to go for a drink, but it certainly didn't look like it...it was too happy looking. It did seem to be quite loud inside though, so maybe it was worth a shot, he could always find someplace else to go if this one didn't work out. He climbs down off his horse and ties it up out front, then slowly makes his way to the front door and pulls it open. The noise hits him for a moment but then he ducks down and steps inside. They never made doors big enough for him, being so tall was good sometimes, but other times it was just a pain in the butt. He stops after stepping in and slowly looks around the room, his massive form covered in a tunic, chainmail armor, and leather armor over that. He has two swords strapped to his back, a nearly six forr long claymore and a shorter broadsword, at his waist are another short sword and a dirk. He lets out a soft sigh, then pushes his way thru the crowd...not exactly gently either...to get to the bar. He wanted a bloody drink and he'd waited long enough. He glances up at the woman on the bar, raising an eyebrow slightly,
then he shoves someone off a stool in front of her and takes a seat:: Whoever the hell be workin' here...get me a bloody whisky! ::So nice, isn't he?:
ThelrishRover: A leg kicked up and she spun; layered skirts a blur of crimson, black, and purple and her hair a storm of red. A final few sweeps of her bow across the cat-gut strings for a smoking finale, ending the song, and holding out her violin and bow with a triumphant grin to recieve the applause that insued. Her face was flushed and her chest heaved in deep gasps of air. She had been playing straight for an hour now and she was exhaushted. The crowd did not seem to disagree for one either, as they settled into chairs and booths about the place and returned to their drinks to refuel. Just then the extrodinarly tall and armored man nonchalantly shoved the other from the stool and Faeren had to grin again. Her slightly pointed chin turning over a bare shoulder to call to the Tendress behind her, "Rose, dear, get this vassal of a man a whiskey!" Tucking her beloved instrument beneath her arm she hopped down from the bar on the othside. Where it was safe, uncrowded, and had the full access to all of the liquor. Tucking her instrument away into her case that lay nearby she turned to Rose and she approached with the tall glass of whiskey. "Thank ye, love, an' sorry 'bout jumpin' up there. Just, best place in tha house tah really be 'eard." She winked and Rose waved her off and then went about to tend for all of the other guests. Turning around then to face the room, she set the whiskey glass before the man. "With all that ye are carryin' there ye'll probably just want tha whole bottle, aye?" A hand placed on the bartop she leaned down and swiped up one of the whiskey bottles and set it down on the bartop for him with a grin to go along with it.(d)
A Warriors Fate: ::He watches the psycho red haired woman as she hops down off the bar. This really was a strange place, but at least she was getting his whisky, so he couldn't complain too much. After she sets the glass down, he reaches a large hand out and picks the glass up, drinking down about half of it before setting it back down:: Aye, I could go fer the whole bottle... ::He returns her grin, then downs the rest of the glass and picks up the bottle she'd set down to refill it. He was planning on getting very, very drunk tonight::
ThelrishRover: Indulging herself with her own bottle, she popped off the cap with her thumb and took a hearty swig. Tonight her gypsy dress entailed of a scarlet bodice laced tightly over an white blouse that was cut squarely around the neck and fell in elegant drapes for the sleeves. Her layered skirt consisted of purple, crimson, and then black ontop. Sitting loosely across her hips adorned with the jewely belts that the Romani are notorious for wearing. However she maintained her celtic flair by a brilliant emerald and gold necklace that held intricate celtic knotwork about the soft flesh of her neck. And her red hair was given the freedom to fall in their wild, loose ringlets about her face, over her shoulders, and down past her waist. She licked her lips of heaven's draught, setting the bottle ontop of the bartop with her fingers still wrapped protectively around it. Considering the man over with eyes that were
rimmed with blue and stained green around the pupil, a slight inclination of her head. "So, ye a native 'ere or...?" She posed the question while taking another considerable swig of her whisky.(d)
A Warriors Fate: ::She was an interesting looking woman, crazy obviously, but interesting:: Ya could say that... ::Yes, he was a native, but come morning it wouldn't matter any more. After refilling the glass, he sets the bottle back down, not bothering to put the cork back into it, he'd just have to take it out again soon anyway. He glances to his left as the guy he'd shoved off the stool finally gets to his feet and staggers off. Obviously he wasn't the only getting wasted tonight. He then looks back to the woman in front of him:: An' I take it that you are no' a native?
ThelrishRover: Crazy wasn't even the beginning of it. He'd see in due time, in due time. And he was an equally interesting looking man. She was surprised to hear his affirmation of being a native, having been thinking with what all that armor and weapons he was a passerby. Although now she reasoned with herself that he may be returning from somewhere...with a shrug she dismissed the thought. She nodded, sipping her whisky again. "Aye, actually I'm from Eire. But, the Lady Beathag an' are very close friends. One of me best friends, almost like a sister. I knew her before she ever got into this 'Lady,' business." The side of her mouth pulled into a bemused smirk. How amusing it was that she, Eirian, and Beathag had all started out in Orkney. Beathag a tendress, Eirian just...well, Fae supposed she had always been of the Lady kind, and Faeren just the tavern bard that had gotten kicked off her Gypsy caravan right infront of the tavern doors. And now here they were; Beathag the Duchess and Faeren a Court Bard and Herald. How times do change. "I usually am out an' about travelin' around, but Beathag has asked me tah stay as the Court Bard an' Herald 'ere. And I supposed I will." She sniffed, glancing to her bottle with yet a nother shrug and swig. He would be able to tell for her accent as well, it wasn't the thick and abrupt brogue of Scotts, but a softer lyrical Irish kind.(d)
A Warriors Fate: ::Well, he had no idea who this Beathag person was, he may have been a native, but he hadn't be here in fifteen years. He shrugs his shoulders slightly and lifts his glass to take a few more swigs:: Do ya always dance on the bar, or was tha' jus' special 'cause ya knew I was comin'? ::He grins a little:: Personally...I would have enjoyed it more if ya had added in a little strip show too...I be sure the rest o' the guys would agree with me on tha' one...
ThelrishRover: She had assumed that he knew who she was, since he said he was a native. To his remark a saucy smirk danced over her lips, "Oh, aye, I was informed by tha Gods that a particularly 'andsome Scottsman was comin' an' just 'ad tah get meself up there so ye couldn't miss me." She winked, finishing her bottle, and leaning down again to search for a second one. Rose approached her suddenly and gave her a wry look, but when Faeren stood back up with her second bottle she assured the woman that'd she be paying of course. "Bless yer 'eart Rose." She smiled to her, bless her indeed for having to take care of all these drunken Scottsmen. She turned back to the man, and upon his second remark caught the attention of a few other men sitting around most likely. Faeren only tossed her head in a laugh and retorted, "Hah, I'm sure y'all would. But any of those thoughts ye'll have tah keep to yerselves while yer all lyin' in bed next to yer wives," She grinned, locking eyes with one of the men sitting nearby. "Aye McDougal, if yer Elspeth asks I'll bea obliged tah tell her." She winked again, only jesting. Besides for Faeren's reputation of being a mad Irish woman, a superb bard, but also a very single woman and very much hard to get. No one could account a time when they'd seen her formally with any man, and many would agree that they never would. (d)
A Warriors Fate: ::Everything had been going great until she mentioned wives. He didn't want to think about that right now, it had been less than two months, he could still see the flames every time he closed his eyes. He quickly downs the whisky in his glass, then grabs up the bottle and stands up. He tosses a few coins on the bar top, then shoves his way thru the crowd again and heads out the door. He needed some fresh air all of a sudden::
ThelrishRover: A brow struck at the man's sudden departure. She glanced left and right to those sitting around her, and another smirk winked the corner of her mouth. Her narrow framed shoulders rolled and she said, "Maybe he got an attack of his concious aye? Weal, good thing ye bastards don't have one!" Oh, it could be turned into a very sarcastic remark, but that wasn't Faeren's issue. Her issue was to entertain, but only to the extent of musical pleasures. Any other ones were left for the 2 copper whores waiting around the corner. And if any confusion between the two usurped, Faeren would have no problem of making it very clear that involved a whiskey bottle being broken over the idiots crown. At this point in time the crowd was itching for another lively tune and shouted requests for the Bardess to herald them again. "Alright alright!" To appease them and give poor Rose a break, she picked up her violin again. Drawing a long, echoeing flat A...then the tip of her bow took a dive into a maelstrom of madness, of freedom, of love and of everything in between the G and the E.(d)
A Warriors Fate: ::The drunk bastard he'd run into on the street had said that this was the place to go for a drink, but it certainly didn't look like it...it was too happy looking. It did seem to be quite loud inside though, so maybe it was worth a shot, he could always find someplace else to go if this one didn't work out. He climbs down off his horse and ties it up out front, then slowly makes his way to the front door and pulls it open. The noise hits him for a moment but then he ducks down and steps inside. They never made doors big enough for him, being so tall was good sometimes, but other times it was just a pain in the butt. He stops after stepping in and slowly looks around the room, his massive form covered in a tunic, chainmail armor, and leather armor over that. He has two swords strapped to his back, a nearly six forr long claymore and a shorter broadsword, at his waist are another short sword and a dirk. He lets out a soft sigh, then pushes his way thru the crowd...not exactly gently either...to get to the bar. He wanted a bloody drink and he'd waited long enough. He glances up at the woman on the bar, raising an eyebrow slightly,
then he shoves someone off a stool in front of her and takes a seat:: Whoever the hell be workin' here...get me a bloody whisky! ::So nice, isn't he?:
ThelrishRover: A leg kicked up and she spun; layered skirts a blur of crimson, black, and purple and her hair a storm of red. A final few sweeps of her bow across the cat-gut strings for a smoking finale, ending the song, and holding out her violin and bow with a triumphant grin to recieve the applause that insued. Her face was flushed and her chest heaved in deep gasps of air. She had been playing straight for an hour now and she was exhaushted. The crowd did not seem to disagree for one either, as they settled into chairs and booths about the place and returned to their drinks to refuel. Just then the extrodinarly tall and armored man nonchalantly shoved the other from the stool and Faeren had to grin again. Her slightly pointed chin turning over a bare shoulder to call to the Tendress behind her, "Rose, dear, get this vassal of a man a whiskey!" Tucking her beloved instrument beneath her arm she hopped down from the bar on the othside. Where it was safe, uncrowded, and had the full access to all of the liquor. Tucking her instrument away into her case that lay nearby she turned to Rose and she approached with the tall glass of whiskey. "Thank ye, love, an' sorry 'bout jumpin' up there. Just, best place in tha house tah really be 'eard." She winked and Rose waved her off and then went about to tend for all of the other guests. Turning around then to face the room, she set the whiskey glass before the man. "With all that ye are carryin' there ye'll probably just want tha whole bottle, aye?" A hand placed on the bartop she leaned down and swiped up one of the whiskey bottles and set it down on the bartop for him with a grin to go along with it.(d)
A Warriors Fate: ::He watches the psycho red haired woman as she hops down off the bar. This really was a strange place, but at least she was getting his whisky, so he couldn't complain too much. After she sets the glass down, he reaches a large hand out and picks the glass up, drinking down about half of it before setting it back down:: Aye, I could go fer the whole bottle... ::He returns her grin, then downs the rest of the glass and picks up the bottle she'd set down to refill it. He was planning on getting very, very drunk tonight::
ThelrishRover: Indulging herself with her own bottle, she popped off the cap with her thumb and took a hearty swig. Tonight her gypsy dress entailed of a scarlet bodice laced tightly over an white blouse that was cut squarely around the neck and fell in elegant drapes for the sleeves. Her layered skirt consisted of purple, crimson, and then black ontop. Sitting loosely across her hips adorned with the jewely belts that the Romani are notorious for wearing. However she maintained her celtic flair by a brilliant emerald and gold necklace that held intricate celtic knotwork about the soft flesh of her neck. And her red hair was given the freedom to fall in their wild, loose ringlets about her face, over her shoulders, and down past her waist. She licked her lips of heaven's draught, setting the bottle ontop of the bartop with her fingers still wrapped protectively around it. Considering the man over with eyes that were
rimmed with blue and stained green around the pupil, a slight inclination of her head. "So, ye a native 'ere or...?" She posed the question while taking another considerable swig of her whisky.(d)
A Warriors Fate: ::She was an interesting looking woman, crazy obviously, but interesting:: Ya could say that... ::Yes, he was a native, but come morning it wouldn't matter any more. After refilling the glass, he sets the bottle back down, not bothering to put the cork back into it, he'd just have to take it out again soon anyway. He glances to his left as the guy he'd shoved off the stool finally gets to his feet and staggers off. Obviously he wasn't the only getting wasted tonight. He then looks back to the woman in front of him:: An' I take it that you are no' a native?
ThelrishRover: Crazy wasn't even the beginning of it. He'd see in due time, in due time. And he was an equally interesting looking man. She was surprised to hear his affirmation of being a native, having been thinking with what all that armor and weapons he was a passerby. Although now she reasoned with herself that he may be returning from somewhere...with a shrug she dismissed the thought. She nodded, sipping her whisky again. "Aye, actually I'm from Eire. But, the Lady Beathag an' are very close friends. One of me best friends, almost like a sister. I knew her before she ever got into this 'Lady,' business." The side of her mouth pulled into a bemused smirk. How amusing it was that she, Eirian, and Beathag had all started out in Orkney. Beathag a tendress, Eirian just...well, Fae supposed she had always been of the Lady kind, and Faeren just the tavern bard that had gotten kicked off her Gypsy caravan right infront of the tavern doors. And now here they were; Beathag the Duchess and Faeren a Court Bard and Herald. How times do change. "I usually am out an' about travelin' around, but Beathag has asked me tah stay as the Court Bard an' Herald 'ere. And I supposed I will." She sniffed, glancing to her bottle with yet a nother shrug and swig. He would be able to tell for her accent as well, it wasn't the thick and abrupt brogue of Scotts, but a softer lyrical Irish kind.(d)
A Warriors Fate: ::Well, he had no idea who this Beathag person was, he may have been a native, but he hadn't be here in fifteen years. He shrugs his shoulders slightly and lifts his glass to take a few more swigs:: Do ya always dance on the bar, or was tha' jus' special 'cause ya knew I was comin'? ::He grins a little:: Personally...I would have enjoyed it more if ya had added in a little strip show too...I be sure the rest o' the guys would agree with me on tha' one...
ThelrishRover: She had assumed that he knew who she was, since he said he was a native. To his remark a saucy smirk danced over her lips, "Oh, aye, I was informed by tha Gods that a particularly 'andsome Scottsman was comin' an' just 'ad tah get meself up there so ye couldn't miss me." She winked, finishing her bottle, and leaning down again to search for a second one. Rose approached her suddenly and gave her a wry look, but when Faeren stood back up with her second bottle she assured the woman that'd she be paying of course. "Bless yer 'eart Rose." She smiled to her, bless her indeed for having to take care of all these drunken Scottsmen. She turned back to the man, and upon his second remark caught the attention of a few other men sitting around most likely. Faeren only tossed her head in a laugh and retorted, "Hah, I'm sure y'all would. But any of those thoughts ye'll have tah keep to yerselves while yer all lyin' in bed next to yer wives," She grinned, locking eyes with one of the men sitting nearby. "Aye McDougal, if yer Elspeth asks I'll bea obliged tah tell her." She winked again, only jesting. Besides for Faeren's reputation of being a mad Irish woman, a superb bard, but also a very single woman and very much hard to get. No one could account a time when they'd seen her formally with any man, and many would agree that they never would. (d)
A Warriors Fate: ::Everything had been going great until she mentioned wives. He didn't want to think about that right now, it had been less than two months, he could still see the flames every time he closed his eyes. He quickly downs the whisky in his glass, then grabs up the bottle and stands up. He tosses a few coins on the bar top, then shoves his way thru the crowd again and heads out the door. He needed some fresh air all of a sudden::
ThelrishRover: A brow struck at the man's sudden departure. She glanced left and right to those sitting around her, and another smirk winked the corner of her mouth. Her narrow framed shoulders rolled and she said, "Maybe he got an attack of his concious aye? Weal, good thing ye bastards don't have one!" Oh, it could be turned into a very sarcastic remark, but that wasn't Faeren's issue. Her issue was to entertain, but only to the extent of musical pleasures. Any other ones were left for the 2 copper whores waiting around the corner. And if any confusion between the two usurped, Faeren would have no problem of making it very clear that involved a whiskey bottle being broken over the idiots crown. At this point in time the crowd was itching for another lively tune and shouted requests for the Bardess to herald them again. "Alright alright!" To appease them and give poor Rose a break, she picked up her violin again. Drawing a long, echoeing flat A...then the tip of her bow took a dive into a maelstrom of madness, of freedom, of love and of everything in between the G and the E.(d)