Sword of the Emerald Paladin

[mairi]

Pride of Eireann: Mairi felt much better having consulted the healer. She
did as she was told, having a cup of the lemongrass tea just an hour or more
ago before she met up with Jack. She took a bath and bathed Seanna, having
spent the day with her,
Pride of Eireann: and tamed her appearance but for her wild hair. Rather
than brush it, Mairi had set the fiery tendrils in a loose braid, tied at the
end with a leather strap. She was clad in a dress of plain green, looking as
inconspicuous as she
Pride of Eireann: could considering the confident manner with which she
strode about wearing the sword. She entered the tavern on the arm of one
rather notorious Captain Flynn, and he would be the first to tell that the
Ceannfort held a fire in her
Pride of Eireann: eyes, looking for a fight. Fortunately, she scanned the
tavern and found no English and therefore, no victims, at least not
recognizeable ones. She wanted to feel at peace--she could be a leader of
this Gaelic Renaissance--but
Pride of Eireann: instead she was hungry for the very war and violence that
helped define the soul of the Gaels. She did not yet release Jack's arm. "I'm
already hungry again, Jack." (d)

Crossofthesword: ::Robbs enterance to this small tavern was something done
mostly on the spur of the moment. He was dressed for travel mostly in search
of someone he didn't really know. His clothing was simple a
Crossofthesword: brown tunic and pants covered by a deep red almost blood
red cloak. His sword was the most eloquent thing about his person hanging
from a laqoured black belt hung a sword with a deep green emerald and
Crossofthesword: gold enlay the sword of a guard his uncle once commanded.
It was the only thing left to him and he cherished it deeply. Sadiq stayed
at the boat he never really came ashore much anymore not after
Crossofthesword: what happened to James he preferred to stay in his boat.
Blue eyes with gold streaks moved about the room his smile forming accrost
his lips more of a smirk but all the same it said he was in a good
Crossofthesword: mood. He removed the gloves of soft brown leather that he
had on and shoved them into his belt taking a seat near the door just in case
the need should arise for him to bolt out from whence he came.::
Crossofthesword: (d)

CaptainJackFlynn: "Already?" The Irishman asked, canting his head to the
side. It probably wasn't the best reaction for Jack to have had, but they
had eaten just an hour ago! There was a soft smile and a shake of his head,
before he guided Mairi
CaptainJackFlynn: toward one of the tavern's booths, once that gave them a
solid wall to put their backs against and gave them a clear view of the door.
There was a shake of his head, "An' what would ya be wantin'?" Once Mairi was
settled in, Jack
CaptainJackFlynn: loittered near the table long enough to get Mairi's order
before going off to place an order with old Charlie. Jack nodded his head
toward Robb when the man entered. (d)


Pride of Eireann: "Bread an' wine," she said as Jack helped her to her seat,
"possibly some meat if there's any to be had...it's as though I haven't eaten
in days." When Jack left to offer Charlie the order, Mairi noticed the
newcomer to the tavern.
Pride of Eireann: The Ceannfort's emerald eyes froze upon the weapon the man
carried, and, not recognizing him, Mairi stoood, stepped away from the booth,
and drew her weapon. It would seem that she was determined to pick a fight
tonight, but perhaps
Pride of Eireann: this time she had a good cause. Her sword of course was
similar in design. Having not heard from any of the Emerald Paladins in so
long, she remained cautious, but eager for information. The Ceannfort rapidly
stepped forward,
Pride of Eireann: advancing on the tavern goer, sword pointed menacingly in
his direction. "Who the fek did ye kill to get that weapon?" She jabbed her
matching sword towards him for emphasis--she didn't care if she was making a
scene, this was
Pride of Eireann: Ulster, which shared a place in her heart around all else.
"State yer name now an' give me a reason why I shouldn't kill ye for killin'
the person that belonged to..." (d)

Crossofthesword: ::He saw the woman advancing in that time he would draw
upon his own weapon and stand up quickly. 'Hell they're sending women after
me now what the heck did I ever do Williams anyways?' he would
Crossofthesword: think as he stood up. He opened his mouth to speak but her
questions stopped him in his tracks. "I got this weapon from me Uncle" he
would say his voice was an unusual deep for his age he set the tip
Crossofthesword: near the ground. He had never fought a woman he had always
been taught to be curtious to women. "I am Robert McKeown, nephew of James
McKeown Barun of the Isle of Mann commander of the Emerald
Crossofthesword: Paladins." he stated. His eyes would keep a careful watch
on this woman out of the corner of his eyes he could see the man, just barley
but enough to notice if he made any sudden movements. He wouldn't
Crossofthesword: fight this woman for any reason but the gentleman at the
bar was another story if he chose to become involved in this before thier
conversation was over.:: (d)

CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman had just placed his order with Charlie, when
he heard Mairi's voice. There was a shake of his head, as he turned to look
toward Mairi and the man who'd somehow sparked her ire. ".....," Was all Jack
could manage.He'd
CaptainJackFlynn: only been gone for 25 seconds! Jack swore underneath his
breath, before heading went over toward the two people. Not completely
certain the matter, Jack stood just behind Mairi and toward her right. His
hand rested upon the
CaptainJackFlynn: basket-hilted claymore that was sheathed by his side.
Under his breath, he said quietly, "I cannae leave ye alone fer a minute, can
I?" (d)

Pride of Eireann: She kept her sword erect, peering into this Robert's eyes.
She noted a resemblence. "Why would James give ye his sword? He made the
paladins, an' was loyal among them--where is he now?" She was very insistent,
and turned briefly to
Pride of Eireann: explain to Jack, "This young fellow says he's the nephew
of the leader of me elite swordsmen, an' I've no reason to believe him," she
looked back, squinting at the one who called himself Robert. "Ye've picked a
hell of a day to
Pride of Eireann: bring me memories of what I was, boy," she accused,
resisting the urge to spit on him. "Ye've not long to prove yerself true else
I'll run ye through," she threatened, a serious threat behind her eyes. She
had no qualms about
Pride of Eireann: releasing her pent up hurt over losing Ulster on this
Robert fellow...and from his perspective, she wouldn't be dressed as one
might expect the Ceannfort of Ulster to dress. She turned to Jack to answer
his question. "No, ye cannot.
Pride of Eireann: It is not every day that a man comes to Skye wearin' one
of me paladin's swords." (d)

Crossofthesword: ::"My uncle is buried in the church in the cidadel on the
Isle of Mann. I inherited this blade from my uncle and to date it is the
only sword I have to my name. As the only captain left after the a
Crossofthesword: paladins main force was overtaken by English knights in
France. His blood lays upon the fields of southern France along with
hundreds of brave men alongside him." He would hold up the sword into a
Crossofthesword: defensive style, "And if your some agent of my cousins to
whom wish to take this from me as well I will fight to the damiable death I
swear upon this sword" He might not have all of his uncles titles but
Crossofthesword: the true fire of the McKeown family burned in his soul. He
didn't know if he could handle a trained man and woman at once but no one
would say one of the last captains of the Emerald Paladins didn't
Crossofthesword: go down fighting.:: (d)

CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman was quietly, looking between both of the men.
This looked as though there was trouble in the making. There was a quiet
pause, as he said that. There was rather resigned sigh at all of this, he
shook his head quietly.
CaptainJackFlynn: To the benefit of the man across from then, Jack snapped,
"Ye should be showin' respect! Ye address Mairi ni Tuatha'an, tha Ceannfort
o' Ulster!" (d)

Pride of Eireann: Mairi hid a smile. She could handle this whelp, though
Jack was defensive, as he was sworn to be. She admired his loyalty on several
levels before lowering her blade. She doubted the boy would try anything, and
if he did, she
Pride of Eireann: trusted Jack would intercept. "I see the look of him in
yer eye, an' it just saved yer life," she told him. "I am no agent, I am as
he says." She then bowed her head and loosened her grip on the sword, "An' I
will grieve fer yer
Pride of Eireann: uncle, fer he was a true patriot of Ulster an' I am
forever in his debt. Ye are a McKeown, I see." She tapped his blade lightly
with her own, in a gentle gesture. "If ye are who ye say, ye are welcome at
me table." She sheathed her
Pride of Eireann: sword then, and gestured towards the booth Jack had shown
her too. "I'm itchin'f or a fight, but I'm hungry too. If ye don't yet know
the sword, there are men here who will teach ye how to fight with the proper
rules of combat...an'
Pride of Eireann: women who'll teach ye the ambush tactics ye need to kill
of the filthy sassenach swine that got to James." It didn't surprise her, but
it stung, and angered her, and though she was speaking in an alto, maternal
tone to the young
Pride of Eireann: man, Mairi balled her fist so that her knuckles were
white. Her left fist, it would be noted, was covered in a brilliant, vibrant
Claddagh tattoo, poised for love and vengeance. "In taverns such as these I
wish to be called simply
Pride of Eireann: Mairi Flynn." Without waiting for Jack's reaction, she
turned and seated herself at the booth again. (d)

Crossofthesword: ::Set a little aback by this other mans comments, he had
raised the sword and in his cokey youth he was almost ready to retort back at
him in the same prudent manner. However the ladies this
Crossofthesword: Ceannforts words calmed his hot head that was so common
amongst his fellow Irishmen. "I am no longer a McKeown I am the McKeown
saddly my uncle and most of the rest of my family have been killed, many of
Crossofthesword: those had met their end in the battle alongside my uncle.
I was in the infermary suffering from a perevious wound so I could not have
been there as well." his uncle had not mentioned a Ceannfort in a
Crossofthesword: long while and rarely spoke of the ladies fate after
returning from Ireland with the whole of the Emerald Legion. Robb had only
heard her name once Mairi that seemed to ring a bell . His uncle had
Crossofthesword: always said that he was related through his mother directly
to the ruling family of Ulster the O'Neils a family he had served until
Ulster was taken. He took a seat his upon sheathing his blade. "I do
Crossofthesword: not believe I need as much training my uncle taught me well
before allowing me to enter the legions as a paladin." he would say his
english was rather good not muddled that was to the pride of the
Crossofthesword: scholars who he had studied under. He was his uncles
protege the unspoken of one for protection of his life from his uncles
enemies.:: (d)

CaptainJackFlynn: The Irishman saw that cokeiness, the raising of his blade,
and there was the sound of metal against wood as the Irishman unsheathed his
own blade by a handspan's length, and it was clear that the Irishman was
intent on teaching the
CaptainJackFlynn: young man the error of his ways. Of course, as
swornsword, the Irishman would not act without Mairi's say so. There was a
glance toward Mairi, waiting her signal. Only when Mairi had extended the
offer the table, did the Irishman
CaptainJackFlynn: sheathe his blade. The Irishman loitered near the table,
before going to retrieve their order from Charlie. Aye, this was a far
gentler place than what either Jack or Mairi were normally used to. One
could see Charlie already
CaptainJackFlynn: to summoning the city watch. After paying for their
meals, the Irishman went back to the table. In one hand, he balanced a tray
of breads and cheese. In the other, he carried two tankards. One of ale,
the other of watered-down
CaptainJackFlynn: sweet wine. The tankard of sweet wine was sat before
Mairi, while Jack sat down beside her. He placed the tray of food between
the both of them. (d)

Pride of Eireann: She was eager with the wine, and greedy with the bread.
Something made her eat very quickly. She spared a look to Jack--for a
reaction, perhaps?--before gesturing to Robert. "So tell me, then, how is it
ye came to Skye? I meself am
Pride of Eireann: only here until Dunluce is suitable again...as in, free of
the Anglish swine that curse its blessed halls at present." She was rather
nonchalant about her disdain for the invaders, and her body posture suggested
she still thought
Pride of Eireann: herself to be of some authority, or at least respected,
here. "Do ye consider yerself a formal sort, or do ye use that spirit
unbridled when ye fight?" she made conversation, focusing on the food, until
at last she slowed to a
Pride of Eireann: normal pace. Bread in left hand, her right hand fell to
Jack's knee.(d)

Crossofthesword: ::"I am not in the least a formal person when I fight" he
said straighening his posture, he had not really lived in the court life that
his uncle had provided for himself he stayed mostly to himself
Crossofthesword: as a boy. However even after his own exile he considered
himself the Barun. "I am here after bieng forced from exile, seeing as how
you obviously know my uncle somehow you possibly know of him bieng
Crossofthesword: the Barun of the Isle of Man, upon his death I proceeded
him to that title but within the last month i was forced to leave after my
cousin Benjamin Williams raised a revolt against me under false
Crossofthesword: pretence. My uncles closest friend and advisor Sadiq
assisted my escape and brought me here.... though I don't know where that
actually is. I am here only until I can raise a small army or find a ship
Crossofthesword: to Italy so I may converse with the pope on the matter." ::
(d)

Pride of Eireann: "Good, there's hope fer ye then... though it's not the
pope ye should be seein', it's me brother Declan if ye wish to see to a
church about it. St. Patrick's is for Irish freedom an' they help fund
Pride of Eireann: most of the revolts in Ulster," she let on, finishing her
food. "Yer welcome here in Skye, they're rather kind here, an' i'd be happy
to help ye get back what is yers," Mairi said, nodding to Robert. "It's been
a pleasure dinin'
Pride of Eireann: with ye an' if ye wish to speak further, please find me
aboard The Cruel Mistress," she encouraged, preparing to leave with Jack. (d)