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<blockquote data-quote="Bob Aberton" data-source="post: 1176683" data-attributes="member: 1518"><p>Jonah & Malthas,</p><p></p><p>(OOC: This is late at night, probably around 11 o'clock. Nicodemus has already returned, but the Captain is still at the tavern, as is Mr. Lang. You make the decision whether you stay at the tavern or return to the ship.)</p><p></p><p>It is dark outside by now, and the others are deep into their cups - all except Mr. Lang, that is. He never seemed like the drinking type to you, and his behavior confirms your suspicions; he sits at the table, making at least an attempt at polite conversation, while having consumed only two glasses of Languedoui wine (an Iberrean wine).</p><p></p><p>The Captain, in direct contrast, has drunk so many tumblers of rum that you have lost count; while sober and reasonable at sea, the habits of a foremast hand never seemed to be far from apparent in him. His face is a brilliant red, and he is becoming loud and bombastic (although that is no different really from the other patrons of the establishment.).</p><p></p><p>"Damn' clamdiggers!" he roars, slamming down another glass. "We'll be out o' here soon enough - clam diggin' cowards an' murderin' pointy-ears...place is a hell hole, wouldn't wish it on...wouldn't wish it on an Iberrean, s'elp me!"</p><p></p><p>Mr. Lang leans over and suggest quietly that the Captain make this his last rum.</p><p></p><p>"Last rum? Damn your eyes, Mr. Lang, I've barely begun! Don't like t'see a man drink, eh? What do you know 'bout drink...wha'do you know 'bout livin', eh? Sittin' there, drinkin' y'r Calypso-be-damned Iberrean wine, like some lady...look more like an officer's wife than an officer, le'me tell y'! What'd you...swap y'r petticoats for epaulettes, did y'? Damn y'r eyes, stop houndin' me! You drink y'r damned-t'-Davy-Jones lady's wine, an' I'll drink my rum, eh?"</p><p></p><p>The Captain seems to be focusing the frustrations of his stay in Standishtown on his rum glasses, gulping down one after the other at incredible speed. Mr. Lang gives you a helpless look, then shoots an exasperated glance at the Captain, checking his pocket-watch significantly.</p><p></p><p>Malachi,</p><p></p><p>The soon-to-be-former slaves look up at you with something like profound awe. The word "free" is talked over excitedly. </p><p></p><p>"Yass," one of them says quickly. "We join dis ship, we wan' be free like you. You want we should com' 'board now? You want we should tell others?"</p><p></p><p>Artimus, Mr. Arfaliunium's pet monkey, is standing on the rail a few feet away, and he throws down a box of cookies at the orc's feet and bows. The orcs quickly divide up the cookies, hide them away in their ragged garments, and dispose of the box.</p><p></p><p>Vemuz (assuming you go to the tavern to have a word with Mr. Lang. If not, disregard this.),</p><p></p><p>You find Malthas, Jonah, the Captain, and Mr. Lang in the "White Horse Inn." Mr. Lang is his customary contained self, but the Captain seems to be trying to break some sort of record for drunkenness. At least 10 empty tumblers formerly full of rum lie on the table in front of him, and one resides in his left hand while the other makes its way to his mouth. His coherence, given the situation, is admirable, but he is becoming loud and bombastic; you can hear him berating Mr. Lang all the way across the room:</p><p></p><p> "Last rum? Damn your eyes, Mr. Lang, I've barely begun! Don't like t'see a man drink, eh? What do you know 'bout drink...wha'do you know 'bout livin', eh? Sittin' there, drinkin' y'r Calypso-be-damned Iberrean wine, like some lady...look more like an officer's wife than an officer, le'me tell y'! What'd you...swap y'r petticoats for epaulettes, did y'? Damn y'r eyes, stop houndin' me! You drink y'r damned-t'-Davy-Jones lady's wine, an' I'll drink my rum, eh?"</p><p></p><p>When you reach the table, the Captain is calling for more rum, and Mr. Lang is looking on exasperatedly.</p><p></p><p>"Yes, Mr. Thriceborn, what is it?" he asks in carefully controlled tones. "I would appreciate your help in returning the Captain to his vessel; he has a regrettable tendency to...ah, overindulge in celebration."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Bob Aberton, post: 1176683, member: 1518"] Jonah & Malthas, (OOC: This is late at night, probably around 11 o'clock. Nicodemus has already returned, but the Captain is still at the tavern, as is Mr. Lang. You make the decision whether you stay at the tavern or return to the ship.) It is dark outside by now, and the others are deep into their cups - all except Mr. Lang, that is. He never seemed like the drinking type to you, and his behavior confirms your suspicions; he sits at the table, making at least an attempt at polite conversation, while having consumed only two glasses of Languedoui wine (an Iberrean wine). The Captain, in direct contrast, has drunk so many tumblers of rum that you have lost count; while sober and reasonable at sea, the habits of a foremast hand never seemed to be far from apparent in him. His face is a brilliant red, and he is becoming loud and bombastic (although that is no different really from the other patrons of the establishment.). "Damn' clamdiggers!" he roars, slamming down another glass. "We'll be out o' here soon enough - clam diggin' cowards an' murderin' pointy-ears...place is a hell hole, wouldn't wish it on...wouldn't wish it on an Iberrean, s'elp me!" Mr. Lang leans over and suggest quietly that the Captain make this his last rum. "Last rum? Damn your eyes, Mr. Lang, I've barely begun! Don't like t'see a man drink, eh? What do you know 'bout drink...wha'do you know 'bout livin', eh? Sittin' there, drinkin' y'r Calypso-be-damned Iberrean wine, like some lady...look more like an officer's wife than an officer, le'me tell y'! What'd you...swap y'r petticoats for epaulettes, did y'? Damn y'r eyes, stop houndin' me! You drink y'r damned-t'-Davy-Jones lady's wine, an' I'll drink my rum, eh?" The Captain seems to be focusing the frustrations of his stay in Standishtown on his rum glasses, gulping down one after the other at incredible speed. Mr. Lang gives you a helpless look, then shoots an exasperated glance at the Captain, checking his pocket-watch significantly. Malachi, The soon-to-be-former slaves look up at you with something like profound awe. The word "free" is talked over excitedly. "Yass," one of them says quickly. "We join dis ship, we wan' be free like you. You want we should com' 'board now? You want we should tell others?" Artimus, Mr. Arfaliunium's pet monkey, is standing on the rail a few feet away, and he throws down a box of cookies at the orc's feet and bows. The orcs quickly divide up the cookies, hide them away in their ragged garments, and dispose of the box. Vemuz (assuming you go to the tavern to have a word with Mr. Lang. If not, disregard this.), You find Malthas, Jonah, the Captain, and Mr. Lang in the "White Horse Inn." Mr. Lang is his customary contained self, but the Captain seems to be trying to break some sort of record for drunkenness. At least 10 empty tumblers formerly full of rum lie on the table in front of him, and one resides in his left hand while the other makes its way to his mouth. His coherence, given the situation, is admirable, but he is becoming loud and bombastic; you can hear him berating Mr. Lang all the way across the room: "Last rum? Damn your eyes, Mr. Lang, I've barely begun! Don't like t'see a man drink, eh? What do you know 'bout drink...wha'do you know 'bout livin', eh? Sittin' there, drinkin' y'r Calypso-be-damned Iberrean wine, like some lady...look more like an officer's wife than an officer, le'me tell y'! What'd you...swap y'r petticoats for epaulettes, did y'? Damn y'r eyes, stop houndin' me! You drink y'r damned-t'-Davy-Jones lady's wine, an' I'll drink my rum, eh?" When you reach the table, the Captain is calling for more rum, and Mr. Lang is looking on exasperatedly. "Yes, Mr. Thriceborn, what is it?" he asks in carefully controlled tones. "I would appreciate your help in returning the Captain to his vessel; he has a regrettable tendency to...ah, overindulge in celebration." [/QUOTE]
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