DT's Old School Campaign- (Chapter 4: The Guild and The Girl)

[Scott DeWar]

Quinn blushes deep purple at the unexpected kiss, but recovers smoothly with an answer about edvan,

"that bein what i have headrd on the ship before is soundin as consumption, iffin yees askin me"

[fyi] consumption was the old world name for tuberculosis, if i recall corrctly [/fyi]

 

[Fenris]

[fyi] consumption was the old world name for tuberculosis, if i recall corrctly [/fyi]

OOC: You do indeed recall correctly

Rovan puts his arma around Lola's waist as she sits in his lap and take a drink with his free hand. He was feeling so much better than he had been not very long ago. He had been silent more than usual though, his trauma has made him a little more thoughtful. But now he looked around at his friends around the table, drinking and singing and laughing. And Lola on his lap. They may not have much money, but Rovan was happy here and now with his friends. Roavn had plans of course, he always had plans. But for now, this was enough, he had enough to be happy because he had Ed and Hill, and Quinn and of course Lola. After Lola leaned over to kiss Quinn, making him blush hard, Rovan settled his head on Lola's shoulder and relaxed.

Rovan's mind of course never relaxed, and he knew the money would run out sometime. He regretted, not for the last time beign able to loot that temple. Maybe they could break in. It was probably long looted by now, if not re-occupied anyway. Ah well, enjoy the moment he thought as his mind came back to the conversation going on at the table.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Edvan moved to get a refill when the blonde, cloaked man walked over to the sailors and asked them some questions. He did not get too far into the conversation, as one of the sailors grew angry at what was being asked. The cloaked man was pushed into several bar stools and tripped. As the blonde man fell to the floor, a burly sailor picked up a chair to smash over him. The man looked up in desperation and somehow recognized the Wilder looking to get a refill. "Edvan!" He yelled partly in surprised recognition and partly in desperation.

 

[GlassEye]

Edvan frowns as he still can't put a name to the face but, despite that, he steps between the man and the sailors. "Hold there, friend," he says to the angry sailor. "Magloc don't takes kindly to brawling in his bar and, well, it seems I gots some business with that fellow sprawled out on the floor. Let me makes up for interrupting your party. Mags! Get these fellows another drink. On me." He winks at the sailor and roughly helps the blond man to his feet.

If the sailors take Edvan's bribe, he'll put one arm around the blond man's shoulders and escort him over to the table he shares with his friends.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"... fifteen sailors on a dead man's chest! yo ho and a bottle of rum ..." Quin stops singing as he seems to have mixed two different songs. H stops and takes a drink of his water rum and clears his throat to start singing agian when he sees edvan with the cloaked figu e.

"Aye maties , I cant seem to remember wish shong I was dringing, er singing. so, wish shong you wants to be hearin frem me sweet lips of shong?"
fideen sailors on a dead man'sh shest or sailin the sheven sheas" he isnt realy drunk, but he figures he wont have to drink too much more to actually be drunk.
(We dont want a drunken one legged sailor walkin no do we.)

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Edvan's intimidating familiarity with the pair of hand-axes hanging on his hips caused the hooded man's assailant to reconsider his actions. The sailor's companions look over at the Wilders and notice their seasoned look and and armament. After some shuffling of feet, the offer of a drink is eagerly accepted as a way to get out of the conundrum.

Magloc happily took three gold coins from Edvan, as the warrior takes his new blonde friend to meet the rest of the group. The blonde man took his hood off and showed a boyish face, though the area around his eyes was wrinkled from a short life of considerable and unknown stress. Yet his voice was cheerful and pleasing. "Wow, Edvan. It looks like I'm not the only one who made it big in the city. Look at you, old buddy! You've certainly filled out! I never thought you'd be so tall." He reached up to ruffle Edvan's hair in a familiar fashion.

Edvan
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This was Erin Lightpath, a man who grew up in your hometown with his sister, Melissa. They were only a few years older than you with Erin being the younger of the pair. When their parents died because of some of the violence they found they were unable to survive and had to flee a local official due to outstanding family debts. They fled sometime before Edvan had and this is the first time Edvan had seen Erin again. Edvan had always been passionate; even in the face of his parents death he seemed more determined than dispondant.
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[GlassEye]

Edvan blinks at the familiarity of this fellow. And then it dawns... "Lightpath? Erin Lightpath? It's been years..." He just stares at Erin for a few moments, not really believing that he's encountered someone from his home village. He shakes his head and motions at Magloc to have another round of drinks poured when he finishes with the sailors.

Edvan motions round the table. "These are my friends: that old pirate there is Quinnsy, and that's Hilmdyn, Rovan, and Lola. This is Erin Lightpath. He grew up near my Da's farm. How's Melissa? And what're you doing here, of all places?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

Quinn speaks up to the introduction, "Aye matie, I 'm with another captain, now, so i would be apriciatin not spreadin word of me past if yee be so kind.

 

[Queenie]

Lola stood and gave him a clumsy curtsy, then pushed a spare drink towards him. "Well met, Erin, the pleasure is all ours." Then she settled back into Rovan's lap, her arm draped around his neck.

"Where are you actually from Ed? I don't recall..."

 

[GlassEye]

At Lola's question Edvan goes from smiling and happy to grim. He motions with the mug halfway to his mouth. "Don't matter; orks destroyed it years ago. Just a few years after Erin here left. Lucky, eh?" He smiles weakly to attempt to lessen the sting of his sudden bad mood and with forced cheerfulness he says, "So, to friendships, old and new!" Edvan takes a deep drink from his mug, wipes the froth from his lip onto his sleeve, and grins. And just as suddenly as it arrived his bad mood seems to have vanished.