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RP - Alpine area Kingdoms => *Kingdom of Savoy - Regno di Savoia => Historical archive of Kingdom of Savoy => Topic started by: (RIP) Aurion Thorsimund on 18 May, 2012, 09:07:46 PM

Title: The Black Lion Tavern
Post by: (RIP) Aurion Thorsimund on 18 May, 2012, 09:07:46 PM
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After nearly a month of adventuring, Thorsimund had finally returned to his adopted home. Of course, like any real man, his first destination was the city's most famous tavern, The Black Lion.

As he opened the door to the tavern, the occupants turned their heads as one to see who the newcomer was, then raised a cheer when they realized it was Thorsimund. He was bombarded with several questions.

"What news from abroad?" and "How fares the Army?" were the most common questions. Thorsimund chuckled and held up his hands in surrender. "Please, friends. Please. Allow this weary traveler to wet his tongue. You wouldn't want me to die of thirst in the middle of this tavern, would you?" The patrons surrounding him laughed.

Taking a seat at one of the tables he turned to Carrie, the buxom tavern girl and said "Please bring me a tankard of the best...well, whatever you have."

"As you wish mi'lord" winking as she turned away towards the back of the room and returned promptly with a large tankard of mead. Thorsimund drank slowly, savoring every bit of the sweet drink. Satisfied, he began informing the locals of the goings on in the world and stories of his travels.







Title: Re: The Black Lion Tavern
Post by: (RIP) Septimus Balliot on 21 June, 2012, 04:44:52 PM
Septimus dismounts from his horse and stands by him, shaking road grime from his clothes.   He checks the bags of supplies attached to the large plow horse he uses as a pack animal.  All is in order.

“Squire – take these supplies to the prison.  Give them to the captain of the guard with my compliments.  Take my tools to my home and make sure they are stored properly.  Once you have done these tasks, see Cook for dinner and tell her that I shall be home late.  Have my chambers ready before the midnight.”

The boy knuckles his brow and proceeds to these tasks.  Septimus turns and walks into town, a bit road  weary and saddle sore from his arduous trip into the local mountains.  Fresh clothes and sleep can wait.  There is wine, mead, and ale in the Black Lion!
Title: Re: The Black Lion Tavern
Post by: (RIP) Septimus Balliot on 21 June, 2012, 08:13:16 PM
Septimus sits in the corner of the Black Lion with a tankard of warm, dark ale.  He has almost washed the taste of dirt and grime from his mouth and feels contented and relaxed.

The door to alehouse opens and Squire rushes in red faced and breathing hard. 

“M’Lord – I have received word that we have a buyer for goods!  You must go into the mountains again!”

Septimus sets his drink down with a thunk, and the empty vessel falls on its side.  “I knew that there be no rest for the wicked,” he grins, “but never did I think just what that would mean for one so wicked as I.  No time for even a quiet night of ale!  Squire-“ he flips the boy a silver and some coppers - ”settle my bill.   I’m for the stable.  We’ll start travel at first light.  I have some items I need to pack!”
Title: Re: The Black Lion Tavern
Post by: (RIP) Septimus Balliot on 24 June, 2012, 03:19:02 AM
Septimus enters the tavern and throws down a nicked and abused longsword.

"Well, I said I would be collecting resources.  The resources stolen from the people of Milan."

Grabs a tankard from the host and hoists it towards the sky. 

"Our opponents fought valiantly and brought down many of our comrades, but we are here to drink to a great victory for our allies in Milan.  I give thanks to the Highest that we prevailed at Grisons.  I drink also to the bravery of our opponents, however weak their claim."

"Now!" he sayds, and pours his tankards content into an oddly shaped white cup "Let us drink in earnest!  To Savoy!  To Victory!!"
Title: Re: The Black Lion Tavern
Post by: (RIP) Aurion Thorsimund on 24 June, 2012, 04:08:03 AM
Thorsimund strode into the Black Lion Tavern after his trip back from Grissons. The atmosphere was already lively and merry as news of the Battle of Grissons had already reached the people. He spied Septimus talking with a group who were intently listening to his story of the battle.

"Carrie, get me a drink! My usual! Thorsimund bellowed to be heard above the boisterous crowd.

Soon Carrie arrived with his usual tankard of ale. "Someday you'll make someone a fine wife, me dear." Thorsimund said as he slipped her some coins for the drink.

"Perhaps, but not to you, at least not until you learn how to bathe properly." she replied with a wink and a smile. Several patrons guffawed and slapped Thorsimund on the back. Thorsimund couldn't help but laugh himself. Carries quick wit and sharp tongue was always entertaining.

Thorsimund walked back to where Septimus was telling the story "...and they outnumbered us two to one. Our opponents fought valiantly and brought down many of our comrades, but we are here to drink to a great victory for our allies in Milan.  I give thanks to the Highest that we prevailed at Grisons.  I drink also to the bravery of our opponents, however weak their claim."

Everyone cheered and drank to the toast that Septimus made.

Thorsimund spoke up, "Brothers, we've done a great thing. We helped our friends in Milan, and we've kicked the invaders out of the Alpines. Today was a good day!" Thorsimund raised his tankard and shouted "Savoy VICTOR! HUZZAH!" and drained his tankard dry and slammed it down on the table. The crowd shouted their own cheers and drank their drinks as well.

Title: Re: The Black Lion Tavern
Post by: (RIP) Septimus Balliot on 27 June, 2012, 07:48:17 PM
With a pounding head and several days worth of whiskers (even Barbarians shave once in a while!)  Septimus rises from a pile of hay where the tavern owner had deposited him after long hours of revelry.

I have not the capacity I had as a stipling - he thinks, and stirs himself from the straw under the baleful gaze of a mule, who looks with interest at Septimus bed.

"Sorry, squire!  'Tis yours for the eating." he quips to the animal.  His knees pop as he rises to his full height and strides back towards his workshop.

"Things to do, places to burn!"