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| [R+]The Dragon's Tavern | |
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| Topic Started: 4 Sep 2008, 12:47 AM (242 Views) | |
| Mira Darkmoon | 4 Sep 2008, 12:47 AM Post #1 |
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Aingeal Malarkey, known only as Angel in the Dragon's Tavern, placed the three tankers of Ale in front of the three men. She didn't like sailors and they knew it. "Humph." is all she says before going to get another round of Ale to pass around. She could hate them all she wanted, but she needed the gold to keep her tavern running. "Be nice Angel, you'll have them running like dogs with their tails between their legs with that look on your face." One of girls says before handing her another round of Ale. "Sorry, just caught up today." She says, not saying what she was caught up in. She's off again before they can even ask her. She doesn't even look at the man she sets the ale in front of before she spins and is off again, delivering ale to the men. "Angel slow down, you're going to scare them now." the girl laughs at her. Angel smiles slightly before taking four plates of food and heads to the back table. She gives the young men a smile before heading back once they have their food. However half way there a very drunk man grabs her about the middle. "How about we have some fun, hm?" She could tell he was English as well as drunk. She grabs his tankerd and pours it over his head. In his shock he lets go of her. "Keep your hands off of me, you ass." She says, slapping her hand on her thigh, as if to tease him. "I don't belong to no man in this land and that inculdes your drunken self." She says with pure venom an heads to the counter with a swish of her hips. She knew how to tease a man and tease him good. Some men called her a fairy some times, others an Angel. Once a man had once called her "My Angel", but...well she'd never seen him again. That man still had her heart, though if she saw him she'd slap him first chance she got. She didn't take to being hurt too well. She looks out the window at the three ships, which had been there for a few weeks now. Angel was slightly curious, though she'd never admit it, if maybe Brandon's Ship was there. She shakes her head and gets back to work. "Jule, give me a sweet ale can ya." She says and drowns the the glass in no time flat. She hands the empty glass to Jule and takes two plates and with the swish of her hips, walks towards a table in the far back corner. There was only one man there so she was wondering why he'd ordered two plates. Odd, unless he was waiting for some one. Edited by Mira Darkmoon, 6 Sep 2008, 06:16 PM.
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| Ryudo | 7 Sep 2008, 06:33 AM Post #2 |
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The sea shook violently against the wood planks, the sky threatened to send another torrential down pour. The wind blew as well, a cold harsh wind that sent a chill down everyone's spine. In truth, the weather had lightened up considerably since last night. Last nights storm was comparable to a tempest from the heavens, it shook children from their beds, and even sent adults running for cover. Though frightening on land, the true brunt of the storm lay at sea. Like some sort of nightmare the water churned and bubbled while sleets of rain rattled against the ship endlessly. One ship was unfortunately caught up in the middle of the storm, the Angela Star, her Captain fearlessly attempted to sail her through the storm, but he was forced to dock on the only strip of land he could find. Ireland. “Son of a bitch!” Brandon Scott walked around the deck assessing the damage; he carefully stepped across a couple of cannon balls rolling loose around the deck. He looked around and watched his crew hustle and bustle around the decks. As he watched, he noticed the men seemed to not be focusing on their assigned tasks as much as they were looking up fearfully at the sky. He needed to keep moral up, the last thin Brandon needed was a bunch of cowards filled with doubt about their captain. Brandon decided to act quickly, cut the snakes head off and end the insubordination. He jumped onto the bottom step leading up to the helm, and addressed the crew, “Look at you all, what a sorry lot…” He looked down at the men before him, they avoided his gaze, “What are you all looking at, when I am speaking, you give your attention to me!” He yelled vehemently, the crew all looked up at him, he had gotten their attention. He began to mock them, “What’s the matter, afraid of a little rain?” He looked around accusatorily, “The only rain you should be worryin’ about is the rain of leather, that comes from the lashin’ you sorry-ass dogs ‘ll get if you don’t start actin’ like men! Do YOU understand me? Cause next time I ain’t gonna ask nicely!” Again his searing gaze swept over the crew, “Now get back to work, before ya’ make me angry!” With that the crew instantly snapped into attention, and then ran about clumsily, attempting to perform their jobs in a more satisfactory way. I really do hate having to talk with all those rough words, ain’t and what not are not supposed to be a part of my rhetoric. Brandon laughed to himself, as he casually continued his saunter around the ship. Brandon looked up at the sky, and then at the town. His eyes landed on a sign, revealing where his ship had actually made port. In that instance, the oncoming storm seemed childish compared to what lay only a few feet away. Brandon saw the small town, with the ever-so-familiar tavern in the distance, “Son of a bitch…” He knew that he would eventually have to adventure into that town, for food and supplies, but perhaps it would be best to do it under the cover of night. That could help things get less complicated. |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 7 Sep 2008, 04:13 PM Post #3 |
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Angel was getting fed up with everyone after another drunk had grabbed her. "That does it! Out! Everyone get out of my damn tavern! Now!" She yells and everyone splits, even the girls. She puts up the closed sign and goes behind the bar and pours herself a glass of strong ale. She sits on the bar drinking ale. "Damn you Brandon." She mutters as she drinks her third glass. "Leave me and go off after you promised me you'd always be with me." She mutters to herself. That ship had been bothering her since it had landed in the port. "I should just go and make sure it isn't his..." She mutters to herself as she takes another drink. "Damn men. Ain't worth the trouble they give me. Phe, he's probably got some other woman who's much more beautiful as his wife now." she says, crying slightly. She was more then a little drunk. Angel was a very emotional woman, with a temper that could make a grown man run for his life. "I swear I'll kill him if I ever see him..." She mutters. "I'm done with men. I'll just die alone. Much better then the heartbreak men give." She says, on her seventh ale now. "I'll give the tavern to one of my girls when I'm old an ugly..." She mutters to herself. Edited by Mira Darkmoon, 7 Sep 2008, 05:25 PM.
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| Ryudo | 10 Sep 2008, 02:46 AM Post #4 |
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Brandon stared blankly at the town before him, thoughts flew before his eyes, Angel was there. He knew it, felt it, in his bones. Brandon had to make sure that his crew didn't notice his feelings. For a fearless leader, he could not allow his crew to even harbor a shadow of a doubt it in him. He expected these men to follow him to the end of the earth, and they would not stand beside him if he faltered. As he looked out at the town, his first mate approached him, John Cath, a short, stocky man who had been Brandon's right hand man for three years. Brandon could hear his heavy footsteps approach, and Brandon turned to meet him, "Mr. Cath, I do hope that you are bringing me good news," Brandon stared intently at him, it was true, Brandon wanted to hear good news, the first mate began to open his mouth, when Brandon interrupted him, "else it would not be hard for me to find a replacement." Cath looked intently at Brandon, and then mustered up his courage, "Captain Scott, I regret to inform you that the honorable Angela won't be sailin' out of this port anytime soon. She needs exstensive..." Again the first mate was cut off by Brandon, who's anger was rising, "Mr. Cath, I would like you to examine the information you are about to bring to me," Brandon let the words hang in the air for a few seconds, "because I haven't the foggiest idea why your bringing it to me, as I was under the impression I had requeted good information. Now Mr. Cath, if you are indeed informing me that my beautiful Angela will not be able to sail, I would ordinarily have your head for such insuboridance." Brandon looked around the ship, "But seeing that there is not a single man here who could lead the group of ingrates I call a crew even half decently I will spare you. This once, but next time Mr. Cath, next time will be much more...interesting." The first mate didn't move, frozen in his tracks, unable act, Brandon could be quite intimidating when the situation called for such actions. As the first mate began to leave, Brandon stopped him, "One more thing Mr. Cath, not a single sole save for me and those who I ellect, are allowed to leave the ship. With no exceptions, or I will have your head Mr. Cath. Now get a move on it!" And with that Mr. Cath hurried away from the Capatain, and went back to his work. As night fell Brandon decided that he would have to venture into the town, no sense in postponing the inevitable. Brandon wanted a drink terribly, but he decided against it, lest he run into her. As the sun set behind the ocean, Brandon descended from the Angela Star into the ever-so-familiar town. As Brandon walked along the familiar dirt streets, images of his three month stay flooded back to him. When his mind finally cleared, he was standing in front of The Dragon's Tavern. Brandon had fought the Spanish, he had fought barbarians, and a multitude of other miscreets who would have liked nothing more then to tear him limb from limb, yet he knew that a something worse resided in the walls of the tavern, the wrath of a woman scorned. Brandon looked around, checking to see if there were any other pubs, but his search was met with failure. Perhaps she left, yes it is very likely that she left, or maybe she's forgotten about me...No, that's impossible, no one could forget Brandon Scott. That's the problem... Brandon took a deep breath, and entered the Dragon's lair. |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 10 Sep 2008, 02:55 PM Post #5 |
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"Can't you read, the sign says closed." She says, not even looking at him. She picks up the glasses and puts them in the sink, ignoring him for a moment. When she turns around to face him her face turns red with anger. "Brandon Scott!" She yells at him before stalking towards him. The alcohol in her blood wasn't helping her any, but making her anger worse. She slaps him across the face. "You have a lot of nerve coming in here. What do you want, Brandon?" She says, glaring at him. "Why are you back here in my tavern Brandon?" she says, looking at him, her voice cracking slightly. "You really shouldn't be here Brandon. Not now." She mutters turning away from. She could wrap her mind around the fact that he was actually here. She starts cleaning a nearby table, trying to calm herself down. |
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| Ryudo | 11 Sep 2008, 01:25 AM Post #6 |
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Brandon walked into the tavern, regretting every step, as he proceeded he looked around the dark room. He noticed that not much had changed, the same paint, same furniture, and the exact same smell. It was comforting at first, Brandon easily recognized the interior, but soon it donned on Brandon that indeed nothing had changed, which made him more than a little nervous. Brandon walked up to the bar, and saw that no one was behind it. He then looked a few tables over, and his heart skipped a beat. There she was, with her back to him, her beautiful red hair was a giveaway. Brandon approached her, she apparently hadn’t noticed him yet, I'll catch her by surprise, take her by the shoulders and kiss her passionately. Yes! That undoubtedly will make her forget her anger, in a flourish of emotion we will be reunited, and in my arms she will forget what has happened! *SMACK* Brandon walked right into that one, it didn’t hurt, as much as it did surprise him. In an instant she was on him, screaming questions wildly, making irreverent remarks, and wildly running about the room. It would appear she hasn't forgotten... Brandon endured the flurry of questions, and when the fury had finally died down he began to speak, “Angel! It has been too long, yet you appear to not have grown a day older,” Brandon eyed her up and down, it was the truth, she looked just as beautiful as the day Brandon had left, “perhaps I should explain why I am here. I was caught in the middle of the storm that ravaged the earth yesternight, I bravely lead my crew to safety, and though not a man perished that dreaded night, my vessel was in need of repairs. So I stopped at the nearest stretch of inhabitable land, and by God’s divine will, the place I landed was here. As to why I have appeared in your tavern, I am not entirely sure. At first notion I believed I needed a drink,” Brandon slowly walked over to Angel where she was cleaning a table, and he put a hand on her shoulder, “now I know that the true reason I came here was to see you, my Angel.” |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 11 Sep 2008, 02:19 PM Post #7 |
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"You have no right to call me that. You left me Brandon. I thought you didn't want anything to do with me anymore. I thought your words the day before had meant nothing to you.." She says through her tears. "You have to understand, the pass five years haven't been kind to me." she says her voice bitter. She turns to face him and denies herself to even look him in the eyes. It wouldn't be a good idea. Her icy blue eyes stare at the ground instead. "You left me with more questions then should be allowed with any such relationship. I was just another woman to you, wasn't I? Brandon...why did you leave me?" she asks. "You know, I was wondering when those ships docked if maybe your ship was there. If just by chance you had come back to Ireland. But I couldn't make myself go look. Then I got irritated with my customers and threw them and my girls out. I'm a horrible woman." She says with a laugh. Edited by Mira Darkmoon, 12 Sep 2008, 02:17 PM.
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| Ryudo | 18 Sep 2008, 01:08 AM Post #8 |
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Brandon listened to her, well, half listened to her, she did have a tendency to go on. Finally she finished with a laugh, she opened her mouth to speak again but Brandon caught her. He kissed her, full with passion, and then broke the kiss. "Sweet heart, please. It t'was not some sort of chance that brought me here, it was fate. Since I left there hasn't been a day that I haven't thought of you." He smiled at her, he might as well keep going, perhaps he could weasel his way out of this one, "Angel, you haven't changed since the first time I saw you, and I mean that. Believe me, had I been able to stay with you, I would have. I wish I could go back all those years ago, and make myself stay, but... The past is the past, and you will always be my Angel. Besides, you are not a horrible woman, you are a beautiful young lady, who has grown more attractive with age." That had to melt her, please, please, please let that work! Again Brandon simply smiled at her, and then he went in for another passionate kiss to seal the deal. |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 19 Sep 2008, 08:35 PM Post #9 |
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"Don't think for a mot that I'm going to forgive ya for leaving me. Because I ain't and you know that." She says. "But I won't be throwing ye out. Now, so you don't have to lie to your crew, how about some ale?" She says, walking towards the bar with a swish of her hips. She was making him pay for leaving her all those years ago. She was going to make him suffer, not for too long but for long enough. "Besides, won't your boys be wondering where you been off to, hm?" She says turning towards him with the ale in her hand and mischief in her eyes. Angel was never an angel, her parents had named her wrongly. She was a siren of the sea, or so a few sailors had told her a time or two, before she had turn to hating men of the sea. A small smile appears on her lips, she was up to something. |
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| Ryudo | 23 Sep 2008, 03:25 AM Post #10 |
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Brandon watched her walk away, swishing her hips, he smiled a bit, she was beautiful. Of course she won't forgive me, it's my luck...Wait, I can't give up now, not I Brandon Scott. No, she is just playing hard to get, but I'll have her in no time! But it would be best if I don't drink to much, I must be on my best game, lest I slip up. "Of course Angel I would love a drink, I am quite parched. And as for my crew, they do what they're told, and thats it. Mayhaps they'll have a few questions, but I guess that’s normal, I'll answer their questions with a response worthy of their insubordination, a good beating will suffice." As he spoke he couldn't take his eyes of her, she was mesmerizing. “Now my Angel, you can’t stay mad at me forever, everyone is played by the devil once and a while, but it is a rare that one escapes the devils oh-so marvelous snares. The devil played me indeed, and fostered in my heart a need to leave you those long years ago, and for a time I was caught in the devil’s grip. But I have escaped, and we should rejoice, for every fortnight since my escape from the devil’s grasp has been spent pondering you my sweet Angel.” Brandon knew that all those speech lessons he had taken as a boy would pay off some day, perhaps today was the day. He could only hope that Angel would soon forget the past, and fall into Brandon’s arms as she had those years ago. |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 23 Sep 2008, 04:13 AM Post #11 |
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"Brandon, don't try sweet talking your way out of this! I can stay mad as long as I want!" She says thrusting the ale into his hand, angry. He was lucky she didn't dump it on him. She didn't like sweet talkers. It was all empty promises to her. She walks towards the back, deciding she'd leave him and go get some shut eye. "You know where the door is. If you are looking for an easy woman, go back to that country of yours!" She shouts, opening the door to the stairs that led to her home above the tavern. "Who does he think he is telling me I can't be mad at him...." She mutters climbing up the stairs, not even bothering to shut the door behind her. Brandon always made her angry at the simplest things. She'd brought him up here many times before. He'd come up here on his own, without permission the first time. He'd most likely do it again, but she didn't remember that part of information. Besides, she was sure he didn't really come to talk to her. |
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| Ryudo | 25 Sep 2008, 03:43 AM Post #12 |
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Brandon watched her storm off, he loved the way she looked, even the way she walked, when she was angry. In truth she could stay mad at him forever, that was well within her powers. He took a large swig of the beer, truly amazing. He drank again, it was what he had been craving for so long. As he drank he cast his eyes about the room, and to where she had exited. As he drank he noticed something, she had left the door open. Instantly he remembered that first night of magic, how he had followed her and how they had... Brandon snapped out of it when he noticed that his ale was empty. Though he had originally came for the ale, he realized that there was something inside of him that no ale could satisfy. He looked up towards her room again, and then back at the empty glass. I should go up there...for more ale...yes exactly, that’s what I need, more ale. Brandon sat there for a few minutes, mustering up the courage to make the walk he had performed so many times before, Snap out of it Brandon, this is no different than that first night you walked up those stairs. You've done it before, you can do it again! Brandon stood from his seat, glass in hand, and quietly walked up the stairs. He paused for a minute, then entered. |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 25 Sep 2008, 06:06 PM Post #13 |
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"Stupid men. Why in hell's name did I open a tavern?! I should have opened a tailor shop instead! Much safer indeed! Humph." She says walking to her small kitchen and tossing her apron on the chair. She paces, muttering angrily to herself now. She heads to her room and decides to pace in there instead. She slowly sits down on her bed, her head in her hands. "I am a horrible, horrible woman. My temper seems to be getting the better of me again..." She mutters to herself. She lets out a sigh as she sits there, deep in thought. |
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| Ryudo | 5 Oct 2008, 07:19 PM Post #14 |
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Brandon looked into her room, he couldn't see her, but he knew she was in there. She would be happy to see him, not at first, but she'll warm up to him. Brandon smiled, indeed, she'll melt in my arms, and well go back to where we once were. Brandon walked into the room, it was a beautiful room, like everything else about her. "Angel, where are you sweet heart?" |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 6 Oct 2008, 03:13 AM Post #15 |
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She stands up and walks into the hallway so she could see him. She leans against the door frame. She watches him for a while before she speaks up. "I'm right here, Dear." She says, a small smile on her face. She didn't feel like being mad at him any more, sure she might be in the morning but not tonight. "So what was your plan, seduce me into forgetting I was mad?" She says, moving towards him slowly. |
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| Ryudo | 12 Oct 2008, 10:41 PM Post #16 |
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Angel was the most beautiful woman Brandon had ever laid eyes on, that much was certain, Brandon watched as she sensually walked towards him, I. did it. I knew that I could...wait a minute, why was this so easy...oh well, she’s beautiful, and I haven't been with a woman for longer than I care to remember.. Brandon walked towards her and took her in his arms, he did it gently though manly, he wanted to show her that he hadn't changed. "My Angel, I am so glad you have forgotten your anger," he smiled at her, and moved in closer, "let me help you forget even more." With that Brandon kissed her on the lips, This is going to be the start of a wonderful night, I can just feel it. *** The crew of the Brandon's ship all were working about their posts, the first mate was chewing out one of the sailors, when a young man approached him, "Excuse me sir, names Fess," He took off his cap and bowed awkwardly, "I was just wonderin' where the captain was, shouldn't we be a bit worried? Been an awful long time since he left." The young man looked at the first mate intently, however the first mate simply smiled, "Where is are most benevolent Captain you ask?" A few men who were listening on in the conversation laughed, "My guess, Fess my boy, is that the Captain is off gettin' his fancies tickled by some woman of the night." A few crewmen cheered out loud, Fess looked up at the first mate with a look of surprise, "Well then who runs the ship?" Upon that question the whole ship went silent, the first mate was a good man, but one thing he was known for was his temper, "Who in all the seven bloody hells do you think runs this ship you rotten-ass ingrate. Of course it's bloody me you imbecile!" With that the first mate punched the man, and sent him careening to the floor. "Anyone else have any stupid questions?" He pulled out his pistol, "cause I have a simple answer." Upon hearing those words everyone returned to their duties, "Someone carry this boy down to the brig, and let him figure out who is in charge while he rots." |
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| Mira Darkmoon | 12 Oct 2008, 11:52 PM Post #17 |
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"I'll forget my anger for now dear. I don't want it when you are so close after so long." She mutters as she kisses him, her arms around his neck. "Though I do wonder about that crew of yours, they won't cause your first mate any trouble, will they dear?" She says as she lays her head against his chest. Oh how she had missed him. It seemed longer then just five years that her heart had been broken since he left. She feared he'd leave again but she would be happy in his arms for now. She could deal with her broken heart when he left again. "I almost forgot how much I loved you..." She whispers. |
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