(1867-02-24) Two Aequorans, a Galenthian and a Perky Porpoise
Two Aequorans, a Galenthian and a Perky Porpoise
Summary: Thomas, Tavi and Yves talk over a bottle of Ryaltan Rum. Smuggled of course.
Date: 2/24/1867
Related: Just spreading news. So anything related to that.
NPCs: {$npc}
Players:
Tavi  Thomas  Yves  


The Perky Porpoise
The Perky Porpoise
2/24/1867

Just another night at the Porpoise. The Perky Porpoise. Tavi grins a little, just a little, at that name. It's always made him smile a little inside. As such the Pirate saunters in and takes his usual spot at the bar, doffing his hat and placing it on the bar a little to his left. "My Good man, I do believe I'd like a rum. Not that swill from the South, but some good old fashion Ryalta gold."

The Bar Keep looks at his glass. Looks at Tavi. Then sets the glass down in fornt of the Pirate, pops the cork ona green bottle and pours an amber liquid into the glass before the pirate.

Tavi for his part replies by placing a silver hammer on the counter. "Keep the change, but keep the bottle nearby. A man gets lonely wihtout company." He winks to the bar Keep even as the man snorts and moves off. Leaving the green bottle of the amber liquid next to the Cavalier's hat that the Pirate is always wearing.

Tavi turns and leans casually on the counter of the bar, lifting the liquid to his lips to take in the flavor of the drink. He scans the room carefully, his eyes lingering on more than one half laced bodice.

After a lovely couple of days of oath swearing, drinking and feasting with the heretofore barbarian Njorfolk cum Galenthian federates, Thomas boarded a ship at the behest of his Duke, Gauvain Tarris, in order to swoop around the continent to Four Corners to conduct some business. This is like to be the Eastern Baron's life now; comfort and leisure be damned, duty comes first and the Duke needs a representative of the Eastern Province to be present in the new international city at least some times.

A quick journey by sea saw the Easterners arriving in port this afternoon. After settling in their manse, Thomas has decided to come down to the Porpoise for a few cups of wine. The Baron wears a padded gambeson, likely more as protection against the chill than anything else, carrying his usual array of sword and such. A sewn silver badge on his chest declares his Chandus heritage, as does the duo of men he's with, who are now off at a table with a pair of only semi-savoury looking women. Thomas, previously at the fireplace, steps towards the bar and incidentally stops next to Tavi. The man gets a quirked eyebrow and a nod.

Yves had to get out. Even if it's for a few hours, keeping him cooped up like their esteemed guest is not going to do anyone any good. Attired in a mix of light and dark, he passes a couple of the exiting patrons with a careful side step to avoid bumping into him. Again. Not the thing he wants, moving towards the bar with a nod to the two men either there or recently arriving. Lifting a hand to flag down the bartender, it'll be awhile before he's seen to.

The Cavalier or Pirate, or Knight or however one wishes to describe Tavi Deverout on that particular day gives a nod back to Thomas. "Well. Southern by the looks of you eh?" He says with a wry grin. "Eastern given yer colors eh mate?" He nods once. "Tarris folk. You all love your horses."

He sips his Rum and says softly, "A little too much sometimes…"

Clearing his throat, Tavi looks over to Thomas and offers his hand. "Sir Octavian Deverot, beholden to no house, but of Aequor. Pleasure ta meet you." Before Thomas can order, he reaches around the bar and now with glass in hand pours the Southern Lord a glass of Ryalta's finest Amber Rum. Which is to say it doens't taste like watered piss…

Much.

As Yves comes up, Tavi grins and snags a second glass. When the bartender gives him THE LOOK. Tavi jsut slides two more hammers onto the counter. The Pirate turns to Yves and offers a glass of the same Amber stuff. "Drink it. Ya look like yer fit to kill a Kentaire Privateer." He sips his dirnk and gestures wiht it casually, "Something I do not recommend doing. At least not wihtout some freinds."

"Horses have their place. I travel on foot when possible, sir." Thomas fully turns towards Tavi and shakes the offered hand firmly, smiling on one side of his mouth. "Baron Thomas Chandus of Repton March, at your service." Glancing at the rum, and in particular the bottle it came from, both eyebrows now rise upward. "Ryaltan rum? Thank you, sir. I'd not known many to have connections to the pirate nation, truth be told, nor had I seen much of their rum." He takes a sip, considering it and then grinning broadly. "This is excellent." Yves gets a thoughtful nod. "Lord d'Martine, well met. This is Sir Octavian Deverot."

"While likely soothing in its own way, no. I think not," Yves begins dryly, head tipping in Tavi's direction as his eyes flicker over to Thomas with recognition. "Baron Chandus. Apologies for not recognizing you sooner. When everything is not descending into chaos around you, everyone looks different in normal situations. I trust that you have been well," he asks before turning back to Tavi with less of a smile but one of consideration. "'Sir'? A knight?" Whether he has the look or not remains to be determined.

"The sight of a man swooping forth with sword and shield in hand, or, as in my case, a bloody hand cannon shot to the chest is… different from that drinking a fine glass of Ryaltan rum at the bar, courtesy of our new friend, Sir Octavian." Thomas dips his head in acknowledgement of the last bit. "I have. I was wounded just before the new year and spent most of the rest of the time in the Holy City at Saint Lanard's Way. I am very disappointed in how things are turning out, truth be told. And you?"

"Ah. You two know each other? Good! Only one of us is a stranger than." Tavi says and tips his drink back to contemplate the glass. "And just Tavi. Octavian is used by me mum, or by the Court. Take your pick." He winks and sips once more. "As for Ryalta. Well. I was a Pi - Privateer before I was a knight in the Queen's service." Another grin and a wink. "Nothing too dramatic and certianly haven't been in anything one would call a battle. A few crossed swords agianst bandits, but mostly Tourneys."

"Frankly, I find that the word 'disappointed' is a sore understatement for recent events." As to what Yves has been up to? He doesn't remark about his extra activities directly. "More of the same from the last time you and I saw each other in that city," he says to Thomas before pushing away from the bar with a flourish - an Aequorian flourish out of habit. "Lord Yves d'Martine, Sir Tavi. We should have a talk in the upcoming weeks about a certain prince that seems to have gotten himself into trouble."

"I knew another Privateer, though from Galenthia. Captain Lady Isabella Laqant." Thomas doesn't elaborate, instead shrugging his padded shoulders. He grunts an acknowledgement at Yves status and does not pry any further; at least not here. "Yes… that has certainly been troubling, this matter."

The Amber liquid also spits out of his mouth as well as it goes down the mouth. At the mention of a Prince in trouble, he spit takes, but manages to not hit Thomas or Yves. He wipes hsi mouth wiht the back of his hand then looks to Yves beofre he turns to the bar and pours another out of that green bottle. "Ah. So you HAVE heard of me eh?" He nods and sips, properly this time, to Yves. "We should. I've been looking for him."

Then he looks to Thomas. "Ah Isabella. Is there any more fine than the Lady Laqant? He Maidenly form standing in the breeze of the ocean's sweet kiss." He sighs and then toasts toward Thomas, "Here's to Red Heads whom we'll never have aye?"

Thomas has pointedly not heard of Tavi, but doesn't mention it during the interplay between him and Yves. When Tavi turns to him and Yves ambles back off, the Baron laughs, raising his glass. "To them, indeed! She's a fiery woman. Surprising, but I suppose not. Speaking of mariners, Sir Tavi, we've got an interesting bunch just settled in the East."

Tavi raises an eyebrow as he toasts with Thomas. "Interesting bunch in the East? Did the Empire finally come over the mountian again?" He leans casually on the bar and sips his drink while he looks at the Baron, attentively listening.

"If the Empire came over the mountains again, Sir Tavi, I would be on the front lines with my men and a sword in my hand. No, not the Empire; rather, the Njorfolk. There is a group of them now living east of Duval, clawing out a village. They'll be federates, essentially." Maybe Thomas has had too much to drink? He's not normally this forthcoming, especially with people he does not know.

Tavi's drink pauses on the way to his lips before he looks to Thomas. "Bloody White Hallers in Galenthia and your Queen isn't sending all you Crazed Easterners to ride them down?" He shakes his head and chuckles before he sips his drink. "BLoody strange times my friend."

"It caught me off guard at first, too." Admits Thomas, shrugging and draining his glass of rum. "I'd not had many dealings with them. My first time in Four Corners was after the Great Raid. But… they will be useful. The land is fallow and our population depleted. They will farm, we will establish a relationship with them and they can perhaps be interested in… explorations." He smirks.

There is a little bit of a light laugh as Tavi hears the word "Explorations." He looks over to Thomas and sets his now empty glass on the counter. "So. What you're telling me is the East now has Barbarian Privateers, who are some of the best sailors in the oceans?" He shakes his head and refills his glass. "From no navy to one hell of one." He salutes Thomas and winks. "Nicely done."

"I'm not sure that we have a navy… at this point. Perhaps in the future, Sir Tavi." Thomas raises his glass, as well. "We shall see, yes? I'm no sailor, but rather a soldier."

Tavi grins and sips his drink and he nods sagely. "Oh. They're Njorvolk. They'll have ships in no time if there is ANY wood near you." He nods once. "Me? I'm a sailor. Just been land locked for a long while." He shrugs a shoulder. "I do miss the salty wind, the swaying deck, and the snap of canvas." He sighs. "One day, mayhaps I'll find the way to the seas again, but not before I do my duty."

"We have much wood in the East." Comments Thomas, sipping more of his rum. "And what is your duty, if I might ask, sir?"

Tavi pauses as he swills the drink. He knows he shouldn't answer, but what the hell. He's drunk. Not that he'd admit it. "I was a Cavalier." He says with a shrug. "Until the King, under advisement of that blasted Cardinal, had us disbanded." He shakes his head. "Finest bloody knights in the West. Took three of you Glaenthians to take one of my brother's in the last tournament." He gives Thomas a wink, "None were fomr the East though. So that might be a good brawl if I say so," He sips his rum again. "Now? I do what the Queen asks, when she asks. Sorta Knight Errant I guess."

"I'm no tourney knight, so no offense taken." Thomas winks in return. "Perhaps that question was ill phrased. How do you see your duty unfolding, with this latest turmoil?"

"Same as before my Lord." Tavi says evenly. "Protect the royal family, and try not to loose my flaming head in the process." He shakes his head and looks to teh rafters, "Which. If hanging around that d'Armaz woman is any indicator, is more difficult than I thought!"

"Lady Myrana? I've fought alongside her in Rikton, but I do not know much of her background. The world is fluid, Sir Tavi. Standing firm is paramount to success in our affairs." Thomas says, rubbing his hands together.

Tavi grins to Thomas and salutes him wiht teh glass again. "Oh aye! That it is. I'm glad she had such as yourself in Rikton." He takes a deep breath and lets it out. "The Lady is naught but a maid, a maid wiht a sting that's for sure. But innocent and maidenly all the same. So, her, trapped in Rikton? I only hope she sleeps well."

Thomas shakes his head, and remains silent for a moment or two. He pours himself, and Tavi, more rum. "It was… well, I don't know how to describe it. Chaos. Utter and complete. Evil as I've never seen it. I grew up around death, but RIkton was different."

"Hard to believe a place like that to be consumed by evil." Tavi says shaking his head. "And to think they believe the Prince, the one Prince left ot he Royal family is behind this?" He nods to Thomas in thanks and sips the Rum. "Bloody madness."

"The magic was strong. I never believed in magic until then. The Dark One was there. I know it." Thomas purses his lips, frowning. "That idea is.. absurd. The Church must be cleaned from whatever is ailing it. It's our only hope."

Tavi just nods. What else is there to say? He sips the rum and sets the glass down casually. A little drunkenly, so it makes a tunk on contact with the counter. "The church cleaned. Strange words. Strange times." He shakes his head. "Well. All we cna do is hope somebody finds whomever did this … Magic … And kills him good. Whomever or whatever they may be. Ram a Sidhe Steel balde up the arse sideways."

"Perhaps we need men and women ready to do what needs to be done. People with others behind them, people willing to do things on their own. To ram the steel, as you say." Thomas says.

Tavi gives a grin, and a toast in Thomas' direction with his glass. "Here to that my Southron companion." He downs his drink and sets the glass on the counter agian. This time the tunk is a weeee bit louder. "Dunno wha'tle take to g'tha people to do tha though."

Thomas grins sloppily, raising his glass. "We're going to do what we need to do. We'll talk when we're not so sloshed, ya, Sir Tavi?"

Tavi nods emphatically. "Who'sh Shloshed Shouthron?" is sort of slurred as the drink begins to merily catch up to him. "But yesh. Talk more when not… Ene… Ene… With drink."

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