(1874-06-24) Drinks Ahoy!
Drinks Ahoy!
Summary: Mercy holds a party on her ship, much drinks to be had.
Date: Monday june 24th
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NPCs: Cyndae d'Juliano
Players:
Mercy  Dertan  Myrana  Antina  Sylvain  Beowulf  Hraelfmir  

Zephyr's Call
a five masted Gallant.
Monday juin 24th

Evening, when the sun vanishes from the sky and people on board ships can drink, because of some arcadian bad luck thing. The Zephyr's Call is the scene for this Party, with it's hold and deck stacked with barrels, ales, rum and a few other nice goodies.

Mercy stands on the command deck with a smile holding a keg tapper in her hand, waiting for people to arrive so she can tap a barrel of Arcadian Royal Red, wearing a formal naval long coat along with a very nice silk dress under it.

He's late.

That's the thought of the young knight as she makes her way to the boat, a little less cheerily than before. Beowulf was supposed to come with her today, to finally meet and deal with her mother and hsi future mother in law. But he didn't show at the meeting spot and she couldn't wait forever. So she left a note with instructions on where to go and headed off herself, a bit more sulkily than before.

But it doesn't last long as she steps onto her mothers ship, at least for now things won't be /immediately/ awkward with her bringing a 'savage' as her plus one with no warning.

Antina get's tackle hugged by what most call a 'Mini Mercy' Or, Lady Cyndae as she giggles, a fox mask worn on her head, but not down over her face. "TINA! I had my first sword lession today, the instructor said I have good balance!" She says with a smile as she tugs her older sister's hand. "Come Come, ma's about to tap the first keg!" She says with a very happy smile, odd, though, that Reynard looks to be no where in sight.

Why does he always end up coming to these events? That's what Sylvain asks himself as he arrives on the ship, looking around for a few brief moments. He smiles to people as he passes them, while he moves further onto the deck, looking around to see what people he knows are present.

Antina laughs softly as she lifts cyndae up and twirls her around, before setting the child down and ruffling her hair. "Yeah? You'll have to show me sometime, I bet i know more than whatever silly teacher they've got teaching you," she whispers conspiratorially before she's being led through the ship by the hand, and coincidentally, right past sylvain, who she stops to give a quick curtsey to. "Your Highness, welcome to the party!" she offers cheerfully.

"My dear good people and friends, welcome to my little shin dig here, and to start off our little party, we should have a reason… said reason is because I said so!" Mercy says as people cheer. Then she taps a barrel of wine wit hthe keg tapper and smiles as drinks are handed about. "Drink your fill, dance, tell jokes, have some food, be happy tonight!" She says as she passes both sylvain and Antina glasses of wine and raises her own. "For Aequor, one save the queen, and protect our allies!"

Dertan moves to stand near to Sylvain. "I recall you from some of the archery contests Your Highness." He gives Sylvain a long, contemplative look. "But you were trying to hide your identity then." Mercy's words draw his attention back to the main event and he lifts his glass in polite response to the toast."

Sylvain smiles, "Thank you," he replies to Antina, before taking the glass he's offered, with a smile. As Dertan makes his way over, he offers the man a polite nod, and a smile. "Ah, that's right… Viscount Kaedon, wasn't it?" A brief pause at the mention of him trying to hide his identity, and he smiles, "I usually do, if taking place in such events. Skill should win, not other things." At the toast, he lifts his own glass with a smile.

Antina blinks a bit as she's presented with the wine, but she goes with it, toasting with a smile before taking a sip of her drink and glancing over to dertan who she offers a smile in greeding. "Viscount Kaedon," she offers cordially before her eyes flick over to Sylvain bemusedly at his statment. "Well highness, you're in Arcadia now, I promise that while we respect your status, what you can do is far more important than who you were born to," she states, and considering that she, the county heir has only recently been promoted to captain, there's definately some truth to it.

Mercy smiles as she looks over the gathered 'VIPs' "Your Highness, it's always a plasure to have you here, you never need a reason to come. AH Viscount Kaedon! How are your birds? Doing well? TINA! I'm glad you came, I sen't Viscount Chandus that missive, drink drink! Who knows when we will be able to do this again!" She says to everyone, offering hand shakes, cheek kisses, or hugs if appropriate.

"They are doing well thank you." Dertan replies to Mercy. "I trust everything here is going well?" He inclines his head politely towards Antina. "It is a pleasure to meet you once again Lady Antina." The same incline of the head but deeper is offered to Sylvain. "Viscount Dertan Kaedon."

Sylvain smiles as he hears what's said. "I really appreciate that, Lady Antina. Not all places or events are like that, which makes it more appreciated when they are." He then smiles to Mercy, before he takes a sip of the wine. "I will remember that, especially if all the wine here is as good as this," he replies to Mercy, offering another smile. He then nods to Dertan, offering the man a smile. "A pleasure to meet you more proerly than just as competitors in a contest, Viscount Kaedon."

Antina scoots away a bit to make room for her mother in the growing group, and uses the opportunity to glance towards the door. Nope, no magic appearance of the fiance, alas. Dertan and Sylvain draw her back to the conversation easily though. "You as well Viscount, I hope you enjoy your time here, or at least the booze," she remarks with a playful wink before Sylvains words give her pause. "I am sadly not suprised at that news, but rest assured, you're safe here," she murmurs before allowing him to sink into conversation with her mother.

Mercy smiles. "Yes, very safe, no one would dare touch you in my city!" Mercy says with a smile as she gets another glass. Taking a long sip she looks to the other three. "Else they'll get on the wrong side of the swift Guppy, her last battle she took out twelve pirates without breaking a sweat!" She says with a smile, and quite abit of pride.

"I felt it might be pleasant to take the time to visit." Dertan says agreeably to Antina, his eyes moving to settle briefly on Mercy. He looks back to Sylvain a moment later. "It is always pleasant to meet a fellow bowman and I understand, and appreciate, your willingness to compete without taking advantage of your rank. The archery, more so than any other competition in a tourney, tends to draw both commoner and noble alike and it must be difficult for the average commoner to put aside their awe." He glances between Antina and Mercy as they make declarations of safety.

Sylvain smiles, "I'm happy to hear that. As I'm sure my family would be knowing we're safe here," he replies, before he grins as he looks from Mercy to Antina. "Really? Twelve of them? That's impressive." He then nods at Dertan, "That is why it's better if they believe me to be someone else as well. After all, what good is winning if it means the other competitors didn't try their best?" There's a brief pause as he looks around, before he smiles again. "It looks to be a very lovely gathering," he offers to the d'Julianos.

Antina sighs and rolls her eyes in that 'embarassed teenager' look that is classic to all young children getting publically praised, a small amount of red tinging her cheeks as she worries her bottom lip with her teeth awkwardly. "I'm just good with a sword, and well, then kalifa showed her face and I saw red," she murmurs awkwardly with a chuckle before slowly gaining back her ability to look her companions in the eye. "Thank you, though don"

Antina sighs and rolls her eyes in that 'embarassed teenager' look that is classic to all young children getting publically praised, a small amount of red tinging her cheeks as she worries her bottom lip with her teeth awkwardly. "I'm just good with a sword, and well, then kalifa showed her face and I saw red," she murmurs awkwardly with a chuckle before slowly gaining back her ability to look her companions in the eye. "Thank you, though don't be fooled, within the next hour there will likely be chaos a plenty, drunk sailors and what not," she comments wryly over the rim of her drink.

Mercy chuckles. "Antina don't be modest, you;ve earned everything that's come to you, ten times over! Honestly, at your age, I'd have shit meself more than once having to do what you do without effort!" She says, the massive compliment ended with a sip of her wine. "So I have the best archer, the best swordswoman, and the best Diplomat in the west on me ship, I think that's enough luck for this old tub to win any battle!"

Sylvain is unable to hold back a chuckle as he hears Mercy's words, offering her a grin. "Ah, but that would probably depend on when the battle is. After all, from what they say, it's the best drinking crew as well, right?"

Antina bites her lip once more, glancing away at mercy's words with a shrug as amivalent as ever, but she doesn't argue anymore at least, and the prince's words bring a grin to her face. "Indeed, that's why we only drink after the sun goes down and it's too dark for invasions or battles normally!" she declares.

Mercy chuckles. "No, we drink when the sun goes down because if you are at sea and your drinking during the day, ye might catch fire.' She says as she takes a drink. "I seen it once, poor sod took a swig of grog, and just burst into flames." A bunch of older sailors around them nod in agreement."

Sylvain chuckles as he listens, taking another sip of his wine as he listens, "Interesting." That's offered to the part about catching fire.

Is the party still going? Maybe it is for they let him in, didn't they? Hraelfmir arrives quite a bit late but he /does/ arrive. He's dressed up nicely, freshly bathed and shaved with his dark hair pulled back and tied off with a silk ribbon. He is wearing He wears a deep blue velvet coat trimmed in silver with artfully carved silver buttons. Subtle, dark embroidery up the back features the writhing tentacles of a great kraken. Medium grey breeches are tucked into high black leather boots set with silver buckles. A crisp white shirt is bloused with a lighter grey silk cravat set with a large pearl with the usual ruby skull ring on his left hand.

If guests are being announced he pauses to wait a moment after giving his name and then enters into the chamber. Dark eyes look around to see who is here that he may know. The Commodore takes his time to swing by and acquire himself a glass of deep red Aequorian wine ere he will mingle.

Aelf, this is a ship party, not a ball, there's no steward to announce the new arrival, But antina's often glances towards the dock catch him and she waves happily. "ay Commodore, over here!" she calls good naturedly to draw him over before her attention shifts bac to her company, down one now that dertan is off drinking. "I've never seen that so i find that difficult to believe," she murmurs dubiously reguarding the spontaneous combustion.

Mercy looks at the Commodore and giggles. "I think our 'high class' ways are rubbing off on him, looking very nice Aelf, almost good enough to eat." She says as she offers him a clink of her glass, before draining it and getting it refilled. "And it did hapen, I was eleven, just became papa's apprentice. Poor sod… well, we gave him a propper sea burial, least he wont catch fire again." She says as she talks a sip.

Sylvain looks between the two d'Julianos as he hears this, raising an eyebrow lightly at what's said. "It's quite interesting, no matter if it has happened or not, I'd says. But even more impressive if it happened."

Antina is given an upnod from the Commodore. All dressed up like some wealthy lord, Hraelfmir smiles as he comes up and then practices a right courtly bow to Mercy, "You flatter me, Countess. I assure you, I have been practicing for years the wooing of noble ladies. It is an artform I admire." The scoundrel has a feral grin as he straightens up with the soft rustle of velvets and silks. He /is/ after all a very wealthy man these days and can afford to hire a fine taylor, and clearly does. He tastes his wine as his gaze roams over those who are gathered, coming back to Antina and her lovely mother. A smile is offered to Sylvain as well though Hraelfmir has never been introduced and has no idea who the man is.

Hraelfmir adds after studying Sylvain, "I do not believe we have been introduced. I am Commodore Hraelfmir Halborn, Aequorian Navy and Four Corners Privateer."

Mercy chuckles. "Good thing I'm just a rowdy Sailor." She says as she gives him a playful jab in the arm. "I'm only a noblewoman when i have to be, which sadly, has been more and more of late. Rather just sail around, hopefully I can retire before I'm too old to hold the helm wheel." She says with a wink to Antina. "I think my heir here would make a much more diginfyed countess."

Antina groans softly and sinks her head into her hands, though it's good natured. "But moooom i'm not stewardy enough yet~" she whines like a petulant child, grin nearly breaking her face as she eyes Aelf's attire appreciatively, but notably more for the quality of his clothes than that of the man inside them. "And the gentle turning down of rakes is an artform for us as well Commodore," she says cheekily as she finally adresses the man within those threads she admires.

Being incredibly late, Jarl Beowulf arrives to the party! he seems to be sporting a fresh-ish cut to his cheek. likely brought about by a sword's blade. he rubs the back of his neck. boy is he in for it. he finds Antina after a moment and approaches her. "Sorry that I'm a wee bit late…ran into a minor disagreement with some bandits on me way." he smiles nervously. well, a shouting match might be in store for later.

"Are you sure about this?"
"Don't be ridiculous," says Myrana, putting a kiss on her cousin's cheek before taking her leave of them and stepping aboard the Zephyr's Call, feeling the breeze that whips about her ankles and billows at the silk of her blouse. She's dressed like a litte crow, smart and decked in gold, with her white braid a bright pennant down her back and only a crown of red roses to break up the rather stark monochromatics of her appearance, along with a bold wink of gold-hued petticoats when the wind tosses her skirts about her calves and the tops of her high riding boots.

"Permission to come aboard?" she asks at the last moment of the gangplank, tucking her gloved hands behind the small of her back and looking in over the party to get a feel for it and see who all is here. The gold discs at her ears wink and glitter loudly as the white fluff of her hair is dashed about her face by the selfsame wind, causing her to rake her fingers back through her bangs to get it out of her eyes. Sylvain she espies at once, and gives a hurried bow.

Sylvain smiles, nodding in greeting to Hraelfmir. "A pleasure to meet you, Commodore," he greets the man. "I'm Sylvain al'Ramar. My father is lucky to have good men such as yourself working for him." It's said with a smile, before he looks to Mercy. "Ah, but you are far from just a rowdy sailor," he replies to her. "I mean, you are that too, of course. But not just that," he offers, before he looks around. As he spots that bow from Myrana, he offers her a smile and a polite nod in return."

Mercy blinks and looks at Sylbvain. "Oy! Me works fer me! His salary comes out of my coffers, I work fer yer father, and may he life well and with the one's blessing!" She says as she reaches for a bunch more cups, passing them out in her quite tipsy state Beowulf gets a glass, and Myrana get's two glasse,s and Mercy tries to balance the fourht glass on Aelf's head. "I dare you to drink it without useing yer hands." She says and is about to take a sip when she blinks a few times. Looking from antina, to the man who addressed her, and back to Antina. "Well, Maybe ye should introduce me at least Tina, don;t worry, the FULL title isn't nessisary." Though she does keep an eye on aelf to see if he takes the dare.

Antina blinks a bit as she stares up at the man next to her, OF COURSE when she stops checking out the docks he sneaks in like some sort of ninja jarl! Antina sighs and shakes her head with an amused smile as she traces a finger gently along the cut. "I'm sure it was nothing for you, but remember to clean it okay?" she muses softly before waving to myrana at the docks to come aboard and looking over at her mother hesitantly. "This is Beowulf C'Veyt, I remember you said you wanted to meet him, so I invited him to come," she offers before also glancing aside to the possible incoming shenanigans.

Hraelfmir bows then to Sylvain, "Al-Ramar… my Prince. A pleasure indeed to meet you." He manages to actually do it just as nicely as he did to Mercy and perhaps a tad lower, classy enough not to spill his glass of wine while doing so. As soon as he has straightened back up, Mercy is correcting the Prince and trying to set a glass on top of his head. Blythly he sidesteps to duck out beneath her glass before she might settle it and puts out his free hand to try and snag it ere she might drop it. "Only if you allow me to nestle it safely first within the warm embrace of suitable cleavage. Then I shall demonstrate my skill admirably, Admiral. I assure you that I can do /amazing/ things without using my hands." Antina gets a wink out of the 'rake' who may well be doing his best to make Antina embarassed - particularly if a very intoxicated Mercy should take Hrealf up on his offer! "I must warn you that antics beyond drinking without my hands may already be reserved by another."

Beowulf smiles lightly to Antina "Yeah, one of 'em got lucky. You should see them though." he smiles in his devious kind of way before he looks on over to Myrana. "Oh of course. It's a pleasure to meet ya." He bows his head softly to Myrana with a warm smile. Then he looks around to see other antics, like Hraelfmir flirting with ladies. "Well, I see I haven't missed the wild bits yet." he shrugs lightly with a soft chuckle.
GAME: The cool breeze has left, and the game is saved.
From afar (to Antina and Mercy), Hraelfmir (Aelf) is still a shameless flirt even if he has been keeping himself to Jas alone.

Myrana takes the two glasses, sort of startled to have them thrust at her. Now both her hands are full. She looks down at both glasses in a sort of confused predicament, not sure what to do with them. "Er, uh…" She looks up, and starts eyeballing people for a likely target to pass one off onto before Mercy can notice.

Sylvain smiles, nodding a little as he listens to them all. There's a grin offered to Mercy at her words. "Of course," he replies, with a smile, before he takes another sip from his drink. Also moving around a bit to speak with some of the other guests for a little while.

Mercy chuckles. "Well no one's fightin yet, so either not enough drink or two much drink. Ooh-rah marines! Bring the rum!" She says as about three bottles find their way on top of the barrel of arcadian red Mercy is pouring her wine from. All spiced Rum. She gets two smaller glasses and pours a shot for each, handing one to Hraelfmir "To your health!" She says as she takes the shot easy and then looks right at Aelf. "Commodore, I'd break you in half and leave you a mewling cabin boy, with a smile as big as the sea, just hope you;d be able to walk after." She says as she takes a sip of wine. "Your highness, if you do get to much of a wine in you, go ahead and find a guest room in the palace."

Antina giggles as she notices the predicament myrana has found herself in and sidles over to discreetly take the extra booze, she's run out after all, and grinning sympathetically at the woman. Her attention is quickly drawn back to the group as a whole though and she winks at beowulf. "I'm sure now that you're here my lord they will start henceforth, some drunk dueling or the like?" she teases as her mother and friends do shots, yeah, the party is quickly descending into drunkeness.

With both of his hands probably holding wine glasses already, Hraelf pours one to top up the other and finds somewhere to set the extra glass in a hurry. Then he has a hand free to accept the rum. "Promises, promises." He raises the shot glass at the toast and knocks back the spiced rum. A moment later he tucks it into the cleavage of a passing serving woman who looks rather shocked. Hraelf only smiles charmingly at her and winks. The Privateer is quick enough with solutions for too many glasses!

Beowulf chuckles a little bit to Antina. She bit him to the punch of getting booze! Either way, he stretches just a little bit. "Well, I might as well get me somethin' to drink, aye?" he teases and he gives Antina's hand a soft squeeze before getting some liquor himself! Yep, can't be at a party without it!

His eyes shift to Mercy and Hraelfmir once more, tilting his head lightly as he just chuckles. "Man, I'm happy I made it in time." he mutters lightly to himself.

Mercy chuckles as Aelf solves his problem. "I keep my promises." She says with a wink to the pirate hunter, commodore, drunk rake, man. But then she turns to looks right at Beowulf. "So, yer th' man what stole me daughter's heart eh?" Yeah, Mercy doesnt look like she could have a daughter antina's age, and antina isn't even her eldest daughter, well, she is the eldest living daughter. "Meh, she always did have a thing fer pups."

Hraelfmir has taken notice of Beowulf with his cut cheek. He studies the fellow and then observes Mercy interact with him. The Commodore tastes his wine, not actually drunk yet for he's only had a little wine and one shot of rum. In fairly passable Njor he says, "I do not believe we have been introduced."

Antina sighs a bit and shoots myrana an apologetic look as she slinks away to Beowulf's side when mercy starts talking, just incase there's some kind of drunken vrawl incoming. "He's not a pup mother, he's a great lord show some respect," she murmurs softly with a sigh and shake of her head. It's not inaccurate either, jarl to whitehall is a great lord to aequor.

"Thank you," Myrana breathes as Antina rescues her from one of the cups, wherupon she siezes upon the one remaining unit with both hands so that this can't happen all over again. And, as her cousin on the docks likely forsaw would happen, Myrana is utterly and at once lost in the party environment she finds herself in. Not in the least because this is very obviously a good deal rowdier than she anticipated. So, she takes a drink of the wine, looking very much like someone who is buying time to think.

Beowulf smiles softly to Mercy. "Nice to meet you too ma'am, though she must get her love of pups from her mum." He jabs right back at her in a friendly manner before he turns his attention to Hraelfmir, speaking right back in perfect Njorvolk. "I do not believe we have. Beowulf C'Veyt." hey, at least it was respectful that the man tried! Hraelfmir speaks fairly approvable Njorvolk. But he appears amused all the same. He turns his head with a smile to Antina. "Why thankya for the kind words, lass." he says in the common tongue easily.

Hraelfmir should speak passable Njorvolk after all the time he spent among White Hallers over the years, but not as fluently as a native speaker of course. He smiels and inclines his head politely, and switches to the common language of the west, "We do nae often see people o' White Hall here, who be o' peaceful intent. I be Hraelfmir Halfborn." Yes, his name is offered with plenty of phlem and a hint of rolled 'r's.

Mercy chuckles. "He has spirit, your father had spirit. Jarl, we will talk later, no weapons will be needed." She says as she downs the rest of her glass. "And that was respect Antina, I doubt a man like the jarl wants a posh uppity countess adressing him." She says and smirks with an evil look as she turns her head to Myrana, the love birds slightly out of mind at this point as she walks over to the short woman with a refiled glass of wine. "Only one glass Myrana? Come now, sea women like us should drink enough to drown the men." She says with a smile.

Antina lets out a breath as her mother walks away, she knows there will be talking, but right now at a party? Yeah she needs to start worrying about her image a /little/ but if she's going to attempt to marry a white haller. Antina leans her head back and smiles amiably up at beowulf as he switches back to a language she can actually speak. "will you teach me Njorvolk one day? I should very much like to learn it," she muses hopefully given she can

Antina lets out a breath as her mother walks away, she knows there will be talking, but right now at a party? Yeah she needs to start worrying about her image a /little/ but if she's going to attempt to marry a white haller. Antina leans her head back and smiles amiably up at beowulf as he switches back to a language she can actually speak. "will you teach me Njorvolk one day? I should very much like to learn it," she muses hopefully given she can't really join the conversation between the men due to the language barrier.

For someone like Myrana, parties are… mostly noise. Difficult noise, and a cloud of context swirling in the air around everyone that she finds herself struggling to really wade through. It is her habit to listen more or less unconsciously to the background noise of people talking around her, picking up on little threads of conversations and information only to discard others. At parties, it's a big hairy pile of yarn, and it overloads her poor circuits.

Sagging a little in the shoulders, Myrana D'Armaz sort of half bows over her cup of wine like a man letting out a deep theatrical sigh, though she only really appears to be looking at the floor, or at the toes of her boots. "Ah… That must be how be how that dumb hick feels," she sighs under her breath, guiltily. "How to be nice to him…"

But that's how she happens to hear, through that cheery bright assault of information, something relatively soothing: a language she doesn't understand. Myrana looks up, and finds herself watching the exchange between Beowulf and Hraelfmir, curiously.

Only to jerk a little as she senses someone looming over her suddenly out of the static. "Ah!" She jumps, guiltily. "Ah! I wasn't—! Oh, uh, ahem." She clears her throat and looks from Mercy down to her empty glass. Shit! She jerks her face back up to look at the other woman, scrambling mentally. "My brothers are always saying it only takes a bucket and some leverage."

Mercy chuckles at Myrana and winks at her. "Go drink, have fun." She urges Myranan, of course, a steward comes up and tugs on mercy;s sleeve. "What?" She turns and somthing is whispered to her. "Again? I swear, if those two try and start another skirmish war, I'm going to put them both to the lash!" She says as her cup is passed to Myrana. "Antina, keep the party going, I have to deal with some business." She doesnt look happy that she was pulled away from her party, and a buzzed and now upset countess is the last thing anyone wants to deal with, especially since she is calling for her weapons belt.

Beowulf chuckles very lightly to Mercy with a kind smile. "Sounds like a pleasant time, no?" he bows his head respectfully to her before he looks to Antina. "She does have a point." he chuckles. "formality is a pain in me arse, but eh." he chuckles. "Of course I'll teach ya lass." then he looks to Hraelfmir. "Nice ta meetya." he says in the common tongue to Hraelfmir. "Well…yer in luck today. Figure if I brought more than a few raiders, I'd be in deep shit." he chuckles happily.

Beowulf chuckles very lightly to Mercy with a kind smile. "Sounds like a pleasant time, no?" he bows his head respectfully to her before he looks to Antina. "She does have a point." he chuckles. "formality is a pain in me arse, but eh." he chuckles. "Of course I'll teach ya lass." then he looks to Hraelfmir. "Nice ta meetya." he says in the common tongue to Hraelfmir. "Well…yer in luck today. Figure if I brought more than a few raiders, I'd be in deep shit." he chuckles happily. He looks to Mercy then. "Until next time."

Antina blinks a bit and nods as suddenly she's in charge of the party, which is probably the worst thing, she's eighteen and overdue for her rebellious stage. "Next up in entertainment is drunk dueling, who's with me!?" she asks, though it's likely just to taunt mercy as she leaves, though there is a visible release of tension when the countess and the jarl are at last not in the same area.

Hraelfmir offers his feral smile with a hint of teeth to Beowulf, "Aye, ye would be in th' shit if'n ye did that. Some o' us have been fight'n wit' o' against ye folk a good many years 'n be good at kill'n White Hallers." He lifts his wine glass a little to the other man and then turns to go and find others to mingle with himself. Antina gets a short laugh out of the Commodore, "I already be owe'n ye mother a rematch duel, so it be best if'n I do nae line up more tae'night." There's probably some decent food here so he goes to look for it, and maybe find a pretty girl to chat up.

Beowulf watches as Mercy takes off before he grins to Hraelfmir. "Don't forget, we have experience killing just about….everything." he chuckles lightly as he downs a drink. "Ohhhhhh we want a fight, do we now?' he teases Antina. "Alrighty, been a wee bit of time before I fought a light duel, but I'll practice with ya lass." he jabs lightly as he sets his drinkd own and walks into an open space. Challenge accepted!"

She didn't expect him to accept it, but hey, she's just drunk enough to accept so she gets her sword and joins him on a free space and squares up. "Gimme your worst love~" she coos playfully, and this party has officially taken off!

Beowulf laughs. Drawing his long, curved blade from it's sheathe. Clearly it's made out of lightsilver and is a masterwork. No doubt a product of one of his earlier pillages. "Well, happily!" he chuckles as he enters a light defensive position, blade in hand as he charges forward!

Antina grins, brandishing her own lightsilver sword, onehanded and slender but not new. When he charges she simply steps to the side and turns, hitting him in the stomach with the butt of her sword, hard, though she notably avoids using the sharp end of her sword in case he's not armed.

Beowulf -is- wearing armor, even if it's not top grade. Okay, It's brigantine, so pretty good all things considered. Nevertheless, he takes the but end of the blade hard into the gut and he stumbles back a single step, before spinning and attempting a dulled strike to her chest in retaliation! Though clearly, the wind was knocked out of him.

Antina was clearly a bit worried about hurting him, but now that she feels the armor she's resolved to do harder, but not before she receives a solid hit to the chest and stumbles back with a growl. "Alright, no more play time," she growls playfully.

Beowulf managed to strike true! "Heh, it's about time lass. You're goin' too easy!" he chuckles lightly as he enters another light and easy defensive stance, clearly for more fluid movement. though he felt her own armor in his attack. "Maybe I should stop messin' 'round too, eh lass?"

Antina is alas, only wearing a scale shirt, better than a reinforced corset but alas not the armour beowulf has on. "I was worried about your armour, excuse me for being a good lover!" she snarks, ignoring how she just announced to the ship they're in a relationship. "And feel free to hand me the win if that's what you want~" she cooes as they prepare for the next round.
Myrana has disconnected.

Beowulf takes another blow and he grins mischievously at her. "Well, at least we're not keepin' it structly to the room." He just about dies laughing. "Eh, we'll see how you do. I can't go -too- serious on ya lass." he teases her. before they continue!

Antina grins as they go for another round, and she finally goes for a it more of a more lethal move, dipping through the armor to /just/ nick the skin before pulling back and hitting him in the side with the flat of her sword.

Beowulf Pauses at the sudden lethality. Here he was just tryin' to have fun! "Oof, not bad lass, not bad.." he simply shows the sign for surrender…before suddenly dipping her into a passionate kiss. Becuase it's a party and why not! "There, reward given." he winks.

It was barely a love tap, you want no blood then use practice swords, gosh! But then he surrendurs and she's being dipped with a happy little smile. "Wanna head back to the palace and my room?" she murmurs playfully.

Beowulf smiles to her. "Of course." and he sheathes his blade, and he'll follow where she leads!

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