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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 5, 2015 21:28:50 GMT -5
The tent he entered was one of the smaller ones, set up among the hired mercenaries. Darius saw men from many different lands, some with odd weapons at their belts. While the ale tents of the common soldiers were more subdued, the mercenaries seemed to be having more of a carousing time. One man stumbled backwards into Darius.
"Heyyy, wathcout where you're goiiin!" He said drunkenly, staring at Darius from behind a thick beard.
From where he sat, Leander had a good view of the crowd, some of whom were even listening. At the entrance he saw what was not the first bumping-into of the night.
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 5, 2015 21:36:20 GMT -5
Darius looked up at the Mercenary who had just bumped into him, and his eyes narrowed momentarily. "I believe you just hit me, halfwit, now back off" (Intimidate 80)
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 5, 2015 21:46:22 GMT -5
The man's bushy eyebrows furrowed but he took a step back. "Woah there just be calmin yerself down! Ain't no trouble here, ha ha haaaa!" The man took a swig from the bottle in his hand and stumbled past Darius out into the night.
Darius became aware of music emanating from a rather impressively dressed man, while to his left a small bar had been set up. A few servants stood behind it, pouring drinks for whoever was thirsty.
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 5, 2015 21:49:00 GMT -5
Darius waited a moment before walking over to the bar, where he asked "Is there any decent wine available here?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 5, 2015 21:51:00 GMT -5
A young man looked up at him, somehow even shorter than Darius, his head barely reaching over the bar.
"We have ale and mead," He said quietly, forcing Darius to have to strain to hear him. "Ale and mead are cheap."
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 5, 2015 21:56:07 GMT -5
"Mead then" Darius said, disappointed. "What I would give for a good skin of wine" he muttered as he walked over to where the distinct man was...
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Mar 5, 2015 22:01:05 GMT -5
Leander was singing an original composition of his own, which would make the Reaper of Pyke blush. He had never ordered anyone to enjoy or compliment his music, only not interrupt him during a performance, which could often be rather... exotic even by Lysene standards.
Charm 80 Singing 60
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 5, 2015 22:05:51 GMT -5
The man reached down, then reached back up and got on his tip toes to pour a mug of mead.
Meanwhile, the crowd began to look back around to the flamboyant performer singing for them. Well some did anyway, others being far too interested in the booze in their mugs.
When Leander's song was done he got a good deal of applause. Darius, having seen the man perform, can't think of many bards he'd seen who were better.
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 5, 2015 22:15:01 GMT -5
Darius took a sip of mead, momentarily cringing, before he decided to approach the Bard, certain conversation with the man was the least unpleasant way to spend his night. "That was quite the song, did you learn it in Lys?"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Mar 5, 2015 22:48:24 GMT -5
Leander's bodyguards nearly halted him before their master raised a perfectly manicured hand. He placed a hand on a thin waist. "I composed it on the back of a Lysene noblewoman with ink and a Valyrian steel pen, if that is what you're asking." Leander studoed the other mercenary. "You handled the cretin well, if not elegantly. You have the bearing of an officer."
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 6, 2015 0:44:13 GMT -5
Darius paused for a moment, before bursting into laughter. After a few seconds to compose himself he responded, "I'm no officer, just a regular bastard blade for hire, if quite an efficient one" He studied the other man for a couple of seconds before continuing "I am just happy getting my blade bloody, then taking my gold to spend on good wine and better women, though the first is worryingly absent from this camp."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Mar 6, 2015 1:00:01 GMT -5
Leander's eyes flickered in surprise. "Please... I know in this country that illegitimate children are a source of shame to their parents, but to hear a full-grown man call himself a bastard is troubling. I imagine you were given a plain name like Rock or Fire. I have heard a lot of men here call themselves 'Hill' with a mix of pride and embarrassment."
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 6, 2015 1:10:44 GMT -5
"You see shame where there is at worst indifference" Darius said. "I am Darius Sand, The Crimson Bastard, a title well earned in Tyrosh" He continued. "Some see sand as embarrassing, I see it as a reason to do as I see fit, and tell anyone who thinks they are my better to piss off."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Mar 6, 2015 1:19:29 GMT -5
Leander became intrigued. "A mercenary named Darius Sand. Darius suggests 'daring' and Sand suggests shifting allegiance, uncertain surroundings. It's an eloquent name. 'Crimson Bastard' is a bit generic, but the Tyroshi have always been better tailors than poets. If we survive this battle, I will think of a better name for you, and perhaps a song to remind people of it."
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Post by Darius Sand on Mar 6, 2015 1:39:48 GMT -5
"I plan to survive, so feel free to think up your alternative" Darius said, taking another swig with an amused grin on his face, just to cringe as he was reminded it was mead that filled his mug. "You have a lot to say of my name, yet I am at a disadvantage?"
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