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Post  PhyrPhly on Mon Mar 14, 2011 2:50 pm

Balen arrives at The Whistle at about 4 PM on the day of the event to ensure that everything is in order. Cadren, the proprietor, an near-elderly man made of spit and grizzle, informs Balen that there will be an extra wench on hand to take order and keep the alcohol flowing.

After a meal and a drink, Balen entertains himself with a few rounds of darts against a some chatty locals. Exaggerated stories are shared and and small wagers are made amongst them as he awaits the evening and his company.
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Post  Admin on Tue Mar 15, 2011 10:10 am

Blaine strolls through the door, an hour after sunset, in the military dress of the order. On his left arm is a six foot tall figure shrouded in a large, billowing cloak pulled tightly around its body and cinched at the waist with a thick black cord. In his right he carries a small cynch with two bottles of green wine, freshly pressed. Blaine smiles and leans in closely to the figure's low pulled cowl and whispers a few words. He leads his companion into the room, helping it along as it seems to have a vaguely awkward gate.

Before continuing into the room, he scans to see if his companions are there already.
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Post  bigsillyhead on Tue Mar 15, 2011 11:09 am

Striding Barrel chest first into the bath house Bulk fills the room with boisterous laughter, and the odor of a champion

" Ahhhh" * his large hand falls to his formidable gut, giving it a few happy sharp slaps, the mound deceivingly solid beneath his thwacks, he then casts he glance toward the frumpy woman behind the counter, his large bushy brow waggling as his stash parts giving way to a misogynistic grin* " Woman! Draw me a bath and fetch me some wine "

and with that the woman grumbled and did so, because she was being paid by this man, and even if she wasn't, it is, as a woman, her job to take care of menfolk, because they are strong, and take care of the weaker women.


Bulk stood starkers in front of a large polished mirror, scissors in his left hand, his right hand combing through his beard, he checks his right profile then his left, then his right again, then full on, he leans in inspecting his facial forest, raising the scissors to trim then pausing taking a step back to take in the whole "Bulk Vanderhuge experience"

He casts the scissors down, " Why mess with perfection! " he laughs shouting over his shoulder. " Woman! more wine, Cant you see I have a party to prepare for! " he looks back to the mirror and gives himself one more approving nod.
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Sat in a corner..

Post  Worwee on Tue Mar 15, 2011 5:48 pm

Rory 'hated' social engagements. When I say hate, I mean the full verbose compunction of the word. Any activity that required him to speak, or socialise with his peers left him in a dry sweat. He swore his stupid stammer would even get worse, if that were possible, and he always felt that people were looking and laughing at him. Or worse, pitying him. He hated that more.

He looked at the invitation in his hand and sighed. He couldn't have refused, it was poor form. Rory might be a social recluse, but he was a knight aspirant in the Order, and this was supposed to be 'good for morale' or something. At least that's what his mum had said.

So he was sat, Balen might not have even spotted him yet (though knowing the keen eyesight unlikely) in a corner, in the most shadowy part of the tavern, trying to shrink into the very walls and hoping no one would speak to him.

Gods please, don't make him speak..

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Post  PhyrPhly on Tue Mar 15, 2011 6:38 pm

Balen receives his guests dressed in fine, but casual clothing and holding a drink of one sort or another. He looks, above all else, comfortable. He would bid his companions hello and offer each (and there guest) a drink of their choice.

Balen's girlfriend would have arrived near dusk (or a bit after). For those that would have arrived earlier, he would have greeted her with a long, smoldering kiss before introducing her to any of the guests. For those who had arrived later, he would have introduced her only after seeing to his guests needs (a drink, a table, etc.). To all he would have introduced her as "my current love, Penelope Lockehart". For those with a keen sense, you might detect that her interest in Balen seems to fall far short of Balen's interest in her. One might call the clothes that she wears "courtier casual". It certainly causes her to stand out in the current surroundings. She is also wearing some expensive jewelry. Aquamarine and gold matches her skin and eyes beautifully. If asked, she would admit it was a gift from Balen. The mention of her jewelry (or clothing for that matter) would no doubt bring a smile to her face.


"Drinks are paid fer." Cadren would say when someone tries to pay for a drink, "But tips are always welcome." If any of the patrons are hungry, Cadren would have food made in the kitchen (as usual). The food is not free however. Cadren services his regulars as well as Balen's guests, tossing out regulars that have had enough of the free drink or to make room for Balen's guests.

Music (GM willing) has been provided by a local band. They are a moderately popular group and are known to play many favored tunes. All in all, the evening starts in good spirits.
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Post  Admin on Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:05 am

When Blaine is asked to introduce his guest, he shelters the shrouded figure and explains sheepishly that "she's shy...after a few drinks, maybe?" After awhile, amidst the staring and whispering of the regulars before they are bit by bit shunted out, a well known dance tune is played by the band.

Up until now, Blaine had been reserved from the festivities and attended to his mystery guest as would a bird to its young. However, as the song began, slowly and teasingly playing out the major chords of its ultimate whirlwind melody, Blaine is seen coaxing and arguing quietly with his guest. He cajoles and prods and even tugs a bit on the cloak before he is joined by the anonymous party-goer on the floor. The crowds part a bit, each wanting a good view were one to be given of the figure's face, yet even as the dance begins to pick up the cowl stays low, the folds of the cloak stay unfurled.

As the dance hits a bridge, a low build before the dazzlingly quick crescendo, Blaine takes his dance partner by the waist and begins to twirl with it, spinning round and round, faster and faster. What he lacks in dancing skill he makes up for, somewhat, with grace and enthusiasm. Before long he seems to be spinning out of control and then, suddenly, rips the torso off of his partner before the amazed eyes of the party goers!

Blaine gazes on in shock as the figure in his arms reaches up with tiny arms to remove the cowl, revealing itself as a hin. Below, in a skirt up to his neck, another hin continues to spin obliviously before realizing what's going on and blinking wildly at the audience. Blaine drops the halfling like it's hot and steps away, turning to the patrons who are beginning to laugh. The halfling in the cloak rips it off, revealing a gaudy gymnast's outfit and begins tumbling in time to the music. The skirted one pulls it over its shoulders, revealing an equally flashy uniform beneath, and dances in time with the other.

Blaine, recovering from his apparent shock, joins in. Revelry ensues, and the bar patrons share back-slapping fun with the hin who continue to dance to the music all night.
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Post  ari on Wed Mar 16, 2011 11:41 am

Belle stares into the long silvered mirror before her with a look of open contempt. She practically glares at the reflection looking back at her, a face no one is ever allowed to see. The look of distaste is obvious as she closely studies the face and the figure, sharp eyes darting up and down, the type that can find fault even in perfection itself.

What to wear?....what to wear? A simple and perhaps common question many females ask of themselves before an event such as what was unfolding in the common room below. However, for Belle, this was no simple question as it was a matter far greater than just choosing a dress. She gives one more dark look at the mirror before her and then spinning she heads over to the desk on the other side of the room. Pulling up a chair and sitting down, she pulls out the supplies of her trade and stares again into another small mirror, this time her focus not on the face before her, but on the face it soon shall become.....

A small smile crosses her features as she thinks to herself...

Dock my pay? *she chuckles* a small price indeed for the return.

Playing the role of Bob, as horrifyingly distasteful as it was, allowed her insight into those that she was now banded with. Those who she would be forced to place some measure of trust in....well at least a little. No one gave a second look to the filthy stableboy, his stench alone strong enough to keep them at bay let alone his gods awful personal habits, which was perfect for her to observe the others when their guards were down. In her line of work, knowing her surroundings was crucial for survival. It amused her that this so called shining order of knightly goodness had its tarnish.

Jars are opened and fingers dip into pots as she starts her work....within minutes the transformation begins....

A short time later, a well dressed woman, fair of face, with large blue eyes and honey gold hair arrives down in the common room. Her easy smile flashing to all as she makes a point to greet each and every one of those she now is assigned to work with. She makes her way around the room, first seeking out her host to thank him for his polite and generous offer. Her eyes flash once as Blaine sweeps into the room, shrouded companion on his arm and catching his attention ever so subtley she gives him the briefest of nods*

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Post  PhyrPhly on Wed Mar 16, 2011 5:23 pm

Balen spots Rory trying to hide in the back of the room and he approaches. "Rory!" Balen shouts over the din, a wide smile on his face, "I did not see you enter, my good man. How is it that you have managed to sneak by without so much as a 'good eve'?" Balen doesn't wait for the knight to answer. "I do not spy a drink in your hand. What are you having?"

Again, before Rory could even utter a word, he cuts in, "Have you seen Blaine? He looks almost respectable without that silly mop upon his head. Hm? And did he introduce you to his guest?" Balen lowers his voice and leans in closer to Rory. "Between you and me, I am thinking 'she' is probably a 'he'."

Balen winks at Rory, stands erect once again and scans the room to be certain he wasn't overheard. Spying Penelope, he motions her to come. "Penelope. This is probably the finest man-at-arms you are likely to ever meet, Rory Randlebrook. Rory. This is my current love, Penelope Lockehart." With the introductions done, Balen takes a draw from mug and Penelope offers her hand to Rory with a smile and a small curtsy.



...later...
Balen takes Belle's hand, bends down and kisses it. "You look lovely tonight." Balen says as he uprights himself slowly to take in her every curve. As he meets her eyes he grins broadly. "May I get you a drink, or perhaps you would care to dance?" Penelope, no more than two yards behind Balen, is staring daggers at the young, attractive female.


...and still later...
Balen has a good laugh with the other patrons as Blaine's guest is "revealed". Through the clapping and cheers Balen yells, "Well done Blaine! Well done!"




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Post  Jaleh on Wed Mar 16, 2011 7:22 pm

After a long bath in perfumed water, Jaleh dresses herself in one of her best saris. Sitting before a mirror, in a completely unlit room, she brushes her long hair and puts on her jewelry before heading out to the tavern. She only gets lost once, thinking to herself that it would have been nice if at least one person had thought to escort her to the location. She's never been there before, and she's not good at finding places if one first has to find a street sign that is more than sixty feet away. Eventually she does arrive, pulling open the doors as a gust of hin and Blaine propelled air gusts by. Her hair blows back, so determined are these dancers. She grins as she lets the door close behind her then moves herself against the wall, both to keep out of the whirling hin/Blaine dervish and so that she can easier find the others without chancing walking across an unfamiliar room. (Assuming it's bigger than 60 ft.)


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Post  PhyrPhly on Thu Mar 17, 2011 6:35 am

Balen spots Jaleh as she creeps along the wall. "Jaleh!" He calls out and beckons Penelope to follow.

When they finally meet, Balen takes Jaleh's hand and stoops to kiss it. "It is a pleasure to see you here." Balen admits as he erects himself slowly, taking in Jaleh's appearance. "You look quite fetching tonight. May I offer you a drink?" A cough behind him reminds him that he needs to introduce his girlfriend. "Ah, yes. Jaleh. This is my current love, Penelope Lockehart."

Penelope steps forward and curtsies, slightly. "A pleasure." she exclaims. "And what a lovely dress." It is obvious to those with how can sense it, that Penelope doesn't feel threatened by Jaleh's good looks. Not like the other pretty women that can see.

"Penelope." Balen adds, "This is Jaleh. A cleric and.. um... mystic of sorts?" The statement was more of a question. "She has been quite indispensable on our latest mission. ...and don't let the eyes fool you. She can get along just fine."
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Post  Admin on Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:09 pm

Blaine tosses a few coins to the tiny gymnasts and joins the audience, clapping and cheering them on as they ply their trade. After a few moments of carousing, he fades into the background and slips past a jostling couple to find himself, and two mugs of fine mead, seated across from Rory.

"Well then, my friend!" He pants lightly, catching his breath from the exuberant dance. "Did you see that one coming? Hahah...I'd passed them the other day in town and looked 'em up--hired 'em on for the evening. Thought it'd be fun. The entrance, though--that was them! Clever ducks, those hin." He sates his thirst, draining half his mug and holding the other one out for Rory. He pauses mid drink, mouth still on the mug, "Drink up, Randlebrook; for the day may be an old man but the night's still in diapers!"

Blaine drained the rest of his libation, whether or not Rory accompanied him in the toast, and mused about whether or not these people were just holding their cards exceedingly close, or if the lot of them had honestly not noticed his change in accent.
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Post  Rory on Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:34 pm

"I-I.. " Balen's rapid-fire questions made Rory blink like an epileptic having a seizure.

"Uh- .. I-I" again, cut off by the questions Rory tried to slow his breathing to get out a word.

As Penelope offered her hand Rory stood, bowing deeply to take place of the awkward introduction he would have to manage if he could get to utter but a word.

As more and more people came in, Rory got warmer and warmer. Adjusting the collar on his ruffle he excused himself from Penelope's grasp with a silent plea and hunked back down, calming himself from the palpatations he felt were coming from having to converse with so many at once.

As Blaine sat down, Rory wrapped both hands round his mug, breathing deeply he waited till he had finished his speech before he lifted the mug to his lips. He didn't stop for breath, and the beer was consumed in .4 seconds flat, surprising everyone near him including himself. As he slammed the mug down he belched quite loudly, cheeks scalding crimson from his outburst he managed a sentence, the first one of the night.

"Excuse me!"


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Post  Admin on Thu Mar 17, 2011 2:49 pm

Blaine stared in stunned silence for all of a moment before cheering loudly and waving his mug, chasing after Rory and beckoning for others to follow him, beginning a chant of "Randlebrook! Randlebrook! Randlebrook!"
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Post  ari on Thu Mar 17, 2011 11:03 pm

Balen takes Belle's hand, bends down and kisses it. "You look lovely tonight." Balen says as he uprights himself slowly to take in her every curve. As he meets her eyes he grins broadly. "May I get you a drink, or perhaps you would care to dance?" Penelope, no more than two yards behind Balen, is staring daggers at the young, attractive female.


Belle beams her brightest and most disarming smile at the pair as Balen hovers over her uplifted hand. Yes, and yes *she laughs softly, her blue eyes seeming to twinkle with mirth. Her ivory hand slips lightly from his hold her gaze then flitting to the lovely brunette hovering so close by.* Your companion is quite breathtaking, Sir *she lavishes the lady with the most earnest sounding compliment, her eyes batting angelically in the ladies direction.*

*Before Penelope can further respond, the chanting from across the room begins and Belle spins in the direction of the newest chaos, not in the least surprised to see Blaine once more in the thick of the action.*
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Post  Jaleh on Fri Mar 18, 2011 2:30 pm

After chatting for several moments with Balen and Penelope, Jaleh turns towards Blaine's chanting out "Randlebrook". Laughing a bit she murmurs "excuse me" to the handsome couple and moves her way to Blaine and Rory, the offered drink in her hand. After making her way through the crowd she approaches the table the two are at, a smile on her face.

"Gentlemen. You seem to be in good spirits"

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Post  PhyrPhly on Sat Mar 19, 2011 2:29 pm

Balen grins as the chanting increases near Rory and motions for the nearest bar wench to bring a round of drinks to the group. He then turns back to Penelope and exclaims, "You know, she is correct." Balen finishes the drink in his hand while Penelope ponders the statement. Balen lowers his empty mug and adds, "Belle said you are quite breathtaking and I would have to agree."

Balen touches Penelope's face with a loving caress and winks at her before heading over to his companions to join in with the chanting.
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Post  ari on Sun Mar 20, 2011 12:25 am

You are much too kind, Sir *she warmly responds, now the picture of elegance and grace. She takes her cue from the others and drink in hand she spins and saunters with a natural fluidity to her step to where the chanting seems to be originating. She looks at Rory, her eyes now blue pools of compassion as she sees him almost cringing as if he was attempting to become one with the wall behind him*
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Post  PhyrPhly on Mon Apr 04, 2011 1:15 pm

Once everyone has received a refresh on their drinks, Balen looks to the group and asks, "Is anyone up for a game of darts?" His eyes travel to the ladies in the group and he smiles. "...or perhaps a dance?"

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Post  Admin on Mon Apr 04, 2011 3:16 pm

Blaine shook his head as he returned from the revelry stirred up around, and pinning in place, the beleaguered Rory. "No, my friend. I'm afraid that's all the merriment I can attend to for one night. I've business to attend on the morrow. I'm looking into the possibility of leasing a home on the long term. Got a steady job now, one in which loss of employment would catastrophically reduce my payment obligations, so I may as well take the plunge into being a landed gentleman. Got any tips on a good spot?"
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Post  PhyrPhly on Sun Apr 10, 2011 3:36 pm

Balen's date for the evening, Penelope, slips out of the tavern without a word long before the evening ends. She would seem bored or even contemptuous of her surroundings.
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Post  ari on Tue Apr 12, 2011 11:07 pm

Nessandria sweeps into the room, again that plain cloak almost chastely wrapped around her body in a seeming attempt at modesty. In contrast her smoldering inky eyes seem to flit from person to person in the small common room of the tavern, as she gives each a seductively bold examining look. As she glances over at some of the more familiar faces in the room, she offers them a brilliant smile and and a deep dip of her head in greeting as she twines her way around the tables in the direction of the bar. As she presses her body against the rough wood of the counter, her crimson painted lips moving in a hushed whisper to place her order with the barkeep, the cloak slips and falls open, now displaying her slender willowy body draped in sheer folds of shimmering rose colored silks. The cut and design of her obviously rich garments that cling to her with eye catching appeal once again in the traditional style of her homeland.
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Post  PhyrPhly on Fri Apr 15, 2011 10:45 pm

As none of his companions have expressed an interest in any activity, Balen excuses himself with a friendly bow and finds a table of regulars playing a game of cards. The rogue tosses his coin purse onto the table and they welcome him to the empty chair with a raucous cheer.
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Post  PhyrPhly on Thu Apr 28, 2011 9:50 am

After a few rounds of cards and another drink, Balen scans the room for his companions. His keen sight searching desperately for any sign that his new companions are willing to open up to him.
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Post  PhyrPhly on Mon May 02, 2011 9:07 am

While wrapping up another hand of cards Balen notices the lovely, dark skinned woman standing at the bar. He had seen her about on occasion in the Order's great hall or temple. He tries to catch her eye with a slight nod towards the small, open area near the band that is known to be used as a dance floor for those interested or drunk enough.
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Post  PhyrPhly on Mon May 09, 2011 9:59 am

Disappointed with his companions' level of interest, Balen excuses himself from his gambling buddies, takes his winnings heads to the bar. "A bottle of your finest, Cadren." Balen smiles to the old man as a gold coin spins on the bar top. Perhaps not the finest, the tavern keeper pulls a bottle of aged rum from under the counter and hands it to Balen before scooping up the still spinning tip. Cadren certainly knows Balen well enough to know the man's preferences in drink. Balen gives Cadren a small nod and a smile before turning towards the exit.

Outside of the tavern, Balen breaths in some of the cool evening air. The air smells a bit of manure from the near-by livery stable. The man smiles to himself as he walks in the near-quiet, thinking about times gone by. His keen ears can just make out Cadren calling out that drinks were no longer on the house over the din of the music and general merriment.

Between sound of an evening patrolman making his way down the street and the scuttling of an alley rat carrying away a prized piece of rubbish, Balen disappears into the darkness.
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