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Post by Fishtail Dirkslash on Jun 23, 2006 10:21:35 GMT -5
*Fishtail Dirkslash walks into the tavern after joining at the recruitment office. The searat hadn't had a good drink since before The Mad Weasel, the ship he had been cook on, had been wrecked on the shore. He fished around in the pocket of his worn pants for a few coins to buy a drink. Since the wreck, he'd resorted to stealing from travelers he came upon, but it didn't bring in that much. Fishtail grinned as he found two copper coins in his pocket. He sat down at the bar and smacked them down on the counter triumphantly* I'll have the cheapest beer you have. *He said, hoping that the coins would cover it*
*A female fox from behind the bar nodded and took the coins* Yessir, I think this'll just about cover it. *She handed him a beer and turned to her other customers*
*Fishtail had the suspicion that he'd been cheated out of a coin but he didn't want to get into a fight just yet. He was new to the town and he knew he wouldn't stand a chance. The rat took a swig of the horrible tasting grog and looked around at the others in the bar*
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Post by Chicory Rue on Jun 23, 2006 17:35:42 GMT -5
A female, middle-aged badger of considerable size and girth looks up from where she had been chatting animatedly with fellow Horde members. Sweeping the bar with an impassive, stolid gaze, she catches sight of the new searat- what was his name?-Fishtail something or other, that was it- looking around. Catching his eye and beaming, she waves cordially at the newcomer.
Pausing a moment, she wraps up her own (rather dull) conversation with a rather stutter-y sea-otter, striding over to where Fishtail was seated. She smiles at him.
Without any warning, she raises an enormous paw and heftily knocks the glass that the searat was holding, grog and all, right out of the open window. A tinkling noise is faintly heard as the glass shatters outside. "Well, now, what do we have here? 'Ere now, that stuff you had there was 'orrible - what do you say I get something real to drink? She digs in her own pocket for a moment, pulling out a small but heavy leather pouch wrapped with string, and rummaging around in it until she finds and counts out three, small, silver coins. Waving her hefty paw in the air, she roars, (rather earsplittingly- the entire bar falls silent at the first sound of her sonorous voice) "Rosetta! Two plum brandies, if'n you please- stir your chops, now."
Rosetta- a rather nervous-looking vixen with shifty eyes- scurries over, looking with distaste out the window. "Y'know, Rue, you're gonna hafta pay fer dat broken glass..." The badger roars with laughter. "Ach, git on with ye, ye old fraud, you were always complainin' about the glasses anyway. Besides, that glass was yer worst one- cracked right down the middle, it was. 'Ere, if it'll make ye feel better, have an extra little sumthin t'make up for it." Reaching down into her pouch again, she retrieves another silver coin and tosses it to the vixen, who pockets it greedily, bowing. "Thank you, marm! Er, 'ere are yer drinks." She pushes two large, silver tankards of brandy onto the table in front of the two of them. Rue takes them and tips a large wink at Fishtail, handing him one of the tankards.
(OOC: Sorry, kind of a long post.)
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Post by Fishtail Dirkslash on Jun 26, 2006 9:51:36 GMT -5
*Fishtail looked at the badger and smiled amiably. Unlike many other vermin he knew he didn't have any grudges against goodbeasts and was more than happy to meet one if they were going to pay for his drink. He extended his paw to shake* Me name's Fishtail Dirkslash ma'am. An' who can ah thank fer me drink?
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Post by Chicory Rue on Jun 29, 2006 17:37:25 GMT -5
The badger smiles and extends her own paw to meet Fishtail's, squeezing lightly before retracting it again. "Nice t'meet you, Fishtail. My name's Chicory Rue, but my friends all call me Rue. So you can too." She sits back thoughtfully. "So, Fishtail...how'd a fine searat such as yourself come to end up in the ranks o' the Horde?"
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Post by Fishtail Dirkslash on Jun 30, 2006 12:04:08 GMT -5
*Fishtail takes a swig of his drink before answering* Well, ah was a crewbeast on th' Mad Weasel, but unfortunately she was wrecked on th' shore near here. Ah've been strugglin' since then and took the 'Orde as a fine opportunity to make a coin or two.
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Post by Fishtail Dirkslash on Jul 13, 2006 13:26:58 GMT -5
*When he didn't hear Rue answer straight away, he continued the conversation on a new topic* So what's life like 'ere? I haven' gotten a good chance to take a look 'round yet. *He found this a good opportunity to learn more about this place called the Horde. He'd never heard of it before a couple days before and was curious*
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