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Post by Nova Prime X on Jul 15, 2015 2:00:45 GMT
@ InnNora and Minnora would find themselves at the tavern, where travelers and more were making themselves comfortable for the Day of Census. Citizens paying their taxes and merchants here for the day...Some of which were grumbling, but low as Roman Guards off duty rested in the corner. Whatever food, drink or board would be available for them. They would also be able to hear one of the following information. The Arena. The Market. The Senate. Which do they choose? "Ho! A tavern!" She grinned ear to ear. "The home away from home for my people." She bounded up to the bar, ordering a pint of the strongest stuff they had. She turned to her seat neighbors and greeted them with a loud, hearty hello. "Let us share a drink together on this fine night!" She clinked her pint against theirs with a laugh. "Tis truly a pleasure to meet you." She sipped her drink, listening in.
The Arena, huh? I do want to see it...
She slapped her pint down along with coin. "Barkeep! One fo' the road!"
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Post by greenlightning on Jul 15, 2015 2:47:31 GMT
' This is getting out of control, as a soldier and a fellow Roman, I have to put a stop to this.' Numerius thought to himse. as he ma. his presence known. "Now, now, Proximous let us calm down. As a fellow merchant, and having lived on these streets most of my childhood, I must say that if the boy has proper permission he should be allowed offer what services he has to offer charlatan or not." Looking to the newest Roman to join the conversation, Sir William gave a slight nod to him after seeing that he was trying to solve the arguement rationally without conflict. "Well gentlemen, I think it would be best if we all just go on about our ways." Sir William recovered his sword with the long robe he was wearing. "My two like minded gentle, care to join me for a drink? Im buying." Sir William then offered his hand for a shake. Look around, he would be relieved that nothing happened. Even though a merchant being manhandled by a guard is always fun, it would be bad if something were to happen of the Day of the Trade. Seeing as he had nothing planned for today he turned towards the man offering to buy drinks. "Of course. It will be my pleasure." Grasping Sir William's forearm, he shook. |
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Post by mercenaryblade on Jul 15, 2015 3:23:07 GMT
Looking to the newest Roman to join the conversation, Sir William gave a slight nod to him after seeing that he was trying to solve the arguement rationally without conflict. "Well gentlemen, I think it would be best if we all just go on about our ways." Sir William recovered his sword with the long robe he was wearing. "My two like minded gentle, care to join me for a drink? Im buying." Sir William then offered his hand for a shake. Look around, he would be relieved that nothing happened. Even though a merchant being manhandled by a guard is always fun, it would be bad if something were to happen of the Day of the Trade. Seeing as he had nothing planned for today he turned towards the man offering to buy drinks. "Of course. It will be my pleasure." Grasping Sir William's forearm, he shook. Hansel nodded and spoke for the first time, "Ja, a drinken vould be goot." His slurred English showed why he didn't talk often, many probably made jokes at his expense. |
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Post by SSJRuss on Jul 15, 2015 4:32:47 GMT
@ InnNora and Minnora would find themselves at the tavern, where travelers and more were making themselves comfortable for the Day of Census. Citizens paying their taxes and merchants here for the day...Some of which were grumbling, but low as Roman Guards off duty rested in the corner. Whatever food, drink or board would be available for them. They would also be able to hear one of the following information. The Arena. The Market. The Senate. Which do they choose? "Ho! A tavern!" She grinned ear to ear. "The home away from home for my people." She bounded up to the bar, ordering a pint of the strongest stuff they had. She turned to her seat neighbors and greeted them with a loud, hearty hello. "Let us share a drink together on this fine night!" She clinked her pint against theirs with a laugh. "Tis truly a pleasure to meet you." She sipped her drink, listening in.
The Arena, huh? I do want to see it...
She slapped her pint down along with coin. "Barkeep! One fo' the road!"
As soon as Tord walked into the tavern he heard the bellows of a fellow Viking, drinking and shouting about. This was the warm welcome Tord had been looking for. "Aye Barkeep! Give the lass a drink on me!", Tord roared making his way to the seat next to Nora. "And give me a barrel of whatever ale you have. Tis make my trip to Sanctuarium a little more exciting!" Tord paid for both drinks, then leaned back to face the Viking girl, giving her a good pat on the shoulder. "Imagine me surprised to see a fellow of the sea. Tis be a shame if we didn't share a drink at the least!" Even with the commotion, Tord overheard the mention of the Arena from nearby. Must be some sort of show going on. Tord didn't want to miss out on the action. The Romans were always good at putting on a show. Tord got his ale then proceeded to gulp it down, continuing to boast "Aye lads! To the Romans, to their bitter ale, and to the men in the Arena! Let's hope they put on a hell of a show!" |
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Post by Nova Prime X on Jul 15, 2015 4:57:24 GMT
"Ho! A tavern!" She grinned ear to ear. "The home away from home for my people." She bounded up to the bar, ordering a pint of the strongest stuff they had. She turned to her seat neighbors and greeted them with a loud, hearty hello. "Let us share a drink together on this fine night!" She clinked her pint against theirs with a laugh. "Tis truly a pleasure to meet you." She sipped her drink, listening in.
The Arena, huh? I do want to see it...
She slapped her pint down along with coin. "Barkeep! One fo' the road!"
As soon as Tord walked into the tavern he heard the bellows of a fellow Viking, drinking and shouting about. This was the warm welcome Tord had been looking for. "Aye Barkeep! Give the lass a drink on me!", Tord roared making his way to the seat next to Nora. "And give me a barrel of whatever ale you have. Tis make my trip to Sanctuarium a little more exciting!" Tord paid for both drinks, then leaned back to face the Viking girl, giving her a good pat on the shoulder. "Imagine me surprised to see a fellow of the sea. Tis be a shame if we didn't share a drink at the least!" Even with the commotion, Tord overheard the mention of the Arena from nearby. Must be some sort of show going on. Tord didn't want to miss out on the action. The Romans were always good at putting on a show. Tord got his ale then proceeded to gulp it down, continuing to boast "Aye lads! To the Romans, to their bitter ale, and to the men in the Arena! Let's hope they put on a hell of a show!" "..." Another viking! "HAIL!" She replied in kind, returning the pat with a friendly one of her own. "Now you are talking my language! Drinks are much too tasty to not share. Come, come though. If you meet a fellow companion of the sea and the tankard, you have to do the proper greeting, don't you know?" She stood, clinking her drink to any others for that toast before setting it down to do the proper greeting.
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Post by Terranova on Jul 15, 2015 5:20:33 GMT
Minnora had arrived to the tavern early. Before things had gotten... loud. She didn't mind the noise, of course. Vikings were always pleasant to their hosts. Plus, they paid well for their ale. They just tended to get belligerent and... messy. And she cleaned up after enough Vikings to know that it was no easy task. She smiled at the realization that such a task was no longer her responsibility. "Your fresh cut, Miss," a tiny waitress spoke up, bustling over and dropping a plate at the table, "Anything else you need while I'm here?" "Let us share a drink together on this fine night!" Minnora nodded slowly, looking in the direction of the bar. "Actually, it seems I've changed my mind... A pint sounds refreshing." The waitress looked over her shoulder at the Viking, visibly concerned about the commotion. She forced a smile. "It seems their... enthusiasm is contagious." "Aye, it does," she answered absentmindedly, causing the waitress to scurry off. Minnora was watching the newcomers carefully. Perhaps they would join in at the Arena. She could have sworn she had seen the Viking woman at the Trade Center earlier... The waitress had been quick about the ale and had even humored some of Minnora's questions. Had the patrons mentioned anything about the Arena? Were they attending, perhaps? If she knew any contenders in the fights? Etc. "Aye lads! To the Romans, to their bitter ale, and to the men in the Arena! Let's hope they put on a hell of a show!" Minnora smiled. She couldn't help but raise her glass to that. |
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Post by SSJRuss on Jul 15, 2015 5:45:12 GMT
"Aye!" Tord grunted as he put down the ale. "The proper greeting, then!"
OOC: No sure what you meant by proper greeting but I'm sure Tord does lol
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Post by Nova Prime X on Jul 15, 2015 5:48:36 GMT
OOC: No one really does know what goes on in her head. She's like that.
"It's simple, really. The lads I know aboard my own craft do it all the time. It is a chest...bump. That's our way. What say you?"
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Post by SSJRuss on Jul 15, 2015 6:02:14 GMT
OOC: No one really does know what goes on in her head. She's like that. "It's simple, really. The lads I know aboard my own craft do it all the time. It is a chest...bump. That's our way. What say you?" Tord bellowed a big laugh then stood at full height, "Chest bump then! For Viking glory!" |
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Post by Nova Prime X on Jul 15, 2015 6:19:19 GMT
"FOR VIKING PRIDE!" She rushed forward in a quick dash on her end, jumping up slightly once close enough.
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Post by SSJRuss on Jul 15, 2015 6:32:26 GMT
"FOR VIKING PRIDE!" She rushed forward in a quick dash on her end, jumping up slightly once close enough. Tord thrusted forward, meeting her chest in mid-air. Probably knocking her back a few feet being that he was bigger than her. |
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Post by xLEGACYx on Jul 15, 2015 13:32:28 GMT
Looking toward his two compatriots Sir William said, "My name is Sir William Scott, Templar from the 9th order. What are your names?" At the same time he motioned for the barkeep to bring 3 drinks to their table.
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Post by Nova Prime X on Jul 15, 2015 14:21:29 GMT
The pair collided in mid-air, her bosom pressing against his chest for the briefest of moments in the sign of ultimate respect--until of course her smaller frame was knocked back and she skidded along the floor. She had held on longer than size would indicate, the muscle structure required to lift and use such a giant war hammer obviously bestowing her some advantages...but even still, he was a big Viking. Not the biggest she'd seen but overshadowing her for sure.
She lay there on the ground for half a second before bounding up with a big bellowing laugh of her own. "Ha! Now that is the true way!" She gulped down the remainder of her pint, before grabbing the one meant for the road.
"Now tell me kinsman, what name have ye?"
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Post by Nihlium on Jul 15, 2015 15:30:21 GMT
As Hiroto conversed with the Senator Fen brought both men cups filled with wine. As she did so she spoke slowly and with purpose "This is truly a magnificent event Senator." She turned her head slightly to Hiroto and continued it is quite fortunate that we find ourselves in such exemplary company and not out exploring the streets on such a boisterous day for I am sure many a Layman seek trouble on occasions such as this"
Hiroto sipped his cup as he processed the message. In the end it wasn't hard.
"Lie you pest! Out there having fun. You didn't even tell me you where coming."
Hiroto chuckled as he answered Fen "I'm sure if there was a way we'd aid them in their decisions after all, all life, including a layman's is precious. Wouldn't you say so Senator?"
Fen nodded and slowly walked away.
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Post by mercenaryblade on Jul 15, 2015 16:32:54 GMT
Looking toward his two compatriots Sir William said, "My name is Sir William Scott, Templar from the 9th order. What are your names?" At the same time he motioned for the barkeep to bring 3 drinks to their table.
"Hansel, mein lorden. Just a carvaun guard." He replied, as he vaught the mug that was slid his way. "To, health." He said before taking a swig.
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