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Author Topic: The Scottish Play: Unexpected Developements  (Read 537 times)

Description: Mercenaries visit the Hammer and Anvil Theatre. (attn Shaymus, open)

Offline Epona Corcoran

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The Scottish Play: Unexpected Developements
« on: Mar 05, 16, 07:43:48 PM »
Winter, 190 AP, A respectable town just outside of the Capitol
The Inn at the Hammer and Anvil.



The Hammer and Anvil Inn and Dinner Theatre had been a popular watering hole up until about a decade ago. The Inn itself boasted a nice bathhouse, a respectable library, an excellent stable and even a proper smoking room. The Theatre had box seats, excellent acoustics and a bell tower. The surrounding farm land and river provided fresh food, the associated village sufficient people for a mill, blacksmith, general store and Red Moon House. The little community had changed hands three times recently, the fortunes of the associated staff, cast, crew and village ebbing and flowing. The end result was that the Innkeeper, Fergus, was apt to let just about anyone have a table. Landen or Blood, Clansman or Mercenaries.

There were only two rules. Don't upset the cook, and take your fighting outside.

Fergus, a cheerful, snow-haired old man, was just a touch distracted, a fistful of notes clenched in one hand, a pitcher of O'Hara's Amber Ale in the other. He strutted from table to table, refilling tankards. Two of his daughters waited tables and his middle son minded the long, oak bar along the back wall. The furnishings were both old and sturdy, carefully maintained despite the difficult times. The wafting scent of the food was far superior to anything normally available at such an establishment, and the ale in the pitcher was very well received by the patrons.

Arthfael Callahan, the theatre manager (Steward, had the owner been a Queen and not merely a Landen landowner) kept a watchful eye on the Innkeeper. Things had been tense, since the upset at the start of the season, and his unofficial roll was general thug and unofficial bouncer. He looked the part, with a days' scruff and hard eyes.

When Epona Corcoran, the owner, entered the room, heads turned. She had the sort of fragile strength that men noticed, but her reaction to the attention always made Arthfael snort his beer out of his nose. Because she hated it. Hated the lull in conversations and sudden attention that made the simple act of sitting down to dinner into a command performance. He was still laughing when she settled into her chair, and she sent him a driven look. "Arthfael. When you stop laughing so hard, read this. It's a draft, of a contract." She set a roll of parchment before him.

Arthfael and Epona were due to hash out a battle plan for navigating the current trouble. There were certain sorts of problems best handled both informally and permanently, but Arthfael was uncertain of his ability to convince the overly idealistic Theatre owner of that fact. Without looking at the contract, he stared doubtfully at his boss. What sort of self respecting Crimelord honored a contract?

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Re: The Scottish Play: Unexpected Developements
« Reply #1 on: Mar 06, 16, 04:06:47 PM »
Shay didn't like the theatre.  They expected far too much of people.  Could they really expect a man like him to not only pay attention but to sit still and be quiet?  His own mother knew that the only time he was quiet was when he was sleeping.  Which Shaymus expected was why his mother had no qualms about giving him liquor at a young age.  That probably answered more questions about the mercenary that anything else.

Having had more than his fair share to drink for the night, Shay had somehow lost Carrig.  Sure, he'd find him in the morning but at the moment, Shaymus wanted somewhere to sleep and something to eat that wasn't complete horse shit.  Wincing at how loud his own voice sounded in his head, Shaymus settled himself at a table in the tavern.  Theatre folk.  They made him nervous. 

Were theatre folk anything like wandering gypsies?  If so, Shaymus was going to have to watch his purse strings.  What with the concern about theft and what not.  What if they stole his organs?  Looking around himself, Shay suddenly felt the nerves hit him.  Maybe he should have tried a little harder to find Carrig. 

Fumbling with the pack of smokes in his breast pocket, Shay found and lit a cigarette, enveloping himself in a faint plume of smoke that acted like a security blanket.  No one could touch him in his fragrant cloud of protection.  Right?  Right.  Sure.  Of course.  Easy, Shay. They're just actors.  What could happen? 

Shay listened to the voices around him, the word contract catching his attention as he looked to the woman not too far from him.  "It's always better to have more than one pair of eyes checking your contracts.  You never know if you'll miss something important."

Offline Epona Corcoran

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Re: The Scottish Play: Unexpected Developements
« Reply #2 on: Mar 07, 16, 05:49:48 AM »
Winter, 190 AP, A respectable town just outside of the Capitol
The Inn at the Hammer and Anvil.


What Arthfael Calahan first noticed was the sweet, aromatic smell of a cigarette, wafting like a cloud from the next table. He inhaled deeply, then threw a Basic Craft shield around Epona; a singer couldn't afford the damage the smoke did to the voice. The Blood male took another shuddering breath but did not ask for a cigarette; much as he loved them, he loved the stage more. The allure of that cigarette kept Arthfael from being as cautious as he should be. So he rather failed to discourage Epona's interest, when the man addressed her, nor did he point out to the Landen woman the Warlord Caste so clearly wafting off of the man.

Epona looked at the man who had spoken; he had an innocent face, despite the tension he carried. She therefore smiled, and softened her voice. "Have you much experience with contracts? I'm finding myself negotiating several at the moment." She didn't recognize him, which meant he wasn't from around here. Which meant he wouldn't recognize the names, and might very well be a help to her. "I'm Epona, and this is Arthfael. Welcome to the Hammer and the Anvil." She wanted to ask what drew him here, but refrained. He was likely to misinterpret her market research.

Arthfael shook his head and almost corrected her. The Blood could be so damn odd about Protocol. "Lady Epona and I disagree if this contract is even necessary. Can I buy you a round in exchange for your opinion?" Arthfael was certain the Warlord would agree with him.

Offline Epona Corcoran

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Re: The Scottish Play: Unexpected Developements
« Reply #3 on: Nov 01, 18, 01:32:40 AM »
Epona shot a darkling look at Arthfael, and stamped her foot.

She hated herself, a moment later, as the action was terribly ... theatrical. It would play very well upon a stage, but was far less effective in real life. Arthfael had a terrible sense of humor, and very little restraint about acting upon it. He would likely burst into laughter any moment, and then she’d have to drop her glass of wine all over him. She picked up the wine glass threateningly, and Arthfael’s full grin flashed at her, before he turned to address the man he’d pulled into their conversation.

Arthfael had a way with a certain sort of person; usually the rough and tumble sort that might enjoy a good brawl but didn’t really want to hurt anyone. Not a lot of Blood were like that, and few Landen would risk even a gentle Brawl with Blood, so ARthfael was a touch short of freinds. Watching the two men kibitz quietly about drinks, the underworld and women in general frustrated Epona for a few heart beats. She was proud of the contract, thought that, given the Blood obession with such things, that Arthfael would have been pleased with it.

The only true expert on the matter she could ask was unlikely to take the whole situation very well. He was terribly protective and would immedaltey take action. Real action, that might get him hurt. The idea was utterly horrifying to Epona. She would not, could not allow it. Not even to defend herself and her people. At least ... not while she had any other option.

She watched as the two men swiftly lost sight of her and her contract, and took the opportunity to slip out of the room quietly. The Hammer and Anvil was beautiful, especially at night. The speciallay created paper lanterns (Props, for plays based in Legendary Tacea) light the outside as if she had an entire staff of Jeweled Blood spinning out magical lights for her. She never revealed her secrets, no matter how the patrons asked, and right now she could only be grateful.

It was a tiny domain, on the grander stage of Clan, District and Province politics, but it was hers, and she loved it wildly. She’d grown up here, and she wasn’t going to let a few bigoted Fairy lords ruin it all for her. If she could just keep her protection payments and specialty Tithes at a predicable rate, she could manage her budget. But they tended to come round at random times, or claim to have not been paid. Her contract was a way to at least temporarily lock the payments.

It woudl work right? I mean, the Blood Queen surely would have put a stop to it if it wasn’t all legal and above board, and if it was, why, then there was no reason to not have  a duly witnessed and signed statement!

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