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Post by Gar on Aug 24, 2017 13:50:16 GMT -6
Gar was at a tailor’s parlor, reluctantly being fitted for the clothes of a lord. He was not pleased. “What exactly is wrong with my coat?” Gar had a mate, a thief, with him. The kind of guy that always had a plan. Same kind of guy that had all the answers for questions you didn’t even care to ask. He too was being fitted for an elegant outfit. “You are attending a banquet for lords and ladies. Your worn salt and blood stained coat wouldn’t exactly fit in.” The tailor to his side nodded silently in agreement. Gar grunted. “That’s a good thing if you ask me. I don’t want to fit in with these land-loving, crumpet-eating, stuff shirts.” A silence followed his statement. No one cared to respond to the berserker’s displeasure. Gar broke it by asking the question on his mind. “Why am I attending anyway? What’s at this banquet that I should care about?”“Badon is a powerful port, and powerful places always yearn for more power. I’m sure there is an open position somewhere. A position that requires a strong… naval presence. Personally, I think you would fit the bill quite nicely.” It was true that Gar operated out of Badon when he was a younger pirate. However, his base was on Caledonia now, and he had bigger fish to fry. “Are you telling me all I need to do is talk to some rich people and my problems will be solved?”The spy responded as the tailor finished up their fitting. “Not in the slightest. You are simply getting your name out there. We’re testing the waters.” Gar’s mate paid for the pair of outfits and began to exit the store. Gar sighed and followed. Apparently it was too late, the plan was already in motion. The berserker gripped his weapon and latched it onto his back on his way out of the shop. Think of it as keeping your options open. These people could become great allies in time. Gar nodded, he had resigned himself to the banquet's attendance, but he still had a couple questions. “Don’t these things require invites? I doubt they gave one to me.” It was a good question, but Gar had a feeling that he already knew the answer. He was the captain of a pirate crew after all. The spy responded. “Invitations were sent out in the form of coins.” The mate held up a couple of golden coins. Gar grabbed one and examined it. One face had an engraving of a boat, the other had a castle. The spy continued. “These coins are sent by boat to the guests. However, the waters can be treacherous at times.” Gar knew what that meant. His crew must have raided a ship to get their hands on these invitations. Furthermore, this is probably exactly what the banquet runners intended. What better way to find a strong pirate crew than to wave riches under their noses? The day of the banquet came. Gar stuffed himself into the tight fitting lord’s clothes. They were restrictive and uncomfortable. Even so, he felt more uncomfortable due to leaving Xigshaw behind. His crew was there to guard it, but if something were to happen at this banquet, Gar would be weaponless. Gar's mate flashed a pair of coins to the doorman. The berserker entered through the grand doors. It was a large hall indeed. One that could put throne rooms to shame. Gar stood in awe of the scene for a few moments.
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Rhia
Cavalier
Posts: 36
Profession: Mercenary
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Rhia
OoC Alias: Kyra
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Post by Rhia on Aug 25, 2017 13:39:55 GMT -6
Rhia hadn't been in Badon for more than a couple days looking for something, anything that she could do to make money that would involve a need for mercenary work. Apparently, not many around here had need of a cavalier for some odd reason. In any case, today was strange indeed, as while she was walking through the street, she found a peculiar looking coin, with a ship on one side, and a castle on the other. The coin was on the ground, covered in mud, but with enough of its original surface showing that when the sun hit it just right, Rhia had noticed it out of the corner of her vision, picking it up and wiping the dirt off.
As she examined the coin, a passerby, and a lesser noble by the looks of it, took notice and scoffed at her. "Milady, you certainly don't intend to go the the banquet dressed in that horrid looking black armor, do you? You need something more fitting of your... posture. Please, please, let me guide you to the nearest tailor so you can get fitted."
Banquet? I'd heard that there was some sort of banquet going on in Badon today, but I didn't know that this coin was an invitation of sorts. Or so it seems at least, judging by how this man reacted. Hmm.. I was never huge about formal parties, but I suppose I can make do. It really all depends on the guests anyway, and I can always leave if it gets too bland and uppity for my tastes. And I guess it doesn't hurt to freshen up once in a while, how that I think about it. I probably give the wrong impression, walking around with this armor on all the time, of how I really am outside of battle.
After a few hours, Rhia left the tailor wearing a long black dress that fell to around her ankles, and her hair was up in a bun. Dropping her armor off at the inn room she was staying in, which was also where Geist was being kept, Rhia began heading to the place where the banquet was being held, which she had gathered from hearsay and the tailor's own rambling as he was fitting her. When Rhia got there, she showed her coin to allow her entry, and when she got through the doors, she was amazed at the grand hall that was before her. Growing up in a somewhat rich family, she was used to occasional formal or grandiose parties, but this... this was far more than even she could have expected.
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Belinda
Shaman
Recording the world as I see it
Posts: 110
Profession: Scholar/Book Keeper
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Belinda's Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Belinda on Aug 25, 2017 20:29:21 GMT -6
"And there we go. Bel, you look great." The Captian commented towards his female companion. The purple haired woman sighed softly at the sight of herself in the mirror. It had been a few years since she last wore the dress of an aristocrat. She did a few twists and turns to make sure the dress covered her effectively. The dress was very revealing. A sleeveless, skin tight, dark blue dress. With long slits along the skirt that came up to her hip. Bits of the dress had gold trimmings along the edges. And the end bits along the skirt had a pattern of waves or wind whisps etched into the corners.
"This.. isn't proper." She commented in a flat tone of voice.
"How is it not proper? It's a dress!"
"Yes, it's a dress. But it's not the right dress. There's too much cleavage, back, and leg exposed. Women at these sort of things are supposed to be refined.. modest.. not wandering around like some back alley bimbo." She spoke as she tried to pinch the revered V shaped fold that was on the side of her legs.
"Ursula said it would work."
"Cid, Did you forget what she does for a living?" She asked and turned to look at Cid with a furrowed brow slightly annoyed stare.
"In all the excitement I.. yes. Okay.. so what do you do to fix it?"
"You can't fix it. That requires a whole new different sort of dress."
"Were strapped for cash m'lady. Spent what was left getting the fancy clothes for myself."
"Ugh. Fine. I can use a scholar's cape to cover the back. The I think I can manage to close up the side of the skirt with some needle and thread. There's a big brooch in the jewel box to the left. I think I can use it to pin together this diamond shaped hole in the bust." The shamaness spoke as she made her way towards her desk to look for some needle and thread. She sighed again as she reminisced as to how she got here. Cid's crew managed to get ahold of these fancy coins that were the invitation to some fancy party she had not heard about. Cid being the gentleman that he was begged, asked, Belinda if she would go with him. Because the poor captain had no idea what to do, say, dress, or act in these sort of fancy ass occasions. Fortunately, for Cid, Belinda agreed. Sort of. More like she was bribed by the prospects of this fancy party having some of her favorite foods. Like Fancy cheeses and wine. She spent a week teaching Cid the fine art of regal parties. And also reminding Cid that she will be spending a majority of the party in the corner next to the food because her name and face are hated among some of the minor nobility of Badon. Or probably in the corner reading over one of her tomes because it was the most comfortable thing for her to do in a party setting. Maybe.
After about an hour Belinda decided that the needle and thread were a lost cause. She decided to try and cover herself up as much as she could with similarly colored skin tight leggings. Elbow length gloves. And the goldish colored cape that partially covered her shoulders and fully covered her back. A few little pieces of shiny copper jewelry here and there finished the look. And she looked great. She commented herself on how she looked then cursed at herself for what she felt. She grabbed a modified version of her bag and made her way out towards the manor.
"Know this must be hard for you Bel. Your Dad made a real mess of things with his issues. Any trouble you come to me. Got it?" Cid spoke and Belinda nodded. They flashed the door man their coins and went inside.
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Post by Gar on Sept 1, 2017 23:11:58 GMT -6
After the shock of the hall itself had washed over him, Gar began to take in the scene altogether. The attendees were dressed in these fancy getups. That was to be expected. But even the serving people, walking around with trays of cheese and goblets of wine. They too, wore clothes far above their paygrade. A number of tables lined the midsection of the hall. There was a reserved table that ran perpendicular to the others at the back of the hall. Off in one corner were a number of instruments and a couple chairs for a band.
Gar gathered that dinner wasn’t until later. Then music after that. Now was the time to mingle. It was noisy. Not like the noise of a storm but some type of a drone. White noise that arose from a mix of voices and people shuffling around. Gar had never seen this many nobles in one place. Gar leaned over to speak to his mate, only to realize he was already gone. Those thieves. They loved to leave in silence. Well, I’m not going to stand here all day. I need a drink. Gar walked over to a serving man. “Greetings milord. Would you care for a libation?” Gar tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t a lord and only through context clues could he figure out what libation meant.
Gar gripped a goblet of wine and downed it in one gulp. Only after he had finished the drink did he realize the way other attendees held their glass. It was by the stem, in a dainty fashion. Gar saw he had made his first mistake. Perhaps his second. His first could've been attending this dinner.
It was then that a man approached him. He wore a half smirk, as if he knew something he shouldn’t know and couldn’t wait to say it. “You appear familiar. Are you not the son of that mongrel merchant? His crew certainly consisted of quite the barbaric bunch of sailors. Low born oafs, if you ask me. But despite that man’s unrefined background, he was surprisingly capable. I imagine the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Gar squinted his eyes at what was likely the most backhanded, roundabout attempt at a compliment of all time. The men on his father’s ship raised him, they were akin to family. So these were absolutely fighting words. As much as Gar wanted to break his teeth, he had to refrain. He could almost hear June’s voice of patience in his head right now.
Gar spoke through clenched teeth. “You know my father?”
“Of course, of course. He ran many deliveries for me before his retirement. All over the continent.” The man leaned in a little, which only made Gar’s desire to knock the man out grow. “I am sure I could regale you some stories. I do hope we are seated near each other for supper.” Gar wanted nothing less. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the tapping of silverware on a glass. A man stood atop a raised platform and spoke that the dinner had been prepared. Everyone was to find their seats and wait to be served.
[OOC: I think we should assume our characters sit next to each other, so they can start to interact.]
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Rhia
Cavalier
Posts: 36
Profession: Mercenary
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Rhia
OoC Alias: Kyra
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Post by Rhia on Sept 4, 2017 9:24:25 GMT -6
Once Rhia had stepped inside the large banquet hall, she was a bit overwhelmed by the number of people there. She could feel many eyes on her, but whether it was because the nobles here knew she was a stranger, or because her appearance was likely to attract the gaze of at least a few people, she wasn't sure. Her dress certainly wasn't skimpy in any way, but it was somewhat revealing towards the upper end, which helped a little bit to emphasize her.. assets, to use a term more "proper" to a party for the upper class, though this was a stylistic choice determined more by the tailor than by herself, but she admittedly didn't mind too much. As long as it didn't become a problem for her, she figured there was no need to draw more attention to that than was needed.
As Rhia was moving to find a table to sit at, many of which were still empty as people were walking around the hall and talking with each other, she was approached by a man a bit older than her, maybe in his mid-twenties or so. He had brown hair which appeared to have been recently smoothed down, and wore fairly standard upper class clothing. He seemed to be staring dumbfoundedly at Rhia as he approached, and it was quick for her to pick up on what he was about to say, or at least along which lines he was going to speak.
Taking a light sigh before speaking, the man began spilling forth his heart, or at least the illusion of doing such, which didn't surprise Rhia at all. "Milady, it is my utmost pleasure to welcome you to this fine event! I don't believe I've ever seen anyone like you around before. Quite the shame indeed that someone as beautiful as yourself has not graced a place such as this in all the times it's been put on!"
Rolling her eyes, Rhia put one hand on her hip, sounded slightly annoyed as she addressed the man. "You don't look like you're the one in charge here, so I have a feeling you're just trying to get me to do something with you. What do you want from me?" Rhia's question clearly had a small amount of venom to it, as she just wanted to sit down, and this man was trying to woo her with typical tricks, if they could even be called that.
Clearly upset at her not suddenly opening up to his attempts to woo her, the nobleman gasped a bit. "My lady, you wound me! I merely wanted to ask for your hand this fine evening, as you seem to be here alone. I would hate for such a beautiful woman like you to have to spend her time at this banquet, and the rest of her evening, all alone, without a handsome ma-"
"Not interested." Rhia's quick and interrupting response was extremely cold, and after uttering it, she began walling around the man, who looked very hurt, but also didn't pursue her any further. He then walked off, likely in search of easier, more gullible women.
Once she had found a table which was still completely empty, she lifted her dress just a bit so that search he could sit down in one of the chairs. She didn't want to emphasize how much of a stranger she was here by sitting at an already occupied table, which is why she chose to sit here, hoping that others would simply come to her instead. Shortly after sitting down and taking a few sips from the water glass that was set out ahead of time in front of her seat, she turned her attention to a man who was announcing that the food was now ready, and that it would be out to each of the guests soon. Thank goodness. I'm starving!
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Belinda
Shaman
Recording the world as I see it
Posts: 110
Profession: Scholar/Book Keeper
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Belinda's Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Belinda on Sept 4, 2017 16:11:24 GMT -6
Belinda and Cid wandered around the area for a bit. Trying to scout out a few faces that either of them knew. Cid got a few glances and Belinda got a couple of glares. She shook her head lightly and removed herself from Cid's company. She had thought the man enough to function in a banquet like this without making an ass of himself. He could do fine on his own for a few moments. The young Shamaness just wanted to find a quiet little corner in the library and read the literature that was offered. A waiter with a tray full of wine's came to her and offered her a cup. The young shamaness took the glass and held it in her hand the proper way, before asking the young man where the library was. She was given some directions and she thanked him with a coin.
But, she heard something familiar. The sounds of a man insulting another for his upbringing. She curled her free hand into a fist. If she had been here a few years ago she was probably inclined to agree with the man doing the insulting. Low born mongrels had no place in the higher society at least that's what she was taught. Until the world forced her to learn otherwise. Until, she too was on the receiving end of such insults, due to her father's own crimes. She turned her head to study the young man on the receiving end of the nobleman's insults. He looked decently well. Those clothes he wore weren't cheap and he was behaving himself rather well. She was sure he had the mind to punch the noble in the face but he didn't and that was enough to solidify the stranger as a decent enough individual.
The shamaness took a sip of her wine and made her way to talk to the purple clothed sir. But, the dinner announcement stopped her and she was forced to find her seat. Fortunately, for her seat was next to the young gentleman she wanted to speak to. That made things easier. She was also seated near another young woman with lovely green hair. Belinda quietly set her wine on the table and took a moment to inspect the sight before her. One plate, one bowl, several forks, two knives, and one spoon, yes that was all standard dinner ware. It was probably all counted for too. There was a small bowl of hot water in front of her. No bigger than a cup, meant to dip one's fingers in-between meals in order to keep the hands clean. The shamaness gently dipped the tips of her fingers into the water, dried them with the napkin cloth, and quietly put the napkin cloth over her lap. She took a moment to collect herself before turning her attention to the brown haired man who was being insulted earlier.
"Pardon me, sir. If I may... I overheard that whole exchange a bit ago with that higher classed sno.. sir. I can see that you are a bit new to this. Nothing to be ashamed about, but don't let their words dissuade you from enjoying your time here. Not all of us at the table are.. prudes."
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Post by Gar on Sept 16, 2017 21:48:30 GMT -6
Gar’s voice rumbled in his throat as he walked away from his father’s once employer. Clearly, this place was much different from the port of Badon. Gar exhaled through his nostrils and found his seat. On his path, he crossed a man getting entirely shot down by a woman in black. Gar had to smirk. There was always something humorous about such a scene. If nothing else, it helped to cheer him up a bit.
As it turned out, Gar found himself seated at the same table as the woman in that interaction. Green hair and a black dress. He noted that there was a second woman here, wearing a cape and a blue dress. The women he knew had a tendency to not wear dresses. That was just another difference between his actual life and this place. Gar let out a breath of relief. He was just glad the annoying man was nowhere in sight.
Gar sat for a moment, a pirate in lord's clothing. Time to break the ice. He was a pirate not a diplomat, so he had been working on a lordly introduction all day. He wasn’t a charismatic guy, but now was his chance to talk to these lords and ladies as if he were one of them. Gar would give it a shot.
Before he could start, the woman in the cape spoke to him. He turned his head toward the woman that addressed him as sir. Gar wasn't a knight or anything, but he assumed that was just what people called each other here. She quickly noted that he was new and reassured him that not everyone at the party was so stuck up. "Aye. I mean, indeed. I shouldn't let people like that get to me." Now that Gar thought about it, that man easily could've been testing him. If Gar had flown off the handle and knocked the guy out, he would've been promptly removed from the party. This whole ordeal would've been for naught.
Now was the time for the proper introduction he had been working on all day. He had to make sure nothing was amiss. Forget it. They can probably tell I'm no lord. Gar introduced himself the old fashioned way. "Name's Gar. I'm a sailor and you're right, I am not used to a fancy gathering such as this."
Gar shrugged his shoulders. There were still service people walking around providing libations to the attendees. Gar waved his hand to have one dropped off at his seat. Gar carried the glass in a modified version of the dainty fashion he had seen others carry theirs. He was still off but he was trying, ineffective as it felt. Gar turned to the table. "What do you all call yourselves?"
Gar gave a moment for them to reply, then he addressed the green haired woman. "I saw you shoot down that lord earlier. It was a little funny if I'm being honest. But if you ask me, a person could do a lot worse than a rich lord like these guys. So why did you refuse his company?" Gar was genuinely curious, he didn't want to be rude in asking though.
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Belinda
Shaman
Recording the world as I see it
Posts: 110
Profession: Scholar/Book Keeper
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Belinda's Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Belinda on Sept 21, 2017 20:03:49 GMT -6
Bel smiled softly at the well-dressed sailor. It was nice to see another sailor among them. Perhaps she could introduce him to her Captian. The purple haired shamaness caught sight of her captain at the far end of the table. It seemed he was having some mild success in talking to two ladies. He didn't sport any fresh slap marks on his face or spilled wine in his face. Success! And then she realized her captain needed to survive a few more hours of this party and that it was probably too early to celebrate. The sailor introduced himself as Gar.
"My name is Belinda." She turned to face him.
"Scholar from Badon. And accountant who caters to captains and cargo." She spoke softly. And deliberately left out her surname lest it sully her chances for a better future.
"I'm under the temporary employ of Captian Cid." She pointed to the man with the feather hat down the table. She sighed. Cid was helping himself to some wine. And then pouring the ladies next to him wine from the bottle. An act reserved for the servants.
"Well.. at least he's in good spirits. He.. isn't.. used to fancy gatherings either." She spoke lightly then took a look at her own wine glass. It was a vain attempt to hide the flush of red in her cheeks. Her embarrassment. The clear container's contents were a deep burgundy color. The boozy liquid filled her glass about half way and for the moment Belinda felt that that wasn't enough. She was mildly embarrassed to have pointed out Cid in a moment of him being himself, rather than the polished version of himself that he was supposed to be. She picked up her glass and took a sip of wine before putting it back down on the table. She overheard the conversation between the green haired woman and Gar. It seemed that the woman turned down the spurns of a lord. Good on her. The lords of the table were a colorful bunch. Some with good intentions others with bad ones.
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Rhia
Cavalier
Posts: 36
Profession: Mercenary
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Rhia
OoC Alias: Kyra
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Post by Rhia on Sept 30, 2017 9:07:57 GMT -6
As the food was beginning to be brought out to all of the guests, Rhia straightened up her posture a bit when two strangers approached her, sitting down next to her at the table. One of them was a woman in a dark blue dress, which Rhia noticed was a tad risqué, but that she was also trying to cover that with a cape as best as possible. Not that she could really judge anyway, as her own dress had its own accentuated points, although she hadn't felt it necessary to cover that up, even if it did bring a wandering eye or two her way. The second person definitely did not look like the noble sort. He was a huge, muscular man, who almost seemed comically uncomfortable in his outfit for the banquet. Apparently he'd had some sort of argument with a noble, to which the woman near her was almost apologizing on the behalf of the nobles, to which Rhia nodded in agreement.
The man introduced himself as Gar, and shortly after he asked what each of their names were, the woman spoke up, introducing herself as Belinda. That left herself, so she spoke up, "I'm Rhia. I may not look like it in this, but I'm a mercenary from Bern. A cavalier to be specific, but obviously I had to leave my horse and armor elsewhere." As she finished explaining her profession, Belinda pointed out her captain a ways away, trying to woo a double noblewomen, by the looks of it. Rhia chuckled a bit, but stopped when she saw Belinda was getting extremely embarrassed because of the man.
Turning back to Gar, she started to answer the question he'd asked about the noble she'd been talking to. "Oh, well it's actually pretty simple. I realize I could probably do much worse than a rich man like him, but it was the specific way he was talking. I could tell he likely just wanted to get me in bed with him once the banquet is all said and done. I wasn't about to waste my evening with someone like that, so I denied him and came over this way. And he likely went away to try and break some other woman's heart." Rhia wasn't sure why she added that last part. She hoped it didn't seem too out of place, given the context it was said in. She didn't really feel like now was the best time to be divulging her past, but she'd probably still do so if asked enough. Hopefully though, it'd just be left alone. As she tried to pull herself out of her know thoughts, she picked up the glass of water in front of her, taking a few sips of it.
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Post by Gar on Oct 2, 2017 15:15:41 GMT -6
Belinda, the scholar gestured toward her current employer. Gar made a face and turned his head to see the Captain Cid. Gar had never met the man before, which was unexpected but welcome. Worst case scenario, that man would be the captain of a ship Gar had raided before. “He doesn’t typically work out of Badon does he? I don’t think we’ve crossed paths before.” Maybe Gar himself had been away from Badon longer than he thought. Gar smiled and nodded respectfully at the man, but he seemed preoccupied. Understandable, it wasn’t every day that fancy ladies of the land took interest in a sea captain. Which prompted Gar’s question toward Rhia, the Bernese cavalier.
She answered in a matter of fact fashion. Maybe Gar’s question was dumb. She claimed it was easy to tell what the man’s true desire was. Gar would have trouble with something like that. He probably lacked the intuition that was required in such a case. There was something about Rhia's response that prompted Gar to switch the subject. “At any rate, I’m glad you both decided to sit at this table. You’re good company.” With his shifty mate off doing who knows what, Gar would’ve been incredibly bored and uncomfortable if he were sitting here alone.
That was when the food started being brought out. Gar had somewhat prepared himself for this. There were multiple rounds of food called courses. A person apparently wasn’t supposed to eat all of the food presented for some reason. The first round was a small plate of green salad with some drizzle of burgundy. Gar wasn’t too concerned with the contents of the course as he was with how he was going to approach eating it. He reached slowly toward the smallest fork and looked around to see if he was correct in doing so. Gar recognized how silly this all was, but he still felt more nervous here than he ever had on the battlefield.
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Belinda
Shaman
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Posts: 110
Profession: Scholar/Book Keeper
Affinity: Ice
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Post by Belinda on Oct 6, 2017 21:31:03 GMT -6
"Cid's route is generally tied to either Badon or Khan Yunis. Your name isn't familiar to me. So it is safe to assume that you haven't crossed paths with him." Belinda spoke. She then waited a moment to hear of the green-haired maiden's story. She seemed like the reliable sort. One with a good head on her shoulders.
"This table is full of heartbreakers." Belinda commented in a slightly lower tone.
"I wish I could gossip about them some more. Unfortunately, gossip works both ways." She closed her eyes for a bit. She needed to focus herself mentally. She knew a few faces here. She knew that they knew she was here. And as much as she wished she could smear some of their names she knew better. A lady always knew better. At least that's what her mother would always say. And try as she might she was raised to be a proper lady. Albeit a lesser one when compared to the potential nobility sitting at the table, but still a lady none the less.
Belinda opened her eyes and was slightly surprised to see a salad staring back at her. The waiter must have brought it while she was in the middle of her mental focus. The young shamaness grabbed her cloth napkin, she gently opened it, and draped it lightly across her lap. And then she waited. A lady must wait until all the guests are served and the host of the gala started eating. Once the host finished what speech they had, sat down, and started eating. Only, then did Belinda grab the small salad fork. The smallest fork that was on the left side of her plate. The smallest fork that had the slightly longer spokes. The length of the spokes was what differentiated the salad fork from the similarly sized fish fork. Belinda sat up straight and took small polite bites of her food. She enjoyed the salad immensely but, she knew she couldn't eat it all. Not that cleaning one's plate was frowned upon. It was simply due to the fact that these meals had several courses and one had to eat a little bit of everything so as not to seem rude.
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Rhia
Cavalier
Posts: 36
Profession: Mercenary
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Ice
Profile: Rhia
OoC Alias: Kyra
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Post by Rhia on Oct 11, 2017 19:30:45 GMT -6
Once Gar had changed the subject away from what she'd mentioned, Rhia replied to his statement about her and Belinda being good company. "I believe I'm going to have to agree with that. You're both definitely more interesting than what I'd be willing to bet all the other guests here would've been." As Rhia paused and began thinking what to say next, she heard the food being brought out. Gods, finally! I was starting to think I might starve! The green haired girl became visibly distraught as the first dish, a fairly simple salad, was brought out, and she let out a sigh before reluctantly eating it.
Ugh.. this isn't going to fill me! I'd forgotten how strange fancier meals are. I guess I've gotten used to just ordering an entire leg or two of something, and just devouring it. I haven't had to take my time eating in a while, now that I think about it... They better bring out some more substantial food soon, or I'm probably gonna start getting grumpy, and that won't look good in this kind of setting.
Finishing up most of the salad before sliding her plate to the side, Rhia tried to spark up some more conversation while the three of them waited for the next course, if only to help take her mind off of how hungry she was. Turning to Belinda, she referred to her earlier comment about gossip. "You know, I'd actually love to hear all the gossip you've probably got gathered up about the people here. I understand why you'd keep quiet though. It's a shame, really. I'm sure it'd be interesting to know more about the upper class life. I may have skirted the edges of it, thanks to my parents, but I was never able to be fully submerged in that lifestyle. Probably explains why I ended up as a mercenary. Granted, I wouldn't have it any other way."
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Post by Gar on Oct 20, 2017 3:15:51 GMT -6
Cid, and Gar likely had never crossed paths before. That was a relief. The last thing he would want is to be accused of raiding another guest's vessel. From the looks of it, Gar had picked the correct fork. He began eating with small bites, polite enough for the present company. The ladies spoke of gossip, while Gar had been busy focusing on eating like a small rabbit. HE thought for a moment, gossip about the lords and ladies in Badon could prove to be useful information. But whatever intel there was to gain at this banquet, his mate probably already had it. So he could do without hearing it.
Rhia however, mentioned something interesting. Gar placed the tiny utensil down and pushed the plate away from himself. " You're a mercenary?" That was unexpected, Gar thought he was going to be the only person in this whole event that had ever even seen a fistfight, let alone a battle. "What are you doing here then?" Gar's question was pretty hypocritical. The same could be asked of him. Anyone truly familiar enough with the territory would know Gar wasn't just any sailor. They would know that he was indeed a pirate. The lords of course wouldn't squander their time with such trivialities as to what pirates operate in their waters. But a mercenary might know firsthand. And a scholar could probably figure it out given enough information.
The next course was being brought out while the first plates were efficiently cleared away. This one was some bread with diced tomato and herbs on it. Gar had seen it before but never thought to order it. It seemed, unsatisfying. either way, Gar picked up the bread and bit into it. He chewed and swallowed before placing the bread back on the plate. It certainly wasn't his favorite. " Rich folks sure know how to make a lot of, er, complicated dishes."
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Belinda
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Post by Belinda on Oct 29, 2017 15:57:51 GMT -6
The mercenary is here because she had an invitation. Though she could see what Gar meant by his comment. There were many at this table who were strangers to the battlefield. Though there were also those who were familiar with it. The guards some of the staff. Cid was no stranger to a fight. And she recognized at least three others who were seasoned fencers.
"I was raised with the high class and while it provided me with everything I could want.. it was very restrictive. I was put in a situation I did not approve of and did what I could to leave that situation behind." She glanced around at the guests at the table. One guest in the table caught her eye and she was forced to look away. An older woman with the same hair color as young Shamaness. She wore a dress that was proper of a woman of high class but showed signs of being with child.
"I left the high society life on my own terms and learned to appreciate the value of freedom." She glanced at the plate of bread. She gently spooned a bit of oil that was provided onto the tomatoey bits of the bread. She then took a bite and let the cheese, bread, and tomato meld into a mash of flavors.
"Gar this dish isn't complicated at all. I'll tell you a dish that is complicated cailles en sarcophage. Which is essentially quail in a sarcophagus. The quail is not in an actual stone tomb.. but rather inside a biscuit or pastry and baked." She thought fondly of the dish for a moment. It was a holiday dish meant to be eaten on certain holidays or even a birthday.
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Post by Gar on Dec 10, 2017 17:59:35 GMT -6
Gar listened to Belinda’s comments about the high life. The captain hadn’t been raised the same way, clearly, he was quite a stranger to the whole scene. However, Gar found the variance of people’s upbringings to be interesting and important. It was this that made the people who they were. He knew he certainly wouldn’t be the same had he not been raised at sea. The purple haired lady left some things vague. Gar noticed this but decided against commenting upon it. She did mention the concept of freedom, to which Gar did have to comment.
“The value of freedom. I can certainly drink to that.” Gar having been raised free, then being captured and having to regain his freedom placed a particular importance on the concept. He raised one of the small glasses of wine and took a sip. He returned the glass to the table as a member of the waiting staff removed the previous dish. Gar was starting to get used to the routine of this meal.
“Aye, complicated was likely the wrong word. How about luxurious?" Belinda introduced the pirate to another meal. One that seemed to be from another land based on the title. Gar chuckled at the sound of this dish that he couldn’t even hope to pronounce. “Seems like too much effort if you ask me. Why not just eat the quail then eat the biscuit? ” He shrugged. Surely there was some reason for the complexity. His attention shifted as the scent of the next course filled his nose. He couldn’t place the smell exactly but it smelled good.
A sizable bowl of lobster, pasta in cream sauce and herbs was placed in front of each of the guests. Gar’s eyes lit up at the sight. He was excited about this one. It was much heartier than the previous course. That was something that a person of Gar’s build appreciated. “I should’ve expected the main course to be seafood around these parts.” Gar smiled and began to eat.
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