Ironsides Family/Bowie/Debauchery Two
The Debauchery of Port Raviel
The Second Evening
Roleplay from Bowie Ironsides
Black Bowie strolled gingerly down the snow blanketed, moonlit street. Along the way, an undead leapt out from an alley to attack. Startled, Bowie quickly unsheathed his sword and engaged with the creature. The incredibly strong monster nearly overpowered him, but luckily was not capable of defending against a trained swordsman. The undead lost both its legs and was immobilized.
Ignoring the dismembered beast, Bowie returned the sword to his side and continued walking, this time whistling.
He turned another corner and met with a second beast. This one had already found itself a meal. The shoe maker was half eaten and crawling numb towards his shop. He was caught working late. Bowie cringed at the mess before him, unsheathed his sword a second time and cut down the abominable thing. Then Bowie knelt beside the shoe keeper, examined the suffering man and dropped his sword into the man’s chest, mercy killing him. After wiping all the gore off his blade and boots, he continued walking towards his destination, whistling once again.
Finally, and without any more interruptions, Bowie entered the brothel near the overbridge. The place was quickly becoming his favourite hangout in the whole city.
So begun the Second Evening of Debauchery
Inside, Bowie flashed some gold to the Procuress who nodded immediately. The same three girls who met with Bowie last time came out and set up the table.
“Brrr, it is cold outside, but it feels really warm in here. How long have you had that fire going? Put more wood on it, we will need it the rest of the night. Say, has Antonine arrived yet? Play some music until he does. Delana dance while Nadia plays. Melani, sit with me.”
Melani smiled and set up two glasses and uncorked a bottle of brandy.
“Now that’s the stuff!” Bowie said as he sat down.
“Would you like anything to eat Master Amilcare?” Melani asked,
“No thank you love, please sit. Last time we spoke you said you knew how to swim. Can you believe that I am unable to? And you are just a peasant! Tell me what else you can do.”
“Well…I, my father was a very experienced man and always taught me the skills he learned. He also taught me how to read.”
Bowie’s eyes widened.
“Imagine that. You are literate! You know Melani, I am beginning to think that you are a scholar hidden in a peasants body.”
“Trapped in a prostitute’s life.” She frowned.
The Procuress overheard and detested.
“Melani! You are to entertain our guests, not depress them! Keep your pitiful thoughts to yourself. Smile, start dancing, and drink up!”
“Return to your quarters Mistress! This woman may speak her mind to me if she pleases. Intelligence is as pleasurable as the flesh is.” Bowie responded.
The Procuress silenced and returned to tending to the fire. Bowie ignored her and began to drink, Melani joined him.
“Trapped is a common condition,” Bowie said.
Melani answered, “Noble or not, we all share the same sufferings.”
Bowie Ironsides (Knight of Port Raviel)
Letter from Asriel Octavius
After a few minor scuffles with undead in the street, Asriel made his way to the brothel. Upon arriving he found the door barred from the inside.
"Open up!" he bellowed. "I'm not undead and I'm not going to attack you, I just want to make you wealthier. So open this bloody door!"
There was a sound of bars being drawn and the door was opened by a worried looking Pocuress. Asriel alias Antonine entered.
The first sight which greeted him was Bowie alias Amilcare pointing a sword towards the door whilst the three girls huddled behind him. Upon seeing him, Bowie lowered his sword.
"Yes, yes I'm not undead." said Asriel "Someone fetch me something to drink, and make sure its strong."
"Are things that bad out there? enquired Delana as Asriel sat down beside her.
"Pretty much yes." he replied as he tenderly rubbed her cheek with the back of his finger. "I was accosted by undead brutes several times on the way over here, needless to say they didn't erm unlive to regret it, and its bitterly cold out there."
"Oh dear, we'd better warm him up hadn't we Delana." said Nadia. They both snuggled up on either side of him. Meanwhile, Melani whispered endearments into Bowie's ear.
The Procuress brought a glass of a rich golden liquid over. Antonine drained it in one and relaxed back into the seat. "Ah that's better. I feel warmer already."
After a while Asriel asked "Tell me my dears, can either of you dance?"
They laughed "Of course we can nobleborn. We'd be pretty poor at our job if we couldn't." said Nadia. "But Delana is better than I." she added. "I mainly play the music instead."
"Well then." he said "Strike up a tune! M'lady," he said, standing up and flourishing his cloak to Delana "Would you care to dance?" "Of course my lord." she replied giggling.
They danced for quite a while.
Asriel Octavius (Knight of Port Raviel)
Roleplay from Bowie Ironsides
Nadia was playing the lyre, Delana, Antonine, Amilcare and Melani were dancing beside the fireplace, the Procuress was at the bar tending to two other men with another one of her women, when suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew out the fire and darkened the whole place.
Startled, the girls yelped. Then, it began, the undead siege!
The side window was smashed as two undead climbed in, the front door began to pound and as if it was staged, the sound of moaning erupted all at once. As the Undead began to climb through the window, the two men at the bar, who were local artisans, started to fight them off.
Black Bowie unsheathed his sword with Asriel and engaged the beasts. A chaotic brawl broke out. As the monsters were being mangled to pieces, and a few more fell in, the noblemen began to direct the scene.
“Quick! Put a table in front of the door, if they break the lock we’re drowned!”
“Cover the windows! Women, get upstairs!”
From upstairs they heard a woman’s scream.
“They’re up there too!”
“How?”
“You two guys, get up there!”
“Women, try to get the fire going.”
Asriel and Bowie killed off the last invaders and put a tipped over table in front of the broken window. They could hear the moans from all around. The women were able to get a small fire going, but it was having a hard time igniting into one suitable to light the whole floor. From upstairs, they heard more fighting, a yell then a thud and a crash.
Asriel looked at Bowie and said,
“How many do you think are out there?”
“I do not know. Let us hope that they do not start pouring in. If we get overwhelmed we can’t win.”
“Right. Let’s see if the upstairs is clear, though one of us should keep command of this front.”
“Which one?” Bowie said,
“Does it matter?”
“I’ll check the top floor then, you guard the women. Keep an eye on that front door. It takes them a minute longer to enter through the window, and we can kill them faster. If they break that door down, they’ll just rush in.”
“Got it.”
They clanged their swords together in understanding and Bowie ran upstairs to manage the second floor.
“Alright ladies, relax and we should have everything taken care of by the morning. Hey Procuress, pour me another shot will yah. Those things aren’t going to ruin my night.” Asriel coolly remarked.
Bowie Ironsides (Knight of Port Raviel)
