Muninn Newsrag/Adventures of one Drunk and her Rabbit/RP4Ch1
Davendrall and Anneliese show the newcomer Sir Charion the ropes - Chapter 1
New Knight
A new knight has emerged from the ranks of the Eston nobles. Charion Orgauth is starting his career today. You can check the background of this family or send a welcome message.
And that's where it all began...
| Letter from Charion |
| Greeting nobles of Eston,
Charion Orgauth at your service, in need of a liege and I would also like to hear more about the realm in order to be certain I made the right choice coming here. Yours Sir Charion Orgauth |
| Letter from Anneliese |
| Sir Charion,
The first, most important thing you need to know is to never, ever drink Leprechaun wine in public. Certain individuals will take advantage of your inebriated state and steal your pants. Or put honey in your hair. The second most important thing you need to know is to never, ever, refuse to drink Leprechaun wine, because someone might come up behind you and hold you still while another person forces it down your throat. And then put honey in your hair. The third thing you must know is that there are a bunch of rabbits and squirrels around here. Watch your step; be sure you don't trip over them or you may be eaten alive. In conclusion, you have probably made the wrong choice... |
| Letter from Davendrall |
| Don't listen to Anne! She's one of the rabbits! She's trying to trick you! Leprechaun wine is awesome and should be accepted under all circumstances and definitely should be drink in public, just watch out in case the judge is around first. And honey is good for your hair! |
| Letter from Anneliese |
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Oh, and I forgot to mention: anyone claiming I am a rabbit is either lying, drunk or hallucinating. Probably all three... the wine is hallucinogenic. And Davendrall created Leprechaun wine - of course she wants you to drink it! Getting you addicted to that stuff gains her more business... |
| Letter from Charion |
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Hmm thank you for the "warm" welcome! As for being cautious I am afraid I am not very cautious...and I like wine so much, I think I am gonna try some of that Leprechaun wine.... |
| Letter from Davendrall |
| Oooh excellent! You can buy it at most taverns now, but I have a large personally supply which you can have some of, as soon as I come back from my secret hide out |
| Letter from Athena |
| Charion,
I must warn you. Buying, consuming or selling Leprechaun wine outside of any brothel in the realm is illegal. Just a fair warning. Oh and if you see Davendrall let me know I have unfinished business with her. |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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Pfft...legalities...legalities...legalities... And don't...the judge is scary |
| Letter from Bonetal |
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I smell some whipping.
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| Letter from Athena |
| Would you like to join them? |
| Letter from Mick |
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Athena and whip
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| Letter from Davendrall |
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Hey! I refuse to be the subservient one! |
| Letter from Anneliese |
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Davendrall... I think we need to get out the wine. I'll hold 'em down while you pour! |
| Roleplay from Mick | |
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The entire of Eston stands in shocked silence while they ponder whom Anneliese and Davendrell plan to ...Water. Mick tries very hard not to look the plant. | |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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Ah this all seems so familiar my dear Annie. However, I believe last time we met you attacked me, and I am still in hiding as I am sure you will hand me over to the judge |
| Letter from Anneliese |
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Let's call a temporary truce - you can run after we're through. I cannot let these insults stand. Besides, I can't very well hold them down and pour wine down their throats at the same time... |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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Still hiding...the judge is lurking, and im sure there is a price on my head. And what insults? |
| Letter from Anneliese |
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So you weren't insulted that they just described you crying and being tied up in poetry form? Which will likely spread around and reach the whole realm? |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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Me? Crying? I thought they were talking about you! |
| Letter from Anneliese |
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Bonetal said 'girls', while Mick mentioned both you and me by name. |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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Yes, but i am sure this is still a ploy to get me out of hiding |
| Letter from Mick |
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Blood Sweat Tears of joy
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| Letter from Anneliese |
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If I were responsible for that awful poetry, I would have at least made sure it only mentioned you, not me. |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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Aha! You didn't deny it! And micks poetry is legendary! He is the best poet in Norland! However...there is no Norland left |
| Letter from Mick |
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I'm also the only poet in Norland |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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What about Xaphan? |
| Letter from Mick |
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Illiterate |
| Letter from Anneliese |
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Didn't deny what? |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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That you were plotting to get me out of my secret hiding place of secret secretness so you could capture me |
| Letter from Anneliese |
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Oh! You mean Mick's last poem... I thought it was describing me hurting you, not trying to trick you. In that case, I must say that while I would very much love to hurt you, I am not trying to trick you. I want to pour wine down Mick and Bonetal's throats before I try to kil- I mean, give you cookies! |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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Ooooh cookies! I'll be there in a few days! |
| Roleplay from Davendrall | |
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"Teddy!" Davendrall shouted at her esquire "Yes Mistress Davendrall?" "We must leave this secret hideout of secret secretness of hideouts! Anne has cookies!" "But we only just got here" "But...cookies" "You payed 15 gold to get in here!" "15 gold?! Since when did I pay for my own secret hide outs?" "Erm...this isn't really a hideout...its the tournament grounds in Foda" Davendrall looked around curiously "Oh...I thought it looked familiar...oh well...15 gold, really? Well she better still have some cookies after the tournament is over!" | |
| Letter from Anneliese |
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I hope you like peanut butter cookies! ...no, seriously, we're out of chocolate chips. |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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Well then you had better start baking! |
| Letter from Anneliese |
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I'll tell the cook. What time will you arrive? ...just so I'll be sure they're ready, of course. |
| Letter from Davendrall |
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Sometime Wednesday evening or Thursday morning I should think...plenty of time to bake lots of cookies |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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Anne sat down the letter, and began laughing madly. When she had finally finished, tears were streaming down her eyes. "I think I underestimated Dave's obsession with cookies..." She wiped away the tears with her sleeve. "Cathy, quit writing and send a message to the baker - I need five hundred or so cookies by Wednesday." The scribe objected, "She can't possibly eat all thos-" "That is the point. I want her to die of cookie overdose! No one will ever know I planned it! Not even the judge!" "You can't die of-" The scribe stopped, smelling the familiar sent of wine on Anne's breath. "Very well, Dame. What type?" "All types!" The scribe wrote something down, then exited the study. Anne leaned back against her chair, placed her feet up on the table, and started laughing again. | |
| Letter from Charion |
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Hmmm noble ladies Anneliese and Davendrall,
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| Letter from Davendrall |
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Cookies and Leprechaun Wine? What could be better? See you there later this week, and don't forget the cookies Anne |
| Letter from Anneliese |
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Oh, I won't forget. |
| Roleplay from Anneliese | |
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"...especially not since I ordered five hundred of them! What was I thinking?" They were once again in Anne's study, though this time she was sober, and nursing a headache. "I believe your exact words were 'I want her to die of cookie overdose'." She rubbed her temple, "I don't recall saying such a stupid thing." The scribe held out her tablet and showed it to her, "Here, I took the liberty of writing your words down, since I was afraid this exact situation would arise." Right under 'Anneliese laughs like a mad woman' was: 'I want her to die of cookie overdose! No one will ever know I planned it! Not even the judge!' She frowned. "I do not laugh like a mad woman!" "If you say so, Dame." Anne narrowed her eyes stared at her. "I was merely agreeing with you." The scribe kept her face neutral, and carefully changed the subject, "Now, then, how are you going to kill Dame Davendrall if there will be a witness?" "I could kill both of them, but that doesn't strike me as appropriate. Instead, I shall have to use another idea..." | |
For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read Chapter 2
