Muninn Newsrag/Adventures of one Drunk and her Rabbit/RP5Ch3

Pie fight at the tournament in York - Chapter 3

Roleplay from Obadiah a random Ithalian

Obidiah couldn't take his eyes off Davendrall. It wasn't that she was particularly beautiful - there were lots of good looking women here. And it wasn't just that she was now soaked through, though it did rather suit her. It was that she was not just having fun, but was clearly causing it. (Most of the nobles present seemed to have enjoyed the fight, either watching or joining in, even though it meant their meal was going to be far more scrappy than intended.) Obidiah hadn't had fun for ages, he realised. Even when he was living at home, playfights with his brothers had quickly turned into training sessions as they'd become teenagers and started planning their military careers. And since leaving home, he'd been fighting almost continuously, one way or another. He laughed at the thought of his brothers in this situation. Nahum would have attempted something stuttering and gallant, like providing a screen and averting his eyes. Torsten, being still young, would probably have just stood back and watched, though no doubt he was growing up fast on the East Continent. Obidiah had always been more direct though, so he just picked up the two bottles of cider he'd saved from the melee, and went to sit on the edge of the fountain to see if Davendrall would share them with him.

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall stood up in the fountain she was splashing around in. Her clothing was completely soaked through, but at least she wasn't covered in sticky cake and wine "Cider hmm...I prefer wine myself" Davendrall turned and shouted "Teddy! Get us some Leprechaun Wine" she shouted to her esquire, who was currently hiding behind a nearby turned over table. He came running up to the fountain, handed over a bottle of wine and ran off "Anneliese? Would you like to join us?" she shouted over to her friend who was still covered in custard Davendrall turned back to Obadiah "Have you ever tried Leprechaun wine? If your having it for the first time, be ware of the hallucinations. Got any glasses?"

Roleplay from Obadiah a random Ithalian

Obidiah spotted a box of glasses that had not yet been unpacked by the servants, who had clearly been anticipating a more orderly affair, and brought the whole box over. Most were unbroken, and he pulled four out, taking the hint that this wasn't going to be a tete-a-tete. He picked a stray bit of pastry off his shoulder and threw it away from the fountain. "Leprechaun Wine? I've not tried it. I grew up amongst orchards, so I've not had much apart from cider to be honest. I seem to remember hearing that this wasn't the sort of stuff to serve to your maiden aunt though. Not if you want to inherit. I'm game though."

Roleplay from Davendrall

"Excellent!" While waiting for Anneliese to come over Davendrall poured out some wine into a glass for her and Obadiah "I'd drink it slowly if I were you." Davendrall sat on the edge of the fountain and sipped some of her wine "So now we have the necessities out of the way...who are you?"

Roleplay from Obadiah a random Ithalian

"Apologies, how rude, offering a drink before an introduction. My mother would be furious. Obidiah Coster, marshal and cavalryman of Minas Ithil, though originally from Barnlure in Carelia. I suppose I should be hosting here, in some sense, but I've been keeping my head down so far. This counts though, don't you think, even if you did supply the wine?" Obidiah continued to cradle his glass, cautious about taking even a sip, until he'd seen the effect of the so-called wine on someone else first. "And your name is Dave I gather from the shouting. Funny name for a girl? Were you parents hoping for a boy? Or am I showing my ignorance of cultural differences. They never seem to matter on the battlefield. Where are you from?"

Roleplay from Anneliese

Anne stole a table cloth and used that and the water from the fountain to clean the bits of pie and food still on her clothes. Since she was not already wet, she made sure to keep herself mostly dry in her cleaning. Instead of immediately walking over to Davendrall to join her, she said to Ain, "You should see what she did to me - I'm taller than her," Though not nearly as tall as Ain was, "and she still manages to..." Anne trail off, as she realized she didn't want to share her embarrassment with a stranger from another realm. "...er, nevermind. Let's just say she does this sort of thing a lot." She walked over to join the two by the fountain. She had not heard the first part of the conversation, but was able to catch the second. "Her name isn't Dave. It's just what I call her, because it's funny. She's actually Davendrall."

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall glared at the pair of them, gritting her teeth "My name...is not...Dave...my name...is Davendrall...I am female..."

Roleplay from Anneliese

"Yes you are!" She said, in a tone of an adult indulging a child and patted her head. That action was probably going to get her pushed into the fountain, but she couldn't resist goading her.

Roleplay from Obadiah a random Ithalian

"If it wasn't clear before, the water on your clothes is making it quite clear that you are indeed female. But don't worry, I wasn't fooled for a moment - I was just curious about your name." Obidiah turned to Davendrall's more demure companion. "Hello. I'm Obidiah. Are you with this troublemaker? You're not sisters, are you. You look like you think you should be looking after her better though. Or is it just that you're not sure you should be letting her drag you into this sort of thing?"

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall glared harder at Anneliese. She put her glass gently on the side of the fountain. She stood up before Anneliese carmly. Then suddenly without warning she launched herself at Anneliese, tackling her around the waste and launching both of them back into the fountain

Roleplay from Anneliese

Anne raised an eyebrow at 'sisters'. "Oh no, she's not my sister! She's a friend. We came to the tournamen-" She wasn't able to finish her sentence, being far too busy being pushed into the fountain. After spitting out water, she turned toward the stranger, laughing, "As you can see, she's a bit touchy about called a man. And she drags me into this sort of thing all the time! That's why I hang around her." At this moment, she sensed (or rather, guessed) that Dave was about to make another sneak attack, and swam away to the edge of the fountain as quickly as she could.

Roleplay from Davendrall

"Sisters? That would be weird" Davendrall tried to sneak attack Anneliese again, but just before she could she swam away "Wimp!" She shouted before splashing lots of water in her direction

Roleplay from Anneliese

"Says she who cannot properly hold a sword," Anne stuck her tongue out at her. Noisily.

Roleplay from Davendrall

"Pfft! Just cause I can't hold a sword doesn't mean im a wimp! Your the one who runs away from water!" Davendrall got herself out of the fountain "Bored now...nap time" Davendrall announced, lying down on the floor and going to sleep

Roleplay from Obadiah a random Ithalian

"Are you sure she's old enough to be here?" Obidiah asked Anneliese in a loud stage-whisper, whilst looking for a response from Davendrall. "My five year-old sister acts more grown up!". There was maybe a faint smile from the apparently sleeping woman, so Obidiah assumed his light-hearted jibe had been taken in the spirit intended. He then turned directly to Anneliese, and said, in a deliberately normal voice "So, I take it you do know how to use a sword then? Looking forward to the tournament?"

Roleplay from Anneliese

"She really is like a child, sometimes." Anne said as she got up out of the fountain. She walked over to the where the buffet had been before the fight and took another table-cloth to dry herself off with. It was hardly adequate, so she decided to simply wear it around her wet form to provide some sense of decency. She sat down on a dry part of the fountain, "Yes. Better than she does, at least. I've been a courtier, or policing regions most of my life, so I'm not as good as I'd like to be." There was a slight hint of bitterness detectable in her voice. Anne turned her sword's sheath upside and emptied it of water, and then pulled the sword itself out and dried it with the table cloth. "I don't suppose I'll win, but I thought it would be good practice, at least."

Roleplay from Obadiah a random Ithalian

"That's why I left Carelia, where I grew up. Not enough action likely, and action was all I cared about. Still is, in a way. I thought I was growing up, and wanting a more balanced life, but I think actually I just needed a rest. I'm longing for battle again now." Obidiah lapsed into silence, contemplating what drove him to seek battle so desparately. Then he laughed. "On the other hand, I can hardly wield sword standing up any more. I'm so used being anchored to a horse, I seem to have forgotten how to balance without one!"

Roleplay from Anneliese

Anne sheathed her sword, though first making sure there was no water trapped inside that might cause it to rust. She wasn't sure what to say; making conversation with strangers wasn't one of her strong points. "My..." It didn't seem right to call it her homeland. She'd never felt like she belonged, though it was not as if she felt she belonged anywhere else, either, "...original realm was at war much of the time, but by the time I could join them, it was all over." She neglected to mention that she'd been in Tara, before joining Eston, and thus would have been one the other side of the battlefield, had she been in battle. At the mention of a horse, Anne looked up and seemed to be more interested. "Are you a cavalier? What is it like?"

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall turned over and yawned, waking up "Horses." She said getting up. She realized her clothes had become a bit sticky from drying in the sun "I need to get changed" She announced wondering over to her tent to get a new set of clothing She emerged freshly dressed in a few minutes and came back to the conversation "By the way...I'm 20" A messenger ran up to Davendrall and handed her a letter "Anne...what have you done...a girl called Georgina has been found having committed suicide...holding a letter from an editor of my newspaper...i.e. you"

Roleplay from Anneliese

Anne blinked and turned toward Dave, "What? Who?" That name sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn't recall who it was. "And you must be lying. I don't think any of my letters would cause anyone to die." "...I mean, anything as simple as letter would cause someone to commit suicide."

Roleplay from Obadiah a random Ithalian

"The cavalry? Very glamorous. Can't you tell?" Obidiah picked bit of pie crust from his collar. "Ah, horses are fun, of course, and it's a great feeling being in a unit all charging together, but when you're doing it in battle it's a very complicated feeling. Mixed in with the excitement is a lot of fear: fear of being too late to help the infantry, fear of being too early to get help when you've lost momentum, fear of a random pikeman and, in my case at least, fear of losing my horse and having to fight on two feet!" He snorted. "I'm not sure my captain thinks about any of those things, to be fair. He just spends the entire charge in screaming at us to stay in tight formation. And I never think at all after the first charge. There's no fear left if we wheel round for a second charge, or break through the infantry to hit the archers behind them." "To be honest, since becoming marshal I've also had a lot more to think about during battle than the fate of any particular unit, even if it is the one I'm in the middle of." His increasing introspection was cut off by Davendrall.

Roleplay from Davendrall

"Oh right sorry...I didn't tell you. By the way Anneliese, I'm making you the Muninn Newsrag's Agony Aunt. People will write to you with problems and you have to write back with solutions; its a help collum of sorts." Davendrall read the letter allowed "Dear Davendrall Felhand, owner of the Muninn Newsrag, we would like to inform you of a recent suicide of a local peasant girl. Though we would not usually concern nobles with the deaths of peasants, we believe this girl committed suicide due to an insensitive reply from your newspapers Agony Aunt, and would suggest you make a formal apology in order to not loose readers, Captain of the Watch. ...I kinda forgot to mention it...oops. And formal apology? How do you apologize to someone who's dead?

Roleplay from Anneliese

Anne listened to Obadiah's talk of Calvary, far more interested in it than some random girl's suicide. She was just about to ask a question, when Davendrall interrupted her. Very slowly, Anne turned to Davendrall, with a very angry expression on her face. "YOU DID WHAT?!" She was just about to punch Dave, but managed to calm down. "You were the cause of that strange letter?!" She had finally realized where she had heard that name before. "Why didn't you tell me? Of course I was going to respond badly to being called someone's aunt!" She frowned, "And if anyone should apologize, it's you! You should've told me first before making me... an... whatever it is you called it."

Roleplay from Obadiah a random Ithalian

This had headed off in a direction that Obidiah didn't understand at all. Letters to peasants? "See you later" he said quietly to Anneliese. Then he nodded to Davendrall and headed off to his tent before one of them could ask his opinion.

For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read Chapter 4