Muninn Newsrag/Adventures of one Drunk and her Rabbit/RP6Ch1

Davendrall gets a new Captain - Chapter 1

Roleplay from Davendrall

"Come on the Anneliese, time to meet my new Captain" Davendrall lead Anneliese into the darker, poorer part of the slums where crime was high and most outsiders avoided. As she walked it was apparent to others Davendrall knew this area well, after all, the poorer the more desperate, therefore the more money Davendrall could make with her business. Davendrall took a sharp turn and entered a tavern that most people would not have noticed. There was little light and a lot of smoke in the air, the sounds of whores coming through the thin, badly built walls. Most people in the Tavern sat alone drinking heavily. Davendrall made her way to one corner where a lone man sat. He wore full black leather armor and a cape. His dark hair was neatly cut, clean and straight with his fringe falling slightly over his deep blue eyes "I should find him attractive" Davendrall whispered to Annelise "But then again...I don't" The man stood up, seeing Davendrall and took a small bow, gesturing to a seat "Mistress Davendrall, a pleasure it is to see you again" "Hello Andrea" Davendrall replied taking a seat "My name...ma'am...is Andre" He said, pulling out a knife and gesturing threateningly with it In response Davendrall too pulled out a knife and held it threateningly "Your working for me now Captain, remember your place Andrea" "Erm...Madam, why are you threatening me with a plunger?" Davendrall looked down to see she was infact holding a plunger "Oh...it was suppose to be a knife" "Well my lady, I mean no offense, but perhaps you should consider changing your blacksmith if you request a knife and he produces a plunger "No...thats not what I meant...anyway, meet my friend Annelise" Andre turned to look and Anneliese and one side of his lip rose in a smile. He knelt slightly and took her hand to kiss it "What a pleasure it is to meet you my beautiful lady" Davendrall glared at him, but was promptly ignored

Roleplay from Anneliese

Davendrall would chose a place like this to meet. Anneliese shuddered as she entered the tavern, and tried to ignore the strange noises coming from the walls. She followed her past several tables, and squinted in the darkness and smoke at the man sitting alone in the corner. "Hm." Anne said in reply to Dave's whisper, "He looks cleaner than most people in here, I s'pose." Most men looked alike to her, and she could not tell the difference between an attractive man and an unattractive man. Despite her initial reaction, she found herself liking this fellow after he threatened Davendrall with a knife. Anne didn't want Davendrall to die or get hurt, of course, but she couldn't help but like a person that reacted to insults with threats of violence. "What a pleasure it is to meet you my beautiful lady" "I..." She froze, not sure what to say to such a compliment. When he started to kneel and looked as if he was about to kiss her hand, Anne came out of her stupor and immediately withdrew her hand. "Er, that's not necessary, but thank you."

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall smiled smugly and Andre as he got rejected "I apologize greatly my lady, I did not wish to make you feel uncomfortable" Davendrall grabbed Anneliese's arm to drag her out of the Tavern "Come on Anneliese its getting late. We have to see...my adopted son...in the morning...I think Xaphan plans to put him through some form of initiation thing. See you later Andrea"

Roleplay from Anneliese

Anne noticed her smug look. "You were the one who wanted to introduce me to your captain," She after they stepped outside. "And... wait, didn't Charion say something about a festival?"

Roleplay from Davendrall

"Yes I did...but I didn't know he'd be like that...and yes he did but im sure there will be another one to go to, we'll ask him when we find him"

Roleplay from Charion

An extremely small old man appeared before the two ladies...well sort of, none would have noticed him if he hadn't kicked her knees to alert them of his presence. He looked dirty, grumpy and sinister. He spoke in a rash and horribly annoying voice. "The Master..." he then paused for a moment and kept mumbling incoherently with fear as he finished speaking the word "Master" as if the word alone brought memories terrible enough but proceeded. "The Master, Death Lord Charion requests your presences dear ladies, he told me to show you the way to his current whereabouts, and he told me to return soon or else..." he then paused dumbly observing the floor as if in complete shock of imagining the future torments.

Roleplay from Anneliese

"...Be nice, you mean? You thought he'd be rude to me, didn't you?" Just then, Anne felt someone kicking her. "Hey!" She turned to the knee-kicker. At first glance she thought it was a homeless peasant about to beg for a few silvers, but after a moment she figured out that he seemed to want something else. "Spit it out, old man!" "'Death Lord Charion'? You'd think his ego would shrink, not grow, after that incident..." Anne said in a whisper to Davendrall. In a louder voice, she said, "Lead the way... wait, were you that guy tied to the chandelier?" She thought he was, but wasn't sure.

Roleplay from Davendrall

Meanwhile in some random unknown place of randomness where Davendrall and Anneliese randomly ended up and were randomly approached by a strange old random man... "Your right...he does bare a strange resemblance to the guy on the chandelier doesn't he? Take us to your master chandelier guy. We must teach Charion how to be a Norlander, then take him to Marshal Squirrelybear" Davendrall, hopefully with Anneliese behind her, followed the man to Charion...at leasts thats where they hoped he was taking them

Roleplay from Charion

As if answering the ladies doubts about the other servant he mumbled a number of incoherent words with a few inteligible ones in the middle and they were. "Family" "Agony" "Serfdom" "Torture" "Pain" and then he stopped for a moment fell to the ground while he crying and screaming, a minute later he was back walking and guiding them as if nothing weird had happened. Looking to the ground with absolute fear and more than just a little insane. He then guided them outside the city, through an ancient stone road that looked abandoned for ages. The trees around looked sinister and threatening. A mist covered everything around them except for the road ahead, the way backwards was covered too. The little old man kept going as if it was nothing unusual. Finally they arrived at a village, with some small houses, all with dreadful sense of abandon and decay. One door nearby kept opening and closing with irritating and somewhat scary sounds though there was no wind and no one nearby to move it. On the center of the town there was a small temple with a laughing skull in white marble. A big graveyard was spread around it in a unusual fashion. Also a handful of people could be seen gathered around the town well in front of the temple. They were pale and used little more than rags as clothes. Charion could also be seen on the the temple's entrance. The little man started trembling more and more as he approached the temple, until he fell to the ground again. And kept mumbling and crying for a few minutes. He then screamed and went away running in circles until he disappeared in the mists...

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall looked curiously after the screaming man for a few seconds before approaching Charion "I have no idea what you've done to that man Charion, but whatever it is, it sounds fun. So this is your village? Intriguing. Smells of death though. You do know your suppose to bury bodies right? Or burn them. Either is good. I have some men I can lend you to bury them if you like. They;re very experienced."

Roleplay from Anneliese

"Funny, it wasn't so foggy earlier... odd weather we're having." From the smell of decay, Anne initially thought the man was leading him to an old battlefield, where the corpses had not quite rotted away. The man's behavior was odd, and she thought Charion must have done something to him that was more than simply whipping him, for certainly none of soldiers reacted that badly afterward. She was just about to ask what happened, when the man ran off into the fog. Anneliese was silent as she took in her surroundings. From the impression she was getting, Charion's revelation wasn't a happy one, for him to have chosen this place to meet. "...So this is your village? Intriguing. Smells of death though...." She couldn't hear most of what Davendrall said, as she was too far away, but caught part of it. Anne moved closer to the two, and asked, "Why this place, Charion? Was there a battle here recently?"

Roleplay from Charion

"It's time for a little party!" Said Charion in a loud voice as he finished whispering things to Anneliese and Davendrall, he then clapped his hands and the "villagers" brought a huge table full of food and wine to them, the wine seemed like leprechaun wine but different...darker. Charion sat and invited the ladies to sit besides him, all of the strange villagers them entered a nearby building and brought up some tied humans and started feasting on them in front of the temple.

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall looked at the humans...and what they were eating... "Do you have any chocolate chip cookies instead?"

Roleplay from Charion

"Sure! Right here!" He then handed her the cookies a servant brought from the other side of the table, the servant looked like a small old man...not unlike the others before. He then started eating some of the food the servant brought and drinking some of the wine happily. Then a group of small undead monkeys arrived walking in two feet and wearing bright colored clothes. They walked in synchrony got some apples and other things best left unmentioned from those being eaten and started playing with them apparently to amuse Charion and his guests.

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall rubbed her eyes "This Leprechaun Wine is different...the hallucinations are much darker...and I don't mean in colour...oooooooh coookies!" Davendrall grabbed the bag and munched on them happily "Would you like one Anneliese?"

Roleplay from Anneliese

"Eh, sure." She took a few cookies from the bag, and set them on a plate - she certainly didn't want to try whatever other foodstuff the servants brought out - no telling what was in them. Anne took one look at the wine, then took a look at the feast the villagers were having. "I think I know why this wine is darker..." Anne said, then set the bottle of wine down. The prospect of drinking blood didn't disgust her as much as it should have - she'd certainly had a dinner or two where the meal was undercooked... but human blood? Killing people was one thing, but eating them? Anne didn't want any part of this, but feared it was already too late to leave. She munched on a cookie as she tried to think of a creative way to sneak out.

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall, completely preoccupied by her cookies, didn't notice her messenger coming from behind her "Mistress Davendrall" "Nom nom nom...yes...nom...who is it" not bothering to look around "Mistress it's me, your messenger" "Nom nom nom...ah...such a lovely cookie " she said, licking her fingers "My messenger hmm?...my messaging messenger of messaging messageness" Davendrall turned around to see...surprisingly...her messenger "What news do you bring bubbles?" "Well mistress, I have orders from his Great Squirrelly Marshal Konugurungurungura of Norland of the Rabid Squirrel Brigade of Squirrels of fire" "Are you drunk or did he tell you to say that? Never-mind...anyway...what are the orders?" "Well...the writing was a little difficult to make out. But from what I can tell it says...go to Winich...rape, kill, mate, breed, burn, drink, get drunk, and rape kill and pillage" "YEAHEH!" Davendrall shouted, leaping of her seat with her fist in the air "Finally we're going to war! WOOOHOOOO!" Davendrall grabbed Annelieses hand and dragged her out of her seat and began to dance "We're going to war Anneliese. A proper viking war where we rape and pillage and burn and kill lots and lots and lots! Come on, we must begin to travel" Davendrall turned to Charion "Sorry Charion, but we must go. Thanks for the cookies. I don't think Mr Snuggles wants non-norlanders in his army...oh by the way Anneliese, your Norlander...but if Norland returns feel free to join" Then Davendrall begin to walk off at a fast pace, dragging Anneliese with her "We're actually doing something! Frickin finally!"

For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read Chapter 2