Uceek Family/Evangeline/recovery
Roleplay from Magnus
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Outside the "PRANCING POODLE PUB" formerly the 'Blind Buzzard' in Bescanon.....
Through long association with his Lord, Sergeant Ulfgar could tell that Sir Magnus had reached the point of no return with his temper. So backing up slowly so as not to draw attention to himself he discretely ducked behind a nearby cart.
Magnus was livid! He stared up at the painted pink poodle on the sign hanging from its post and began to tremble. Quicker than the eye could follow, he drew 'FOE-CLEAVER' and loped off the sign post and all from the front of the bar. Laughing with maniacal glee, in a frenzy of swings he soon reduced the painted, pink, prancing, poodle picture to pulp! Halting his axe Magnus strode to the front door of the bar and turned the knob then threw open the door.
He stood there transfixed by the horror of the sight which greeted his eyes. The scared, familiar, smoke darkened tables were all gone, in thier places were small dainty round tables draped in fringed red and white checked table cloths! To add insult to injury, there were actual lace DOILIES on the tables as placemats! WHAT HAD THOSE FRIGGING FAIRIES AND FARTING FONTANESE DONE TO HIS BELOVED BUZZARD?!!!
The cry that escaped his lips and the string of very inventive experlatives that followed said shout was reportedly heard miles away in every direction. Sergeant Ulgar upon hearing his Leige scream rushed into the bar thinking some foul demon or Sirion infiltrator had struck down Ser Magnus! When his eyes adjusted to the dim light provided by the pleasnately scented candles upon the tables, he saw his Lord on his knees in the middle of the room beating and tearing some plush velvety cushions to shreds!
Magnus turned a tear streaked face to Ulfgar and cryed out, "WHY? WHY? BY THOR'S HAMMER HOW COULD THEY HAVE DONE THIS TO A DEFENSELESS BAR? THOSE BASTARDS WILL PAY!!!! THIS I SWEAR!"
As Ulfgar rushed forward to give whatever solice to his Lord he could a tall skinny man in pressed slacks, white shirt, bow tie and red vest, stepped out from the back room. He had a pencil thin mustache and a clean white towel was drapped over his left arm. He cleared his throat and said in a nasally, thickly Fontanses accented voice, "What is the meaning of all this outrageous behavior in my establishment?"
Magnus looked up and spied the man and said in a quiet voice full of menace and threats left unspoken, "Who the Bloody hell are you and where is Brit?"
Roleplay from Evangeline
Walking through Bescanon....
"M'Lady, M'Lady" a frantic scribe Blen came running up to Evangeline.
Catching his breath, he started and corrected himself, bending deeply from the waist,
"Apologies, I mean, My Queen"
Returning upright, he straightened his spectacles and began to appeal to Evangeline,
"I know you've just signed a treaty with Fontan, and I'm concerned. My Lord Magnus is furious. He is about to lynch a Fontanese. I'm worried this might affect the treaty"
As Blen fidgetted nervously in front of her, Evangeline began to laugh.
"Alright, take me to him" she said, calming the poor scribe down.
As she followed Blen, she began to hear a repetitive crashing noise that grew steadily louder. Rounding a corner, she could see a small Fontanese man in a crumpled white shirt and dusty black pants cowering by the side of the road.
Piled on the road were broken round tables, strewn with red and while tableclothes and she thought she could even see a few doilies. Looking towards the former Blind Buzzard, she saw the door swing wildly open and another table come flying out into the street, making the crashing noise she had heard.
Carefully approaching the door, she quickly entered the Blind Buzzard. Heaving and cursing Magnus was in the process of removing everything "Fontanese" from the building.
As he noticed Evangeline he straightened and grinned,
"My Queen - just doing some Civil Work to improve the region."
