Ironsides Family/Bowie/Two Wild and Crazy Nobles
Two Wild and Crazy Nobles
- Battling monsters in Alley of Swords and Tranquil, Fellish style!
Roleplay from Claude Onyxis
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Claude stood next to Bowie and surveyed the Alley.
"It looks like we've managed to seduce this lady after all, eh friend? Tonight, we drink in celebration!"
Roleplay from Bowie Ironsides
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Agreeing, Bowie said, "You were right all along, Overseer. Next time we have a social party I will follow your lead as to how to collect the womens." Bowie smiled devilishly. "I heard that the Alley has a winery around here? Shall we investigate it? Maybe make that the site of our celebration?"
Roleplay from Claude Onyxis
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Claude nodded at Bowie.
"I think that's a wonderful idea. Just let's make sure we don't overdo ourselves. I hear tell that there are monsters afoot in this region, and I don't much like the idea of fighting them when I'm too drunk to hold my sword."
Roleplay from Bowie Ironsides
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Pushing aside another empty bottle, Bowie rolls over to see Lord Claude also on the ground a ways away. Their tent was "battle weary."
"Claude..." Bowie rasped out. "Claude! Hey!"
Bowie waited.
"Claude...I think we should march to Tranquil now..."
No response.
"You dead?"
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Lifting his head to look at Bowie, Claude groaned and stood up unsteadily, bottle in hand.
"Yeah... Marssshhhing.... to Tranquil... That. 'Sgo."
He pointed dramatically.
"Onward, men!..."
Roleplay from Bowie Ironsides
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Sweaty and gore splattered, Bowie trudged his way back to camp. He was tired, the armour was too heavy, and his sword hand was swollen and bruised from excessive use. It had been nigh on twenty five years since he commanded a unit in combat. He was more than rusty. He was retired!
He looked over to the other part of the camp and saw Lord Claude, a hero and an experienced able bodied man, walking and moving briskly. If the man was wounded or tired or sore nobody would know it. Bowie was dragging his shield.
"Lord Claude!" Bowie shouted over, "Remember you said you didn't want to be too intoxicated to fight? Why not? Look how good you did!" He leaned forward to catch his breath. "Next time I'll let you command my unit," gasp for air, "I'll prepare the night's revelry."
