Lumberjack Family/Omega
Drinking in a Bar in Fontan during the LoF tournament
Roleplay from Omega
Omega enters the bar and staggers slightly. He had already been drinking in the morning and wanted to numb the developing migrane. He sat in his usual stool and Becky the busty barmaid brought him the pint she had ready for him.
"How did ye know I hic would be here Betty??" asked Omega
"You're not one to pass up free drinks Omega, and my names Becky" replied the pretty barmaid
"Ye know me too well hic" said Omega
He quickly downs the pint and espies out of the bottom of his glass Vlad.
He turns to the barmaid and feels a bit worried about the fact that the wall behind her is moving, but shakes his head.
"Good stuff Bertha hic good stuff, two more if it pleases ya"
She pours him two more and hands them over while muttering "My name is still Becky"
"Thanks Barb, oh and by the way hic the wall behind you is still moving"
She throws him an inquisitive look and opens her mouth but he is already stumbling in Vlad's general direction. He throws himself down in the chair opposit Vlad thrusts the drink into his chest and says. "Lo Flad hic nice evenin innit, ooooh she has a nice ass" gesturing a little to the left of Brom the Storyteller.
Vlad looks down at his clothes and looks mildly annoyed at being drenched in beer but Omega's exhuberance and slurring gains a smile from the Caligan.
The rest of the night goes by in a colourful blur but Omega wakes up in the memory that another noble has been drunk under the table. If only they made that a part of the tournament he thinks to himself donning the armour he hasn't worn since making the trip from Oligarch to LoF...
Omega
Count of An Najaf
Tournament in Sirion
Roleplay from Omega
Omega walks onto the tournament grounds tents are still being erected.
"Sir, this seems like a good spot, its level and in the shade of this nice Oak here"
"No I think not Bob" replies Omega. To his right there are a few elven children gazing at the gathering nobles.
"You there! Elves, tell me where is the nearest ale house?"
They gaze openly at him taking in his attire. He is wearing the crest of LoF on his breast plate however his cloak is still emblazoned with the black sword on red from his Oligarch days. "Not to worry, the wars over, and besides I wouldn't harm anyone outof wartime. Least of all children.
"We're a hundred years old" says a bold looking elfling
"Ah umm... ok whats the drinking age here?? I fear I might be too young"
"The pubs that way, on the northern side of the tournament grounds."
"Thanks, come Bob. you can pitch the tent on the Northern side while I inspect the bottom of the beer mugs here."
"But sir its barely the noon."
"We are east I think its about 3 of the clock."
Beers for everyone!!!
Omega
Count of An Najaf
Roleplay from Omega
Omega was in the bar drinking himself under the table while gazing dazedly out of the open window at the massive tent being erected at the center the tournament grounds. He is confused at what he ought to be doing. Mingle with the people it was once his sworn duty to slay?? His train of thought is however blocked when a beautiful maiden walks into the bar. He does not know her name but he is overcome by the sudden urge to go and talk to her. She sits herself at the bar and hails the bartender who jumps having been staring at her himself and goes to her. "I'll have a glass of your finest ale."
Omega shuffles his feet under his table, plucking up the courage to go talk to what is probably the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. (Do it, get off your ass and go talk to her. NO. Why not? What if she doesn't like me? You'll have a good excuse to get drunk! But- No get up) Finally he jumps to his feet and goes to her, "This ones on me" he says to the bartender. Omega bows and says "My name is...umm" (Oh hell what's my name?!) She grins kindly at him, this makes things worse, he feels feint...
Omega
Count of An Najaf
Roleplay from Omega
Omega walks into the bar looking for a fight. He is ticked off because he got drunk the previous night and all the ale made a fat ugly woman look beautiful need I go on?. He is well practiced at starting bar fights. He goes up to the bar and orders a cheap ale. He then looks for the strongest looking guy in the bar, his eyes fall on a big Fontanese noble and goes and sits next to him. He waits for a unsuspecting victim to come up on his other side, noticing his breastplate bears the insignia of Kalmar he starts raving about how backwards the realm is and full of whores and bastards. The Kalmarian turns on him and tells him to shut his effing mouth. Omega throws the beer in his face throws the mug on the ground were it shatters and says "What you gonna do huh? What you gonna do?" The Kalmarian throws a punch which Omega deftly ducks and the fist connects with the side of the burly man. A fight immediately ensues and nearby Kalmarians rush to the aid of their friend. Soon the Fontanese in the bar also join the fight. Omega walks out of the bar, mounts his steed picks up his lance and charges through the window to join the fray he created...
Omega
Count of An Najaf
