Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v4]

[Kerlodes]

HMS Duke of York: "A bracelet? Is it magical? What does it do?"

She seemed curious.


HMS Duke of York: "What would you like?"

"I'm not really sure... I think I already had enough hot chocolate for the whole year yesterday, so not that.. Cream soda! I'm sure they have that."

"Erik, m'lady, Erik Septim-Dvorana at your service. I was hoping I'd find you here, seems my paternal grandmother somehow knew where you were. The fact she learned that from arguing at thin air aside... How well is that bracelet helping you out?" *He re-informed her happily, before then asking curiously as he took a sip of his drink.*

"Awesome to see you again!"

Not very formal, but you could tell it was sincere.

"I'd say it's helped a lot. Hard to tell what's just normal chance and what isn't, but I've certainly got out of more than one sticky situation."

Her ears swiveled inquisitively. "Arguing at thin air? What now?"

She rummaged through her cleavage and pulled out a fresh bottle, popping it with her fingernails.

HMS Duke of York: " 'ere."

[Nu Alaska]

"Oh, those guys. They're trying their best, I'm sure of it."

This bit about writers didn't seem to be new information to Z. Perhaps being so oblivious let you see things like that.

"That would be wonderful. I'm not sure how much money I have with me, and the cost of things here isn't very consistent.."

*Erik blinked a bit and nodded to Z with a warm smile, staving off thinking about that existential crisis for now.*

"It's been good meeting and talking to you Emissary Twisse, but now I have some drinks to buy. Safe travels to ya." *He then said to Twisse with another slight bow in respect, and out of appreciation for the quite interesting if brief conversation they had, as he went to the bar.*

"Monsieur Mouffan... I would 100 drakes in Cream Soda for Sera Z in intervals of 120 fluid ounces per request and 100 drakes worth of whatever the Dunmeri-sounding lady wishes to drink in intervals as requested by her, please." *He ordered for them, noticing Z's earlier statement about how much hot chocolate she drank and figuring she has a khajiit-level sweetooth to deal with.*

*Mister Mouffan then nodded and quietly proceeded to start pouring three 40 fluid ounce mugs of cream soda. Recalculating Erik's surplus down to 300.*

"Thank you very much!"

She began to drink her soda, perhaps a bit faster than was polite.

"I'm not really sure... I think I already had enough hot chocolate for the whole year yesterday, so not that.. Cream soda! I'm sure they have that."


"Awesome to see you again!"

Not very formal, but you could tell it was sincere.

"I'd say it's helped a lot. Hard to tell what's just normal chance and what isn't, but I've certainly got out of more than one sticky situation."

Her ears swiveled inquisitively. "Arguing at thin air? What now?"

She rummaged through her cleavage and pulled out a fresh bottle, popping it with her fingernails.

HMS Duke of York: " 'ere."

She didn't seem to have witnessed where she had somehow got the soda.

"Thanks, but I already have one," she said. Or at least that's what it sounded like, as she said it while drinking her soda.

[Graag Brom]

*Erik blinked a bit and nodded to Z with a warm smile, staving off thinking about that existential crisis for now.*

"It's been good meeting and talking to you Emissary Twisse, but now I have some drinks to buy. Safe travels to ya." *He then said to Twisse with another slight bow in respect, and out of appreciation for the quite interesting if brief conversation they had, as he went to the bar.*

"Monsieur Mouffan... I would 100 drakes in Cream Soda for Sera Z in intervals of 120 fluid ounces per request and 100 drakes worth of whatever the Dunmeri-sounding lady wishes to drink in intervals as requested by her, please." *He ordered for them, noticing Z's earlier statement about how much hot chocolate she drank and figuring she has a khajiit-level sweetooth to deal with.*

*Mister Mouffan then nodded and quietly proceeded to start pouring three 40 fluid ounce mugs of cream soda. Recalculating Erik's surplus down to 300.*

"Thank you very much!"

She began to drink her soda, perhaps a bit faster than was polite.

She rummaged through her cleavage and pulled out a fresh bottle, popping it with her fingernails.

HMS Duke of York: " 'ere."

She didn't seem to have witnessed where she had somehow got the soda.

"Thanks, but I already have one," she said. Or at least that's what it sounded like, as she said it while drinking her soda.

"You're welcome, Sera Z. " *He said as he sipped his drink some more, he didn't mind her going that quickly even if it's not polite... Just happy to see she liked it, unknowingly having a bit of a relaxed gaze on her only broken when he was sipping his drink or just to make sure their surroundings weren't about to turn into trouble for them.*

"I wonder, where you heading next after this place?" *He then asked Z curiously.*

[Nu Alaska]

"Thank you very much!"

She began to drink her soda, perhaps a bit faster than was polite.

She didn't seem to have witnessed where she had somehow got the soda.

"Thanks, but I already have one," she said. Or at least that's what it sounded like, as she said it while drinking her soda.

"You're welcome, Sera Z. " *He said as he sipped his drink some more, he didn't mind her going that quickly even if it's not polite... Just happy to see she liked it, unknowingly having a bit of a relaxed gaze on her only broken when he was sipping his drink or just to make sure their surroundings weren't about to turn into trouble for them.*

"I wonder, where you heading next after this place?" *He then asked Z curiously.*

She shrugged.

"I dunno. I left the island I was on when I met you last a while ago, and mostly I've been traveling around with some friends I made. We're heading west to where there's hopefully more civilization. A lot of Siberia is unpredictable these days."

[Graag Brom]

"You're welcome, Sera Z. " *He said as he sipped his drink some more, he didn't mind her going that quickly even if it's not polite... Just happy to see she liked it, unknowingly having a bit of a relaxed gaze on her only broken when he was sipping his drink or just to make sure their surroundings weren't about to turn into trouble for them.*

"I wonder, where you heading next after this place?" *He then asked Z curiously.*

She shrugged.

"I dunno. I left the island I was on when I met you last a while ago, and mostly I've been traveling around with some friends I made. We're heading west to where there's hopefully more civilization. A lot of Siberia is unpredictable these days."

"From what I've heard Siberia isn't too different from the Far North of Atmora, which I've spent a decent amount of time in thanks to my mother having us go hunt out there when I was young, and it's unpredictable... Sounds like a great chance of interesting travels! You mind if I tag along?" *He noted excitedly and then asked, finishing off his glass of whatever blue drink he had.*

[Kerlodes]

She shrugged.

"I dunno. I left the island I was on when I met you last a while ago, and mostly I've been traveling around with some friends I made. We're heading west to where there's hopefully more civilization. A lot of Siberia is unpredictable these days."

"From what I've heard Siberia isn't too different from the Far North of Atmora, which I've spent a decent amount of time in thanks to my mother having us go hunt out there when I was young, and it's unpredictable... Sounds like a great chance of interesting travels! You mind if I tag along?" *He noted excitedly and then asked, finishing off his glass of whatever blue drink he had.*

HMS Duke of York: "It's an odd request, but can we spar?"

[Graag Brom]

"From what I've heard Siberia isn't too different from the Far North of Atmora, which I've spent a decent amount of time in thanks to my mother having us go hunt out there when I was young, and it's unpredictable... Sounds like a great chance of interesting travels! You mind if I tag along?" *He noted excitedly and then asked, finishing off his glass of whatever blue drink he had.*

HMS Duke of York: "It's an odd request, but can we spar?"

"I'm a bit rusty but sure, common enough activity back home. By the way, never caught your name." *Erik replied standing up properly and getting to the area of the main room/bar with the most space, setting his backpack on a table and pulling out two practice swords of blunted iron from it. He proceeded to toss one of them to York, right after preparing his footing and how he's holding the blade in a defensive manner for the spar ahead.*

[Yegla Islands]

HMS Duke of York: "It's an odd request, but can we spar?"

"I'm a bit rusty but sure, common enough activity back home. By the way, never caught your name." *Erik replied standing up properly and getting to the area of the main room/bar with the most space, setting his backpack on a table and pulling out two practice swords of blunted iron from it. He proceeded to toss one of them to York, right after preparing his footing and how he's holding the blade in a defensive manner for the spar ahead.*

Rasputin glanced over. An impending bar-fight could be interesting, even if it turned out to simply be a measured one on one match. As he sipped his tea, the cigar in his mug-free hand continued trailing smoke. The swirling clouds briefly formed into a series of vague outlines - a sword, a shield... two hazy figures clashing. They were gone just as soon as they had appeared, and hadn't been particularly obvious even if anyone had been paying attention. Neither combatant was human - that much was clear. Exactly what each of them was... well, perhaps this scuffle could shed some light on such matters.

[Kerlodes]

HMS Duke of York: "It's an odd request, but can we spar?"

"I'm a bit rusty but sure, common enough activity back home. By the way, never caught your name." *Erik replied standing up properly and getting to the area of the main room/bar with the most space, setting his backpack on a table and pulling out two practice swords of blunted iron from it. He proceeded to toss one of them to York, right after preparing his footing and how he's holding the blade in a defensive manner for the spar ahead.*

HMS Duke of York: "The name's HMS Duke of York. Call me Yorkie, if you're big sister King George V who's too lazy to call people by their name.... Anyways, let's spar. I have a blunt copy of my blade."
She pulled it out.
HMS Duke of York: "Let's spar!"
She entered a offensive stance.

[Kerlodes]

"You're welcome, Sera Z. " *He said as he sipped his drink some more, he didn't mind her going that quickly even if it's not polite... Just happy to see she liked it, unknowingly having a bit of a relaxed gaze on her only broken when he was sipping his drink or just to make sure their surroundings weren't about to turn into trouble for them.*

"I wonder, where you heading next after this place?" *He then asked Z curiously.*

She shrugged.

"I dunno. I left the island I was on when I met you last a while ago, and mostly I've been traveling around with some friends I made. We're heading west to where there's hopefully more civilization. A lot of Siberia is unpredictable these days."

The woman petted Z.

[Graag Brom]

"I'm a bit rusty but sure, common enough activity back home. By the way, never caught your name." *Erik replied standing up properly and getting to the area of the main room/bar with the most space, setting his backpack on a table and pulling out two practice swords of blunted iron from it. He proceeded to toss one of them to York, right after preparing his footing and how he's holding the blade in a defensive manner for the spar ahead.*

HMS Duke of York: "The name's HMS Duke of York. Call me Yorkie, if you're big sister King George V who's too lazy to call people by their name.... Anyways, let's spar. I have a blunt copy of my blade."
She pulled it out.
HMS Duke of York: "Let's spar!"
She entered a offensive stance.

*Erik quietly awaited her first strike with a nod, making sure his feet were firmly on the ground and he was keeping track of where her sword was.*

[Low bloods]

An Lowbloodian soldier walks into the bar, a dark fog radiates from its armor and falls into its shadow. An unusual set seen by any ordinary soldier.

Taking a seat the knight orders a drink and pulls down some cloth that was covering its mouth as a voice was fairly noticeable tone indicating them as a man.

He taps on a phone and then the glass.
This was a legionary of Oni, resting for the most part but sadly his mind was not.

[Nu Alaska]

She shrugged.

"I dunno. I left the island I was on when I met you last a while ago, and mostly I've been traveling around with some friends I made. We're heading west to where there's hopefully more civilization. A lot of Siberia is unpredictable these days."

"From what I've heard Siberia isn't too different from the Far North of Atmora, which I've spent a decent amount of time in thanks to my mother having us go hunt out there when I was young, and it's unpredictable... Sounds like a great chance of interesting travels! You mind if I tag along?" *He noted excitedly and then asked, finishing off his glass of whatever blue drink he had.*

"I mean... our car doesn't really have room for another person..."

(Also I don't really have enough ideas for what Z is up to to go down that route yet.)

The woman petted Z.

Though she didn't react negatively, she undetectably scooted just a bit away afterwards. It felt good, but this was something she only let people she really trusted do.

She proceeded to watch the beginning fight.

[Graag Brom]

"From what I've heard Siberia isn't too different from the Far North of Atmora, which I've spent a decent amount of time in thanks to my mother having us go hunt out there when I was young, and it's unpredictable... Sounds like a great chance of interesting travels! You mind if I tag along?" *He noted excitedly and then asked, finishing off his glass of whatever blue drink he had.*

"I mean... our car doesn't really have room for another person..."

(Also I don't really have enough ideas for what Z is up to to go down that route yet.)

The woman petted Z.

Though she didn't react negatively, she undetectably scooted just a bit away afterwards. It felt good, but this was something she only let people she really trusted do.

She proceeded to watch the beginning fight.

"I can rent a motorbike and get it there however you're getting back, can carry my own fuel if that's particularly scarce... But I get it. Just let me know if you've got room for one more at some point, oui? " *He noted before then asking her, mostly focused on his and York's ensuing fight... Holding his position and stance in anticipation.*
(Alrighty.)

[Nu Alaska]

"I mean... our car doesn't really have room for another person..."

(Also I don't really have enough ideas for what Z is up to to go down that route yet.)

Though she didn't react negatively, she undetectably scooted just a bit away afterwards. It felt good, but this was something she only let people she really trusted do.

She proceeded to watch the beginning fight.

"I can rent a motorbike and get it there however you're getting back, can carry my own fuel if that's particularly scarce... But I get it. Just let me know if you've got room for one more at some point, oui? " *He noted before then asking her, mostly focused on his and York's ensuing fight... Holding his position and stance in anticipation.*
(Alrighty.)

"Got it!" she said cheerfully, as she continued to watch.

[My Arm Itches]

A man walks into the saloon, holding his cap in his hand. He proclaims to the saloon,

"I am here to proclaim an issue. My arm itches quite so."

[Kerlodes]

"I mean... our car doesn't really have room for another person..."

(Also I don't really have enough ideas for what Z is up to to go down that route yet.)

Though she didn't react negatively, she undetectably scooted just a bit away afterwards. It felt good, but this was something she only let people she really trusted do.

She proceeded to watch the beginning fight.

"I can rent a motorbike and get it there however you're getting back, can carry my own fuel if that's particularly scarce... But I get it. Just let me know if you've got room for one more at some point, oui? " *He noted before then asking her, mostly focused on his and York's ensuing fight... Holding his position and stance in anticipation.*
(Alrighty.)

She rotated her wrist, causing it to fall on his shoulders. A hard-to-block attack.

[Low bloods]

A man walks into the saloon, holding his cap in his hand. He proclaims to the saloon,

"I am here to proclaim an issue. My arm itches quite so."

"You should probably get that checked out." The legionary nods.

[Graag Brom]

"I can rent a motorbike and get it there however you're getting back, can carry my own fuel if that's particularly scarce... But I get it. Just let me know if you've got room for one more at some point, oui? " *He noted before then asking her, mostly focused on his and York's ensuing fight... Holding his position and stance in anticipation.*
(Alrighty.)

She rotated her wrist, causing it to fall on his shoulders. A hard-to-block attack.

*Erik didn't block... He rolled out of the falling blade's path, and proceeded to take a swing at her side.*

[My Arm Itches]

A man walks into the saloon, holding his cap in his hand. He proclaims to the saloon,

"I am here to proclaim an issue. My arm itches quite so."

"You should probably get that checked out." The legionary nods.

"I guess so, but the thing is, it's not so much a medical issue, just a 'god, this itch itches' you feel?"

[Gilded Clan]

//oh snap more than two people are RPing here. I'll hop in tomorrow maybe

[Low bloods]

"You should probably get that checked out." The legionary nods.

"I guess so, but the thing is, it's not so much a medical issue, just a 'god, this itch itches' you feel?"

"Oh, hmm. Have you tried scratching it?" He chuckled at his own question never hearing of such a strange conflict.

//oh snap more than two people are RPing here. I'll hop in tomorrow maybe

(Yeah I felt the need to post. Introducing a new character, I might post more. But I'm a night owl sadly.)

[Kerlodes]

She rotated her wrist, causing it to fall on his shoulders. A hard-to-block attack.

*Erik didn't block... He rolled out of the falling blade's path, and proceeded to take a swing at her side.*

She swiftly dodged and proceeded to launch a whirlwind of slashes that looks more like a metal tornado.

[Graag Brom]

*Erik didn't block... He rolled out of the falling blade's path, and proceeded to take a swing at her side.*

She swiftly dodged and proceeded to launch a whirlwind of slashes that looks more like a metal tornado.

*Erik just as swiftly jumped back from the tornado of metal, actually strengthening his grip on his own sword and carefully stabbing at York at a specific angle he knew could very well disarm her while she's busy with this bout of fancy antics... Or worst-case scenario for her, in the spar, she may be suddenly hit in the ribs by a blunted iron sword.*
(Just remembered this video existed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTWjJDh ... ex=19&t=0s)

[Low bloods]

She swiftly dodged and proceeded to launch a whirlwind of slashes that looks more like a metal tornado.

*Erik just as swiftly jumped back from the tornado of metal, actually strengthening his grip on his own sword and carefully stabbing at York at a specific angle he knew could very well disarm her while she's busy with this bout of fancy antics... Or worst-case scenario for her, in the spar, she may be suddenly hit in the ribs by a blunted iron sword.*
(Just remembered this video existed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTWjJDh ... ex=19&t=0s)

"How embarrassing." The legionary said as he watched the practice duel take place. He thought about how it could actually be useful to parry or even to just obscure the view if where the next strike would come, but to just let oneself be open to a jab such as that is always a letdown, and furthermore a joke.

"This sparing reminds me of Sun and Val many years ago. Perhaps they will learn from one another.