The Drunk Elf Pirates and the Quest for the Wine-thieves

[Count Comfect]

*The young man watched the complex web of interactions develop with the intricacy of a spiderweb, then realized he was being far too poetic inside his head for a time like this. He turned to XK*

Count: We-ell then, sounds interesting enough.

[Nurvingiel]

*Nurvingiel snapped out of her reverie at Eärniel's mention of a quick departure. She berated herself for not noticing an entire room of people staring in their direction. Now she noticed that it was Eärniel they were taking an interest in. She slowly hooked her pack's strap with her foot and pulled it within reach...*

[Elfmaster XK]

Xenoia grinned at the Count. She swallowed the rest of her ale and banged the tankard down on the table, a little harder than was necessary.

XK: It's settled then. You're hired. And should ye have nothing further to do here, I'll ask ye to finish yer drink and follow me.

The Captain got up and the Count set to work finishing his wine. Eärniel was looking slightly uneasy as Xenoia approached her, and the captain knew why.

XK: Eärniel, I think it might be time for us to leave.
Eärniel: I think so too.
XK: Go and tell Sicirus to remain here. Keep checking the place out. We'll show the new recruits the ship.
Eärniel: Aye...

The captain opened her mouth to call to Tiny and tell her they were off, when something jabbed in her leg. She looked round and saw she had stood between her first mate and a little hobbit lass.

XK: And what does this hobbit want?

(OOC: Sicirus, you still have to hire Ethuiliel, Gulio, Katt and Roya. I know you've found Ethuiliel, but before you come back to the ship you have to get those people in. )

[Nurvingiel]

*Nurvingiel stood up with Eärniel, quickly shouldering her pack. She entertained ideas of getting our her sword, but it would be too obvious, and a poor weapon in close-quarters fighting. She did not like the looks several burly gentlemen were giving Eärniel, and at least two other groups of people were muttering amongst themselves while occasionally looking their direction. She put some money on the bar for her second ale, and hoped they could leave without incident.*

[Earniel]

*Eärniel tried to act as inconspicuous as possible as she made her way over to Sicirus. But she could feel some people still watching her so the sooner she got out of here, the better, before some people started to remember... certain things. Pansy would have to wait. She tapped Sicirus gently on the shoulder.*

Eärniel: Sici, the captain and I are taking the new recruits to the ship. You can remain here to see if you can find us some other recruits. *spots dog* Is that a street mut?

Sicirus: It's a nice dog. If it follows me home, can I keep it?

Eärniel: No. The captain won't allow it either. Best get rid of it before you get back to the Nal.

Sicirus: *hardly convincing* Sure, I will. *quickly changes subject to cover up* But Eärniel, are you alright? You look kind of pale...

Eärniel: Eh, I fear I might be going to bump into people who I really don't want to run into but who are rather looking forward running in to me. So be careful here and don't stay away too long.

[PippinTook]

The little cook had seemed to do something that stressed Earniel out, because she dashed off and talked to another elf with a rather tipsy looking dog who might have been part of the crew. Fast departure wouldn't be a problem, she had her pack right beside her with everything she needed. Too bad Earniel dashed off before she had the chance to show off her weapon. Pansy hopped down off the barstool and picked up her pack.

Pansy *to Nurv*: So, are we going then? You're one of my new crewmates on the Nal, yes? *sticks out her hand* Pansy Hogswallop of Frogmorton, at your service!

[Nurvingiel]

*Nurvingiel glanced around, to see if anyone was paying attention to her and Pansy. This pub was starting to make her nervous. She shook Pansy's hand.*

Nurv: I'm Nurvingiel, at your service and your family's.

*She remembered belatedly that that was the response to a Dwarf's formal greeting, not a Hobbit's, but decided not to worry about it.*

Pansy: Nice to meet you.

Nurv: I'd like to sign on, but I'm not completely sure they'll have me yet. I have a good feeling about it. Erm... do you want to wait for them outside? I'm sure they'll be along shortly.


OOC: Pansy can decline, but if not feel free to godmod Nurv and have her go outside and whatnot.

[Bunnie_Queen_1146]

Tiny finishes her shift and goes and talks to Eärniel. Before she went and talked to Eärniel she went to her place and grabbed the things she needed and came back and talked to Eärniel because she didn't want to get start off on a bad note.

Tiny: Hey..Did I really say that loud? I didn't mean to....Because you kinda said it in a hard way...

[Count Comfect]

The young man finished his wine, walked over to the bar near where XK had gone, next to a large group of what he assumed to be fellow recruits, and carefully counted out the exact price of the wine onto the bartop. That done, he turned to what he supposed to be his comrades*

Count: So, we leaving, or what?

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

Faligorn, a man from Lebennin walked up
i hear you are in need of a boatswain? he asked
might i be of assistance?, my people are hardy river folk! he went on

[Nurvingiel]

*Nurvingiel felt awkward wearing her pack while still inside.*

Nurv (quietly): Erm... hello... are you part of the crew?
CC: Yes, just signed on.
Nurv: I'm Nurvingiel, and this is Pansy.
Pansy: How do you do? *offers hand*
CC: *shakes hand* Looking forward to adventure. I'm Count, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Nurv: Do you know the way to the ship? I was thinking we could wait outside... I'm starting to not like the atmosphere in here.
Pansy (puts on pack): I was getting ready to leave.

*Nurvingiel, the Count, and Pansy make their way through the pub to wait for Eärniel outside.*


OOC: I hope this doesn't count as making people leave a scene.

OOC2: More detailed introductions can be made outside if PippinTook and CC wish it.

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

whilst waiting for the captain to answer, he buys himself a large bottle of whiskey, and sits down at the bar, slowly drinking, and eyeing up the patrons of this peculiar establishment

[Sicirus]

ooc: I will just play the part of Gulio for the meantime so I can get to the other characters for recruiting. Sorry Gulio if I godmmod you too much.

Gulio: Like I said before if you'd stop paying so much attention to that dog of yours. Not many dwarf women come this far to the west but I wanted a change of scenery. Tha caves are fine and all but the sea....I haven't been there yet and want to explore it some day.

Sicirus: *eyes widen* What do you know of the sea mate? Anything along the lines of managing a ship in anyway?

Gulio: Well naturally as a dwarf I have strength and I am hard to knock over in battle. And I am quite good at identifying different types of stones and jewels and elements.

Sicirus: would you be interested in working on a ship and spending long hours swabbing(sp) and decks, fighting other pirates and plunder till ye heart goes black as night????????*Looks evil for a second*

Ethuliel: *backs away with dog both looking frightened*

Gulio: *stares*.............Sure why not. As long as I don't have to stay in one place for too long then I would love an adventure involving the sea.

Sicirus: Your hired...Welcome to the crew of the Nal.

[Andúril]

Fingolfun: The half-ling wishes to join your crew, Xenoia.

The familiar voice came from beind her. Xenoia turned, and cast her eyes on a hooded figure sitting alone at one of the nearby tables. Could it be? After all these years?

The figure stood and approached Xenoia. He looked to be tall--possibly seven feet in height--but fair.

Fingolfun: Many years have passed since we last spoke, Xenoia.

[Elfmaster XK]

Xenoia watched the three new recruits leave the pub and turned back around. She caught Eärniel's eye and she nodded, carefully picking her way back towards the captain.

XK: Indeed, it has been a long time, Fingolfun. And if I recall correctly, that was your fault.
Eärniel: *gives Xenoia an urgent sort of look* Captain.
XK: Yes.
Eärniel: *leans in* Are we leaving?
XK: You go ahead.

Eärniel glanes between Xenoia and Fingolfun and backs away, heading for the door.

XK: So, where've you been all these years? I don't believe for one moment you remained in Lorien, where I last saw you.

[Andúril]

Fingolfun: You doubt correctly. I left Lorien eventually and travelled to the Grey Havens as I had business with Cirdan and others. Here I dwelled for many centuries. I received an invitation to Imladris and for the last 450 winters, that has been my home.

Xenoia stares blankly at Fingolfun. It is clear that the emotional wounds had not yet healed after all this time. She draws breath to speak, but chokes momentarily.

Fingolfun: I should not have come.

Fingolfun turns and exits through the bar doors.

[Last Child of Ungoliant]

falligorn moves closer to the one named sicirus are you the captain, then? he asksand would you welcome my serviceshe lingers on the s, drawing his voice closer to a whisper, but allowed his cloak to open, showing his sword beneath

[Elfmaster XK]

(OOC: Andúril! You gave our characters...feelings! And you said you'd be rubbish at RPG.)

XK hesitated a moment as the bar door swung slowly from Fingolfun's exit. She ran towards the door and emerged in the cold street, glancing both ways. Fingolfun was walking swiftly down the street, and she opened her mouth to shout when a movement from the other direction caught her eye. She could see four figures creeping along in the shadows. She squinted through the dark, but couldn't make them out. Assuming it was Eärniel and the others she turned and followed Fingolfun.

XK: Hey! Wait. WAIT!

Fingolfun stopped moving, but he didn't turn around.

XK: *approaches slowly* You came here for a reason, tonight. Did you not? Are you really going to leave without saying what you have to say...like perhaps why you escaped that time, and didn't come back? Because I want to hear it. I'm about to leave on a long voyage. Is it going to be another few hundred years before our paths cross again?

[Andúril]

Fingolfun turned to face XK.

Fingolfun: If we ever meet again, that is, I should think so.

Fingolfun sighs, and turns to the sea.

Fingolfun: Deep in my heart, I felt something; a calling, if you will. I am drawn to this place. Something tells me that I have a purpose here. With something, or someone. It is difficult to explain in words, yet, I feel it ever growing, even now.

He approaches XK, and pauses.

Fingolfun: I have my reasons for departing without return, Xenoia. I suspect you already know why.

Xenoia looks away.

XK: I did not think they were true, those rumours.
Fingolfun: Let us not speak of this now. Come, tell me of this voyage you mentioned.

[Nurvingiel]

*Outside, Pansy, Nurvingiel and Count started talking about which way to go, when a tall elf followed by Xenoia came out of the pub. The three new friends stand quietly, feeling that they were intruding on a private moment. They couldn't really go back inside as the pub was suddenly busy and the door was blocked with people. Glancing at each other, they walk away from the pub in the most unobtrusive way possible. Even the Man managed to walk quietly. Some distance away, they started to converse quietly...*

Pansy: So, none of us no where the ship is eh?
Count: Well, I heard it called the 'Nal'.
Pansy: I only just got in to town, but I'm pretty sure this is the way to the docks.

*Nurvingiel listened to her friends with half an ear, but now that they were outside, she could hear the Sea! She could smell the salty air... but suddenly, she heard noises apart from the Sea and her friends' pleasant voices...*

OOC: Now, these noises could turn out to be nothing... but let's have a fight! Fight! Fight! I hope I'm not godmodding your characters too much...

OOC2: And let's say we really are going the right direction. I don't imagine the docks would be too hard to find in a place like Mithlond.