Post by Innes Cameron on Jul 2, 2017 22:11:50 GMT -5
[1st Harvetmere, 9.34 - during the wedding reception, with Niamh]
Safe to say, the alcohol was flowing fast and freely amongst the guests of Teyrn Ainsley and his bride. A toast here, a toast there; it would be quite some time before either of Their Graces would know anything other than blessings and well-wishes within their lives. And a very good thing, too. Why shouldn't they be given the change of every happiness in their life together?
Of course, multiple toasts meant multiple glasses meant multiple journeys to the bar. Having promised that Lin could drink all of his drinks (on top of her own), Innes knew better than to default on that particular promise. So he was currently in the process of trying to carry glasses than any man had ever carried in the history of Thedas. He had permitted himself a tray and the bartender had watched with equal amounts of disbelief and fascination as Innes arranged the glasses one level upon the other, overlapping until he had created a three-tiered pyramid shape.
"Make it across to your seat with that tray intact," the bartender declared, "and I will personally serve your table for the rest of the night."
Now that was a prize worth winning. Agreeing the terms, Innes took a measured inhale, steadying both nerves and hands as he prepared to lift the tray for the first time, knowing that he would have to adjust to the weight and balance of the thing in record time. But for unlimited table service? This was the stuff of legends.
The bartender shook his head, folding his arms across his chest. "Never going to happen."
Everything was wonderful, from the music to the smiles on everyone's faces. Niamh was in a fairy tale, full of beautiful dresses and drink tinged blushing which she wouldn't trade for the world. The start of it had been dreadfully nerve-wracking, as Moira insisted that they have their first dance on the floor openly with everyone else. It had attracted some gossiping and plenty of shemlen eager to ask questions to the "once wild, now civilized" Dalish woman that she entertained in good faith even though she knew none of them were doing likewise. Her dance with Fergus helped alleviate further nerves and she'd followed that up with some personal time with Moira, sitting down to watch the party goers as she excited told Niamh all about Gwaren, the nobility, and fashion. The elf had loved every second of it until her lover was called away my Lord or Lady Such and Such, leaving Niamh to fend for herself again.
Niamh had settled for some idle wandering in the interim, careful to mind her skirts as she walked and exchanging kind nods when she could. In many cases, her reputation as a Grey Warden preceded her and it made things somewhat less awkward. She wondered how Velanna was fairing but decided to leave the woman be for the moment, more than content to wander off for another drink that would help the night fade into a memory of swirling color and smiling faces. That brought her close to the bar, where she hoped to procure a cider.
Halfway towards the bar, she brushed shoulders with a very focused man carrying a large tray, jostling him hard. The tray began to slip, the clinking of glass loud as the various beverages threatened to slide to the floor and Niamh snapped quickly to bring her hands up to attempt to balance it. The tray was quite full of drink and she felt a weight press upon her. Across the minuscule expanse of the tray, she grimaced at the man holding it.
"Oh gods!" she cried, trying her best to prevent a spill. "Yer stealin' the whole bar, by the feel. We gotta get this on a table fast like!" she finished, feeling her grasp slipping.
Post by Innes Cameron on Jul 2, 2017 23:08:08 GMT -5
Steady. Watch out for that stumbling drunk... Steady! Careful of that chair leg... Watch you don't drop your left hand!
Such were the thoughts foremost in Innes' mind. He had succeeded in lifting the tray from the bar, in turning around and in taking his first steps into the perilous gauntlet of the ballroom, but none of it meant a damned thing until the tray was set upon his particular table. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't so far a distance. In fact, this particular antic would likely go unnoticed by all but a handful of the guests. And yet in a matter of moments, this had become the very deed by which Innes would forever define himself. The man, the legend... Someone brushed past him and upset his careful grip.
"Oh gods!" The cry of anguish, surprisingly not his own, came from a redheaded woman with one of those... tattoos which Elunara did not have (that had been an embarrassing conversation)... who was gamely trying to steady the teetering tray in his hands, the tinkling of glass against glass heralding the horror of what was to come. "Yer stealin' the whole bar, by the feel. We gotta get this on a table fast like!"
"No, no, no!" Innes frantically protested, not entirely prepared to admit defeat. "We have to get to that," he nodded his head to the table in the corner which lay behind the woman, "table. I'm not allowed to put it down on anywhere else."
"Never going to happen!" came the helpful call of the bartender, chortling away with unbridled amusement at the farce unfolding in front of him.
"You said I just had to get the tray across to my seat intact!" Innes retorted over his shoulder. "You didn't say I could have help! Bet is still on!"
Silence reigned for a moment as the bartender considered. A moment which seemed to drag on and on and on considering the weight of the sodding tray which Innes and the woman now struggled to keep balanced between them.
"D'you know that? Fine. Bet's still on." The man eventually decided, just loud enough for Innes to hear. "But only because it's still never going to happen!"
Casting a beseeching look upon the redheaded woman, Innes appealed to her (lack of) better judgement. "Will you help me? Please. You'll be a part of our table and get served too if you do." Admittedly, that probably made no sense to the poor woman, but since the majority of his blood was in the aching muscle of his arms as opposed to his brain, it was about as much explanation as she was going to receive for the moment.
"No, no, no!" the man said as the tray teetered. Niamh did her best to hold it up, worried more than ever that she might trip over her skirts. "We have to get to that table. I'm not allowed to put it down on anywhere else."
The elf blinked. What the hell did that even mean? The tray was going to topple over unless they got it to the nearest table right away and he was being picky about what table they could set things down on? They were going to be drenched by a flood of falling ales and ciders and it would be all this man's fault. She was about to chide him and say as much before the bartender spoke up.
"Never going to happen!" they called with glee. Niamh's face took on a heavy gloss of confusion. Why was the bartender taunting them?
"You said I just had to get the tray across to my seat intact!" the man yelled over his shoulder. "You didn't say I could have help! Bet is still on!"
"What the hell.."
"Will you help me? Please. You'll be a part of our table and get served too if you do."
There wasn't any time to really discuss the matter, so Niamh nodded and began to move towards the table, doing her best to wave off anyone who might be in their way. One passerby, a drunken noblewoman who had apparently been born with zero peripheral vision, threatened to barrel into them until Niamh managed to quickly kick out her leg to knock her away and somehow did not topple to her own doom. Still, her arms threatened to falter. Whatever this man stood to gain from his task beyond drinks, Niamh didn't know but she hoped that it was worth the strain she was feeling in her arms. Each pass second, her grip began to slip.
"I dunno.. how much longer..." she said between breaths. "There's too many damn drinks, ye greedy shemlen bastard!"
Post by Innes Cameron on Jul 3, 2017 16:41:42 GMT -5
This poor woman had stumbled into something so utterly idiotic that she could do nothing else but nod when Innes all but beseeched her to help him. She began to shuffle towards the table in step with him, demonstrating some admirable skills as she kicked and elbowed people out of the way, leaving them a clear path to their ultimate destination.
Yet it became obvious from the tinkling of the glasses that the woman was struggling to hold the weight. Her arms were shaking and her fingers began to slip ever so slightly from the edge of the tray.
"I dunno.. how much longer..." she muttered between increasingly harsher breaths. "There's too many damn drinks, ye greedy shemlen bastard!"
"They're not for me!" Innes protested defensively, though his own arms were beginning to burn with the weight of the tray. How was his newly recruited assistant managing given how much slighter she was in comparison? "I don't drink very often!" In fact, he had been drunk more times this month than he could recall being in the last six months.
Somehow, he would never know how, they reached the table. Linette, naturally, was nowhere to be bloody seen. After all that and the very person he was doing it for had taken herself elsewhere. Admittedly, she might have been summoned by Teyrn Cousland or the King for some reason, he supposed. No doubt he would find out in due course.
For the moment though, with the tray and its contents safely deposited upon the table, Innes turned to the redheaded woman and offered an apologetic smile, waving his hand towards the many glasses. "Please, you've earned as many as you like." His smile morphed into a grin as he looked towards the bartender, raising his voice to call, "especially since we earned table service."
Turning his back, the bartender waved away the remark, but he seemed to consider the hilarity of the spectacle to be fair payment for the extra work. Already, he was setting up another tray with drinks - albeit not one as full as Innes had tried.
"I'm Innes, by the way. Friend of the bride." He gave a perfunctory bow towards her. After sharing the burdens of an overloaded drinks tray, courtesy seemed somewhat redundant. "Thank you for helping me. It might earn me some favour with my partner." Over his dead body before Innes ever said girlfriend. Besides, he had invited Lin as his dance partner, so 'partner' was both acceptable and accurate.
The tray's weight seemed to double with each passing second, bearing down on Niamh's arms with horrible pressure. Her wrists began to bend and small splashes of ale slipped from the mugs. She looked incredulously at the man she'd been forced into helping, her eyes full of abject confusion.
"They're not for me!" the man protested. "I don't drink very often!"
"Ma harel, shemlen," she snapped back, not buying it for a second. "Ye'd hafta be mad t'carry 'round all this 'an not lift a glass yerself."
Niamh had done her best to avoid trouble at the wedding and present herself as a proper representative of the Grey Wardens and companion to Moira but there was something to be said about the threat of an impending drink tray disaster. If nothing else, it had brought our her mother tongue. The last thing she wanted was to stumble back to her lover soaked in ale did not appeal nor did the prospect of hollering shemlen laughing at her should the tray fall. So she pressed on, as did her new companion, until they finally placed the tray down at a table.
The elf immediately took the nearest chair to sit down, taking a deep breath as her companion gestured to the drinks. "Please, you've earned as many as you like,' he said with a grin before calling backed to the barman, "especially since we earned table service."
Niamh blinked. "That's what this were about?" she asked incredulously. "Gettin' booze'd and served upon?"
All she could do was sigh and grab a mug of ale, sipping at it as she held the massive cup with two hands. The man gave her a bow.
"I'm Innes, by the way. Friend of the bride." That brought a smirk to Niamh's lips. Kahrin was an interesting woman to keep such company and friends. "Thank you for helping me. It might earn me some favour with my partner."
Niamh did not rise from her seat for any formal greeting, although a part of her wondered if that was not the proper course of action. Instead, she offered a friendly nod and a slightly raised mug.
"Aneth ara," she offered. "Me name is Niamh and I'm a Grey Warden what's her as an escort to Lady Moira Reese."
Post by Innes Cameron on Jul 22, 2017 16:53:20 GMT -5
With the introduction of his name and association with the bride, Innes earned a nod and a lift of the mug in acknowledgement from the woman. "Aneth ara," which he assumed was Dalish but did not want to risk offence by questioning it aloud. "Me name is Niamh and I'm a Grey Warden what's her as an escort to Lady Moira Reese."
"A Grey Warden?" Innes echoed, quirking an eyebrow. "So, you must know Mara. Wait..." Apparently his exertions with the tray meant his thinking was somewhat impaired. "You must have sailed on the same ship as me. I travelled on Commander Howe's ship? My partner..." He glanced around once more for Linette but Maker only knew where she had vanished. "Well, she's a friend of Teyrn Cousland. So she had permission to let me come with her."
Shaking his head to dismiss the innocuous questions over travel, Innes slumped down in a nearby chair and reached for a mug of cider, sipping at it but unable to hide how his mouth twisted. He was still somewhat fragile after the antics of the previous night with the happy whisky and so all alcohol was more distasteful than usual today. Just as well. He would never wish to make a fool of himself (balancing trays aside) and risk embarrassing either Kahrin or Arl Eideard.
"Well, regardless of who you know and how you got here," he half-grinned, "you saved me from certain disaster. No way I could have made it across to this table without your help."
Niamh gratefully drank her ale, perhaps a bit too quickly that she ought to. Glad for the refreshment and excited by new company, the elf could not contain her need to gulp down a crisp beverage. For what it was worth, Innes didn't seem to mind. He was more interested in Niamh's profession.
"A Grey Warden?" he asked with interest. "So, you must know Mara. Wait..." Niamh closed her mouth, pausing to let Innes ask his question. "You must have sailed on the same ship as me. I travelled on Commander Howe's ship?"
"Believe I did too," she noted. "Rockin' on the sea like summat wild. Me first time on the waters! But aye, I know Mara well. She's me best friend and sister what I hope has a romantical evening full of secret kisses."
My partner..." Innes looked around, prompting Niamh to look around too "Well, she's a friend of Teyrn Cousland. So she had permission to let me come with her."
"I were lucky, as I dun think many Grey Wardens were allowed t'come what weren't already friends with Her Grace," she said. "Dinnit know Kahrin 'fore this 'an it were a wild thing t'meet her, as I had a great big keenness for a mage what she were married too. Small world, I s'pose."
She didn't realize how much she said until she'd said it. "Uh, well, what I mean is," she stumbled over her words. "What I mean is that I ain't here 'cus of them two folks gettin' married. I'm here for me gal alone 'an it's been a damn good time."
"Well, regardless of who you know and how you got here," he smiled, "you saved me from certain disaster. No way I could have made it across to this table without your help."
"Yer a damned fool fer tryin' to grab that much," she said casually. No judgement, simply fact. "Now what? Ye drink and drink? That dun seem right. so I got a challenge fer ya: teach me some shem drinkin' game 'an iff'n ye win, well I ain't sure yet but y'ken dare me t'do summat. Iff'n ye lose, I make the dare fer you!"
Post by Innes Cameron on Jul 23, 2017 12:12:28 GMT -5
To hear that Niamh was close to Mara was something which brightened Innes' expression, concerned as he was about how troubled she had seemed during their brief meeting a few weeks ago, but it was swiftly dulled by the mention of Anders, though thankfully not by name, and how he had presumably caused further heartache for yet another person. No, best to gloss over the very mention of the man. Especially considering... No, just ignore it.
Fortunately, Niamh's enthusiasm for sharing the celebrations with her... Maker, no, he was not saying girlfriend purely on principle... Lady was infectious. Easy to forget less pleasant topics.
"Yer a damned fool fer tryin' to grab that much," she observed about his self-appointed challenge, and Innes could hardly argue. Instead, he made a rumble in the back of his throat by way of agreeing. "Now what? Ye drink and drink?" Before Innes could point out again that he did not drink often nor usually to excess, his new companion steamed on ahead. "That dun seem right. so I got a challenge fer ya: teach me some shem drinkin' game 'an iff'n ye win, well I ain't sure yet but y'ken dare me t'do summat. Iff'n ye lose, I make the dare fer you!"
His eyes widened in surprise. "Dares?" he echoed, somewhat dubious. Except there was the tiniest spark of curiosity. He did have a competitive edge, after all. "Well, so long as we agree that the dares can't impose on the wedding, I suppose we can do that." The more he spoke, the faster he was convincing himself. No, he wouldn't agree to anything which would cause embarrassment for the Teyrn and Teyrna, but equally he did not think that Niamh would wish to embarrass Lady Reese either. Mutually assured protection, then.
A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. He may not be a hardened drinker himself but living amongst a whole barracks of them meant he was well-versed in drinking games. "How about this one? Two truths and a lie." Simple enough and it only relied on instinct and a good eye for body language. More importantly, it only required one cup of cider which even Innes was sure he could manage. "We each tell two truths and one lie. If you guess the lie correctly, I drink. If you're wrong, you drink. First one to empty their cup is the loser."
"Well, so long as we agree that the dares can't impose on the wedding, I suppose we can do that."
Niamh smiled slyly, as she was wont to do. She'd just met Innes and he was willing to entertain her silly need to play. Whatever might follow, she couldn't deny that the man was spirited company. Which was good since the elf had spent the night dazzled and save some rude inquiries from nobles, she was having the time of her life.
"Aye, that's fair-like," she conceded to his condition. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass anyone, except maybe Innes himself. "Not sure what I'll dare ya after my inevit.. inenvy.. Hmm, after me victory but I'll go easy on ya."
She gave the man a wink that would make Anders proud before taking a large gulp of ale and letting a comfortable heaviness come over her. Slight as she was, it didn't take much to get her on the path to drunkenness.
"How about this one? Two truths and a lie." Niamh eyes lit up; she knew this game "We each tell two truths and one lie. If you guess the lie correctly, I drink. If you're wrong, you drink. First one to empty their cup is the loser."
"Played this with Moira and some friend 'fore," she explained. "Weren't too shabby at then so I guess ye've already lost, shem lad. RIght, here's me truthsomes and falses. First, once a halla bucked me right into a river in front of me whole clan. Second, I've shot an arrow straight into a darkspawn's arse. Last, me people dun make drinks what getcha drunk, so I ain't drank until I were at me first tavern with Anders."
It hurt ever so slightly to speak about that night but she didn't dwell on it much nor did it occur to her that Innes had no clue who that was. Instead, she wondered if she would catch the lie. The halla bucking had been a very embarrassing truth while arrow landing in the darkspawn's rear only came as she and her fellow scout flung dozens of arrows in their ambush. She did her best to remain impassive, waiting to hear Innes' turn thoug she was certain that she'd already won.
Post by Innes Cameron on Jul 23, 2017 19:32:49 GMT -5
His choice was a good one. Barely had he finished explaining the rules before Niamh was already in agreement.
"Played this with Moira and some friend 'fore," she revealed. Well, that made sense. It was either this game of 'Have You Ever' which tended to be the first ones to be played amongst strangers. "Weren't too shabby at then so I guess ye've already lost, shem lad." He could only snort at her confidence.
"Right, here's me truthsomes and falses," Niamh launched straight into it. Her eagerness caught Innes unawares and he was hardly in the frame of mind to be making sense of it all. His loss! "First, once a halla bucked me right into a river in front of me whole clan. Second, I've shot an arrow straight into a darkspawn's arse. Last, me people dun make drinks what getcha drunk, so I ain't drank until I were at me first tavern with Anders."
Void take him, that man again. Doing his best to ignore the fact that the mere mention of Anders' name could turn his mood sour, Innes frowned as he considered. How else to show he was deep in thought?
"Well, you're a Grey Warden. So I think the middle one is true." Right, fine. What about the others? "I don't know anything about the Dalish, really." May as well be honest in case his ignorance was mistaken for maliciousness. "But I thought halla were quite placid? So... that one. That's the lie."
"Alright, my turn," Innes declared, knowing full well that even if he was wrong in his guess, he could drink and talk at the same time. "Number one: I once used Kahrin as collateral in a card game." She loved used that story against him so he may as well get some use out of it too. "Number two: I accidentally released one of the prisoners from Fort Drakon before their trial." Awkward conversation; thankfully, though, not for him. It had been one of his fellow guards and Innes had been roped in to help clean up the mess before their superiors found out. "Number three: I was pushed down a well by a criminal gang." Siali, another Grey Warden, had arrived to rescue him. Just as well. She had a habit of arriving just in time to help him out of a lot of scrapes.
"Well, you're a Grey Warden. So I think the middle one is true."
Fair enough, although the logic was a bit off. Niamh did her best to remain impassive, which wasn't easy, as she explained the truth of the situation to Innes. "Ain't fight darkspawn as a Grey Warden yet," she explained. "Only been a warden fer a couple weeks tops but I were a scout few me clan 'an during that there Blight, a few snarlin' monsters got near the camp. We killed 'em but lost a friend.."
Eoghan's death hit all of the scouts hard, trying as it was to see his sister weep before jutting the knife in his side as a final kindness. She didn't dwell on it, looking for the next answer.
"I don't know anything about the Dalish, really." That was no shock, given how few of the humans are the wedding had any idea of what her people were like. "But I thought halla were quite placid? So... that one. That's the lie."
Another good guess. Halla were calm enough but Ronan, the halla tender's son had fit to splash some water at her as she rode, as men were often quick to enter into silly displays when they were trying to tease a woman they had feelings for. The halla had not found it funny and Niamh took a mighty large dive into the water. She'd spent most of the night by the fire, Ronan by her side ever apologizing.
"Alas, Innes, yer guessed wrong," she told her new friend. "Halla are soft and kind but there were a lad with a crush what cause trouble and I were soaked with water by the end. Lie is were about me mage friend Anders; the Dalish have wines and ciders plenty 'an I drank me share 'fore waltzin' into any shemen tavern."
"Alright, my turn," Innes said boldly. "Number one: I once used Kahrin as collateral in a card game."
Niamh blinked. What was collateral? She didn't know what it meant but was too embarrassed to say anything. So she just nodded her head as she listened.
"Number two: I accidentally released one of the prisoners from Fort Drakon before their trial."
That immediately sounded like a load of shit but humans were prone to clerical mishaps thanks to their sprawling bureaucracies. It might not have been Innes fault. She decided to wait and see what the last fact was before judging.
"Number three: I was pushed down a well by a criminal gang."
Niamh actually laughed at that. It was not small thing to be cornered by a gang and chucked down a well. She felt bad if it were true but also sounded wild enough that she paused to think about it. It seemed very specific, which might have meant it was true. But it was also so absurd that she decided it was the lie.
"Right, so..." she started. "I dunno might 'bout cards 'an ain't never really played but I dun think ye did the thing with Her Grace Kahrin 'an while yer a good guard, I think shemlen are dumb enough to give ye some scratch 'o paper what says to release Johnny the Thief 'fore his time. Which leaves the well; that dun seem true 'lest ye'd still be down the well I imagine. So, that's the lie!"
Post by Innes Cameron on Jul 23, 2017 20:10:13 GMT -5
With a good-natured grumble, Innes had taken a mouthful of his cider as Niamh revealed that, in fact, she was well-accustomed to drinking and the sensation of being inebriated. Well, who knew? Obviously not Innes. But a leisurely discussion was hardly the point of the game and so he pressed on with his own truths and lie.
Niamh listened with a good deal more attention that Innes had managed first time round. She kept her own counsel until the very last one, the tale about the well, when suddenly she laughed out loud. Who could blame her? It was a ridiculous story given both his height and the width of his shoulders. And yet...
"Right, so..." she began her deliberations. "I dunno might 'bout cards 'an ain't never really played but I dun think ye did the thing with Her Grace Kahrin 'an while yer a good guard, I think shemlen are dumb enough to give ye some scratch 'o paper what says to release Johnny the Thief 'fore his time." Alas, humans really were that stupid. Especially when there were two prisoners with the same name and the Guardsman had taken a best guess instead of asking someone. "Which leaves the well; that dun seem true 'lest ye'd still be down the well I imagine. So, that's the lie!"
Folding his arms across his chest, Innes jerked his chin towards her cup, indicating that she should drink up. "A friend heard me yelling and came to pull me out," he grinned. "Siali, if you know her. We've worked together a few times over the years. If she hadn't... you'd be right." A corpse stuffed down a well? No, thanks.
"It was another guard who released the wrong prisoner. I tend to be more methodical in who I let just wander back onto the streets of Denerim." Professional pride and all that.
He eyed her with a raise of his brow. "One each. At this rate, we'll both be at the bottom of our cups and no winner at all. Want to change the game?"
Innes begrudglingly took a drink of his cider while Niamh took a copious gulp of ale. It was a little stronger than she liked, her preference for cider reinforced by the considerably heading nature of the brew. Looking into her mug, she was surprised to see just how much she'd drank. It was quite a bit and her mind wandered ever so slightly to think of how comfortable she'd be tonight, rested next to Moira. That was later though, and this was now. For now, it was time for her drinking games and she'd guessed wrong.
"A friend heard me yelling and came to pull me out," he grinned. "Siali, if you know her. We've worked together a few times over the years. If she hadn't... you'd be right."
Niamh lit up at the mention of Siali. "Wonderful lass, she is!" the elf offered with a half raised glass. "Hard around them edges but good at heart. Glad she pulled ya from that there well. Looks like ye know plenty of Grey Wardens iff'n ye know her and Mara. But what about that prisoner?"
"It was another guard who released the wrong prisoner. I tend to be more methodical in who I let just wander back onto the streets of Denerim." Niamh chuckled; that made sense. Innes seemed a steady sort and it was a wonder that they'd not bumped into him during her own patrols.
So they drank and Innes seemed amused. "One each. At this rate, we'll both be at the bottom of our cups and no winner at all. Want to change the game?"
Niamh nodded, eager for the chance to experience more. "I dunno drinkin' games but iff'n ye want try summat new, I'll follow down that path."
Post by Innes Cameron on Jul 23, 2017 20:38:46 GMT -5
That Niamh knew Siali warmed Innes more than the cider. It had taken some time break through the guarded exterior of the other Warden, more than likely due to her bad experiences working with human men, but they were now at a point where it was comfortable between them. Certainly, he enjoyed her company anyway.
At his suggestion to change up the game, Niamh was in favour with barely any persuasion. "I dunno drinkin' games but iff'n ye want try summat new, I'll follow down that path."
"How can you have plenty of wine and cider in your clan, but no drinking games?" Innes groused, though he was laughing as he spoke. Cider and good company; what better combination for relaxing? "Alright, let's see." He looked about their small corner of the large hall, trying to work out what game would have them reaching the bottom of their mugs the fastest. It was the dare which was the real prize, after all.
His eye alighted on two young noblewomen, likely around eighteen, seated two tables to his right. If he and Niamh kept hushed, they could just about make out the conversation between the pair. It was plain that they were in competition with one another, as most young noblewomen seemed to be, and were each appraising their merits with regards the attention of one distinguished gentleman named Jacob. Whoever he might be.
Glancing back to Niamh, Innes grinned as he leaned forward. His hand clasped around his mug and he brought it closer to his chest so that it was all the more easier to lift to his lips. "Every time they mention his name," he explained in low tones, "we drink. If we weren't already in the middle of a bet, I'd wager we'd run out of mugs before they ran out of things to say about Jacob and his preferences. You up for it?"
Cyn: No posts this weekend, sorry! It's D&D crunch time and I've gotta write half a campaign by noon tomorrow or I'm so very screwed
Sept 9, 2017 20:49:59 GMT -5
JWhitey: Is anyone around?
Sept 10, 2017 1:11:36 GMT -5
Innes Cameron: Hello, JWhitey! If you need to speak to someone, PM one of the Staff directly (if you haven't already!) ;D
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JWhiteyGames: Hello! And thanks! I did. I was just looking to see if anyone was on in general. After reading the guidelines and peeking a bit more though, I realized the box isn't used the same as before.
Sept 10, 2017 13:58:14 GMT -5
ann: *peeks head in* So, returning rp'er to the dragon age universe. I was wondering who of the staff one should poke about character concept? Just to run it by and get and oki.
Sept 17, 2017 11:35:05 GMT -5
Innes Cameron: Welcome to WV, ann! Feel free to PM any of us about a character concept and we'll get back to you shortly. If we need to consult with the other Staff about the idea first, we'll let you know ;D
Sept 17, 2017 14:01:09 GMT -5
Marius Whitby: If you're looking at a templar character, hit me up!
Sept 17, 2017 20:28:15 GMT -5
ann: I was originally but given the current state of timeline I went with a slightly different route^^ will keep it in mind, Marius!
Sept 18, 2017 12:00:52 GMT -5
Cyan: Wow I'm surprised this site is still active. Good job people.
Sept 19, 2017 20:49:59 GMT -5
Cyn: Don't thank us, thank Kahrin Quirke Ainsley, she's the one running around here putting out fires and fixing up hull breaches with duct tape.
Sept 19, 2017 21:52:11 GMT -5
Hanamene Thornecroft: New to the game! Just wanted to say hello whilst I build my char profile. Any updates to the game's world state I ought to know about? In addition to the OOC info threads, I mean - i.e. active/major story-lines to consider. PM me for the latter.
Sept 20, 2017 12:07:39 GMT -5
Leliana: Welcome to WV, Hanamene Thornecroft! If you check out the various links beneath 'Site Links' on the left hand side, that will give you all the information you need to know! If you have specific queries, however, please contact a member of staff.
Sept 20, 2017 12:55:22 GMT -5