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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 20:09:35 GMT
Run by a dark skinned native woman from the island itself. She brews beer and meads from the plants native to the jungle. It tastes surprisingly good
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 9, 2020 21:41:31 GMT
Konrad arrived at the brewery with Justine on his arm, feeling a right and proper hero just as he was reaching the last stanza:
"And now, my fine boys, we are round the rock,
And soon, oh! soon, we will be in the dock.
Then all our hands will bundle ashore,
Perhaps some will never to sea go more."
And he added a little flourish as he finished, almost feeling he was back at the academy again, singing drinking songs and strutting down the cobblestone streets of Edysse again.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 9, 2020 21:49:38 GMT
Justine applauded as best she could with one hand mostly occupied. Konrad has not been the only man singing on the street, but he had definitely been the most sober one...so far. Pirates were a colorful bunch so far. “You’re a very good singer. Maybe you ought to take up being a bard. You could travel around with our friend the Skylark, doing duets.” She laughed, finding it a little hard to imagine.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 22:02:20 GMT
They walked into a calm by Pirate standards establishment, not large, but with most of the seating outdoors overlooking the crashing waves and dense jungles of the bay and the mainland. Colorful parrots flit about in the distance, and the place is packed with mostly men drinking aromatic beer and a few women serving drinks, and the odd one who was clearly a corsair who are worse than the men. A dark skinned woman with short hair tends the bar and nods in greeting. “Welcome strangers. First drink’s free for a story.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 9, 2020 22:15:23 GMT
Justine let go of Konrad’s arm and approached the bar. She leaned on it with her two elbows and folded her hands under the chin. “We have stories. Just a few days ago we saw the Nedrassian Serpent, with a whole shining city on its back, and it let us pass unscathed. But I Feel like it’s another kind of story you’re after? You probably hear a lot of big fish stories in a place like this.”
She glanced over her shoulder and grinned at Konrad, beckoning him to hurry and join her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 22:30:15 GMT
The woman poured a orange blossom mead as she talked. “Everyone sees the Serpent one time or another, but I admit this city on its back is a new wrinkle. Catchy. Next you’ll be telling me you went to Old Nedrassia itself. But, continue on stranger. Don’t often get fancy folk with clothes not requiring the application of a half dozen or more patches to stay secure here. I’m Tejuani. Yes, the J is silent, best just not to ask.”
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 9, 2020 23:01:32 GMT
Konrad laughed, "I've not sung like that since I was in school," he said as they entered "although I was rarely so sober then. As for being a bard, well," he shrugged, "I don't have the same confidence as our friend the Skylark."
when they were met by the bartenderess, Konrad bowed. "here's something you may not know. The serpents speak the old imperial tongue. It's a sound that will unman you to hear, but I heard it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 23:26:23 GMT
Tejuani handed them both a mead. “That a fact? The snakes speak Imperial? I coulda told you them ‘perials spoke fluent in snake and backstabbing. S’pose it makes sense the biggest snake does too.” She grinned and her teeth were as white as ivory. “But the idea’s worth a drink. What should I call you strangers?”
A few people glance their way, but without apparent hostility. This place on the whole seems rather mellow in atmosphere. “Sit wherever ye like, the parrots are out today on account of the storm ‘bout to blow in. Gotta get their late bits of dinner before the winds hit.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 9, 2020 23:38:53 GMT
Justine tilted her head slightly, wondering if Tejuani had them clocked. From the stock of Titled aristocracy, the both of them, even though she had traded silk for linen and her title for her curse.
“So they are, silver tongued and cruel.” She accepted a cup of the mead and took a cautious sip. It was sweeter and brighter and stronger than she had imagined. “Thank you. I’m Justine, this is Konrad.”
She paused in drinking for a moment, having found herself suddenly very thirsty. “You said a storm was coming? How bad will it be?”
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 9, 2020 23:43:46 GMT
Konrad nodded in agreement with Justine’s “observation”, “while you think up the answer to my friend’s question, I’ll take a large glass of your darkest ale.” If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, he thought in an OOC way, it was breweries that had a thousand beers stuffed to the brim with hops, and not a quality stout or porter to be found.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 0:00:56 GMT
Tejuani poured a thick black beer that smelled like nothing he’d had before. “Grain not good for dark beer, have to use coffee to strengthen it,” she said in advance. “It’ll give you a spring in yer step I promise. And that storm gonna be something, but not too bad. The wind witch says it’ll pass in a few days. They come here a lot.”
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 10, 2020 0:51:36 GMT
Konrad took a deep sip, “ahhh yes.” He said in appreciation. “We are fortunate we found good anchorage when we did then,” he replied, regarding the wind witch’s forecast.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 10, 2020 1:35:50 GMT
Comte-in-exile Damien Chevalier entered the brewery whistling to himself. He he was stroking his bead deep in thought as he walked in. He made immediately for the bar. He slammed down a bag of coins and said, "Huzzah." He spoke to whoever was standing behind the bar. "This establishment looks amazing. And every single person I stopped in the street said I could do no better then this here establishment." He bowed to the bartender and spoke loud enough to carry through the entire establishment, "I am Comte-in-exile Damien Chevalier. And until that bag runs out all my friends drink on me. And since everyone is my friend the house drinks on me." He looked behind the bar. "I will start with a bottle of your house favorite."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 10, 2020 3:40:19 GMT
Konrad took a deep sip, “ahhh yes.” He said in appreciation. “We are fortunate we found good anchorage when we did then,” he replied, regarding the wind witch’s forecast. Justine finished her first drink with relish, depositing the cup back on the counter with a satisfying clink. "Could I try that?" she asked, motioning to Konrad's cup. It had such a rich, inviting aroma. Still eyeing his drink, she spoke to Tejuani again. "Will the ships be safe to board again or should we batten down the hatches here in town?" She was pleased with herself and felt she sounded almost like a proper sea dog. Batten down the hatches indeed. Before any of her questions could be answered, she saw a familiar figure enter and state what she presumed to be his opening line in any establishment. She smiled and waved to him if he ever looked her way. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 4:18:41 GMT
The woman smiled. “I mean I wouldn’t keep the gunpowder out my dear.” As Damien entered she nodded thanks and called out. “Give your servers a silver and enjoy this man’s largesse! And watch your purses! Even here we know of the King of Thieves!”
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