Following Leads, Brief for Sat, 23rd May 850 Options

[Abel]

This is more of a grouping area than a brief, as you guys (i assume) are grouping together to head to Alguz to follow up the Demetrey Constaella lead.

Feel free to chat amongst yourselves IC here and plan what you want to to during the day.

Jules

[Elferrick]

Gorim sits in the middle of his comrades. Mason one side sober as a judge. Molly the other side, a bottle in hand squinting at the pages of her book. the Dwarf chugs on his wine skin, " The other should catch up soon." He turned the spit that had a rabbit cooking on it. " I'm still hoping that Yomi appears. Or we are going to need a some quick talking to get Demetry to show himself. "

[FlorenceWarren]

Whatever Molly is drinking looks and smells rather potent, but that doesn't stop her taking a generous swig. Putting her grimoire down she glances at Gorim and frowns. "Probably. Wonder who else is coming. Not that it matters really." She adds, taking another swig. "This is boring. I'm bored. Is it really taking that long to cook dinner? I'm sure I could speed things up a little." She says, grinning wickedly as the spark returns to her eyes.

"We should do something to pass the time. Something fun. Drinking is fun, what do you think Gorim?"

[Elferrick]

"Hmmmm drinking is good, I know a few songs that innocent ladies shouldn't hear.........

Lucky really that there's none here that will tell on me!... Eh! Eh!"

(he nudges Molly with an elbow, a wink and a smile and whispers)

"unless you include mason" snigger

(it's a dwarf thing and in no way do I wish to belittle our force priest)

[Cildan]

*Mason smiles at the cameradie of friends*

[FlorenceWarren]

"I see no innocent ladies here, Gorim." Molly chuckles, casually summoning a small plume of flame in one hand.

"In fact, according to the Knight of The Land I travelled out with last outing I'm anything but innocent." She growls, as if irritated by the memory.

"They wanted to leave me there you know, from what I've been told. They said I was a liability. Can you imagine? High and mighty knights condemning me to an unnecessarily long death. As often as I do it, I don't enjoy lying there, all mangled. It's rather harrowing in fact. B**tards." She mumbles, spinning the plume into a ball and chucking it at a nearby tree, leaving scorch marks against the bark.

"Need more fun. I need to stop thinking about stuff." She mutters, taking another sip from the bottle.

[Elferrick]

"Here!" Gorim passes the wine skin. "Try some Dwarvish Iron Belly. What it lacks in taste I'm more than makes up with potency!"

"Now you remember our agreement lassy? If Loric sits by the fire you kids play nice, OK?... In the meantime heres to comrades!"

[FlorenceWarren]

"What? Even if he's being a jerk?" She asks, rolling her eyes and sighing. "Fine. To comrades, I guess." She mutters, taking the wineskin and having a large swig, before erupting into a fit of choking and spluttering. "Bloody hell!" She manages, blushing a little.

[Elferrick]

"Good stuff isn't it... That's why our girls have beards." He roars with laughter at his own joke. " I heard tell that there'll be quite the gathering at this hire, left some markers for people to follow if they wanted to join our merry band."

[FlorenceWarren]

"Yeah! I'd heard that! Never actually met a dwarven woman, I'm sure they're very unique." Molly replies with a laugh, handing the wineskin back to Gorim and knocking back a sip from her own bottle, before offering it to Gorim. "Want some? I'm not entirely sure what it is, got it from the market while I was down in Ishma. I think it's Moonshine of some sort. The guy there got it off some human, who bought it from some dodgy Alfar or at least that's what he told me." She adds, stretching her hands out to warm them over the fire.

[Elferrick]

Taking the bottle he gives it a sniff

"Shogg! That smells worse than an Alfars arm pit. Why would you want to drink that....." He takes a swig..... "Ahhhh that's why.... Bit of a kick.... But I'll stick to mine."

"Mason you should try some of this.. Put hair on your chest."

[FlorenceWarren]

"Ah leave 'im he's miles away, you know?" Molly mutters, grabbing the bottle again and taking a swig. After a moment she hisses, "Leg's gone to sleep." She slurs, standing up and taking a few unsteady steps before tripping over a stray log and landing uncomfortably in a small, but poorly placed bush. Jumping to her feet, she glares at the plant. "Do you know who I am?" She growls, crimson flames enveloping one arm.

"No? Well then I guess you'll have to die!" She hisses, laughing maniacally as she burns the defenceless bush to a harmless pile of ash.

Then without another word she returns to sitting beside Gorim. "Stupid bushes." She mutters.

[Cildan]

"Well, im off to bed." Mason yawns, "You two may want to think about heading there yourselfs, its a long walk from Sellaville to Alguz"

[Elferrick]

"Bah!. I'm in the mood for a song... Know any good ones?"

Gorim goes to start one then stops.... Mouth open "nope that ones gone......." Takes a swig, lookes at Mason and smiles "night, night!" Then sniggers.

[FlorenceWarren]

"Oh! Yeah! A song! That would be fantastic!" Molly exclaims, probably a little too loudly. "I'm bad at thinking of things on the spot though! Well, except magical things! Do you want me to do magic things? Because I... I already blew up that bush." She snorts, gesturing to the still burning shrub.

[Elferrick]

Gorim wipes his mouth after a good glug... Clears his throat and bellows

“There's an inn, there's an inn, there's a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.

So the cat on the fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
‘It’s after three!’ he said."

"Ha ha ha love that one........ Come on join in!"

[FlorenceWarren]

"I don't know... Have I had enough for this?" Molly ponders outloud, finishing the last of the moonshine and tossing the empty bottle at a nearby tree, missing horribly. Pulling a wineskin of her own from her bag, she cracks it open and begins drinking from it, then loudly and obnoxiously joins in.

"They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.

Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor."

[Elferrick]

The rays of the sun punch through the canopy of trees striking with the force of a hammer. The smell of burnt rabbit is sits easy with that of bacon and sausages. Mmmmmmmm sausages Gorim thinks. He opens one eye and feels like a lance has been thrust through his skull. B***dy holy water again...... Must stop that, getting too old. Reopening his eye he sees Mason with breakfast on the go.
Molly is still snuffling asleep using his thigh like a pillow, drool pooling on britches by his knee. The sun is almost upon her and then she's in for a rude awakening.
Mason turns. "Oh your finally awake. Grubs up if you can stomach it."
"Good on you mason... Your a like saver"

"Should make the captains by mid afternoon. Try and get some more information on what we face."

[FlorenceWarren]

A horrible, groaning sound slips from Molly's lips as the sun catches her square in the face. "Light... Dreadful, unforgiving light... Uhh it's Port Miere all over again." She rasps, opening her eyes and glancing around. "What was I sleeping on? My neck is all- Oh." She mumbles, turning a deep shade of scarlet and jumping away from Gorim awkwardly. "I uhh.. I mean to do that." She mutters, embarrassed.

"What are we talking about?" Molly asks, searching around frantically for a wineskin of water.

"Damn it! Where is the water? My head is killing me..." She groans.