First Missive: Man of Tanith

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec sat crouched near the edge of the forest, looking in at the village and frowning. He twirled the wooden aquila he had made in his fingers, thinking to himself. He'd found the village a few days ago, and what he saw of it at first seemed quite out of the ordinary. There were a handful things wandering around the village that clearly weren't human, or natural, but things seemed peaceful. He had decided he would watch from afar for a few days to get a better picture of what was going on here, and so far what he'd seen seemed like life in any peaceful village. The building he was currently looking at had people coming and going from it at regular intervals, and from what he could tell it was a bar of some sort. Again, it seemed like a relatively peaceful place. He looked at the aquila in his hand and pocketed it, standing up. Things here didn't seem harmful, and it was time for a closer look. Quietly, he made his way towards the bar. As he got closer, he managed to get a better look at the sign. The Good Spirits Bar, it read. So it was as he suspected. His guess confirmed, he now only knew one thing. And that was that he could use a drink. He took hold of the handle of the door, and entered, hoping he wasn't making a fool decision.]

Corbec will be in the bar for most of the evening. Do feel free to stop him before he enters if you wish, however.

Comments

[herotypical]

Top you up?

[ later in the evening, the petite barmaid approached with a half-empty bottle in hand. she'd watched him from a distance, remarking on his unfamiliar face. new to town, she wondered...? or just the bar?

buffy lifts the bottle in an additional silent offer. ]

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec looks at her and nods to her, his mouth cracking a barely perceivable smile.]

Aye, I'll take a drink. Thank you kindly, miss. Or is it missus?

[herotypical]

Miss. Definitely miss. O-or you could just do what most of the locals do and call me Buffy. What with it being my name and all.

[ and with such a warm (hah) welcome, she leans in to pour the man a generous, fresh glass. ]

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec nods and picks up his glass.]

Good to meet you, Buffy. I'm Colm Corbec. ...I only just arrived, so I'm not entirely sure what I should use for payment. I do have this?

[Corbec reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few silvery coins with a two headed eagle emblazoned on both sides]

Not sure if that's worth anything to you.

[herotypical]

[ she offers him a thin smile and plays the game she loves best to play with the newbies: ] Nah. This one? It's on the house.

[ buffy taps her nose. secret-like. ]

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec raises a brow, and nods.]

Ah, thank you Buffy. ...you're giving me a good first impression of the place.

[He smiles]

[herotypical]

...I try to be a good welcome wagonette. Showing up here is hard enough without people charging you all willy-nilly for the basics.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

...aye, I didn't even come into the village at first. I wandered the woods and looked around for a while. Some of the things I saw here at first were normally things that would be trying to kill me, so naturally I was reluctant to even approach for a while.

[Corbec frowns]

[herotypical]

Mmhm. [ a sympathetic cluck of her tongue, before she points at an empty chair across from him.

the bar isn't too busy. she can spare a moment or two to give the man a proper introduction. she hopes. ] May I grab a seat? If you don't mind the intrusion. Only...only I remember what it was like to be new, oodles of time ago.

[ and it helps to have someone to just chat with. ]

[all7seas]

[Funnily enough, Jack will be at the bar for much of the evening as well. He takes a seat in his customary spot and shakes out a couple of pills into one palm, chasing them with his favorite variety of rum -- Screech.

How did it become his favorite? It's like the worst stuff ever.

He glances over at a man who is obviously a newcomer.]

You ever burn your tonsils out with liquor, mate?

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec turned to look at the man with the dreadlocks and nice hat, cocking a brow slightly.]

Well, you're certainly a good guesser. I have once or twice, honestly. Are you speaking from experience, by any chance?

[Corbec smiled and offered a hand.]

My name is Colm Corbec. What would yours be?

[all7seas]

Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow.

[There's a firm but very brief handshake. Jack turns back to his rum. Colm might notice that his left arm is in a sling.]

And you'd have to ask my tonsils that question, really -- though they're notoriously mum, by all accounts. New here?

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec nods, his hand going back to his bottle of glass of ale.]

Aye, I've been here a few days. Well...in the woods. I only just came into the village. I've been watching it from afar for a bit...it seems peaceful enough though. Some of the people here look like the types that would be trying to tear my face off under normal circumstances...

[all7seas]

Oh? [Face-tearers? Jack knows a few.] Used to live in the forest myself. By the lake. Now I live......





Here.

[Wow. That was surprisingly difficult to admit to.]

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec chuckles a bit.]

In the bar? You wouldn't be the first man I've known to live in one. The forest here is nice, though...even if the talking animals did worry me for a bit there. Not so much as the fething wings though...well, I learned the hard way what pulling a few out feels like.

[Corbec's mouth twists in an small, odd frown.]

[all7seas]

[Well he won't ARGUE about living in the bar or not. He's here often enough.]

My advice? Avoid the squirrels.



And the ducks.

[He's had a tough time with both species.]

And the feathers, aye; you don't want to lose 'em, that's for certain. Keep your wings on, and your head, and you'll survive.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec raises a brow}

So you die if you lose the wings? ...I suppose I should have guessed that. But what's a duck? Or a squirrel? Both dangerous I'm assuming.

[Action]

[quicktoanger]

Surly soldier in a bar? I'd seen that job before, definitely. This one, though, wasn't asking after people.

He did, however, look like he'd avoided the village for a while at first. Kinda smelled like it, too. Ah, well. Paranoia, I'm not the one to fault him for that. I nodded to him in greeting.

"Hey. New to town, I take it?"

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[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec turned around to look at the new person addressing him.]

Aye, you're the third person to guess that correctly. I just came to the village today. I've been in the woods for a few days prior though.

[Action]

[quicktoanger]

I decided it would be a little tactless to point out that I'd already guessed that.

"Well, in that case, welcome to Luceti. It's not a bad place, if you don't mind the evil overlord scientists."

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[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec frowned]

Well, thanks for the welcome. ...I'm a bit more worried about how I got here and the wings, but earlier I was told that's perfectly normal.

[Action]

[quicktoanger]

"Trick of this place, yeah. Not the worst, by a long shot. You get used to it."

I offered him a handshake.

"Harry. Dresden."

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[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec shook the offered hand]

Colm Corbec.

[Action]

[quicktoanger]

"Well, Colm- do you prefer Colm or Mr. Corbec or what?- this place isn't bad, in itself. The locals are friendly. We take care of each other. About the only downside is the Malnosso."

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[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec shrugs]

Where I'm from people usually refer to eachother by their last names. 'course from what I've seen that's one of the many differences here.