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

[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.

[all7seas]

You die if you lose the wings. [A no-holds-barred confirmation.]

Erm................squirrels? Ducks? You're not familiar with 'em?

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec shrugs.]

I can't say I've heard of them, no. ...most planets have different animals, so I'm assuming they're native to...wherever this is.

[all7seas]

Luceti. That's Italian for "Country of the Buggered Hell Squirrels."

[No it's not.]

You can tell a squirrel, mate, by the cunning look in their beady eyes. Fluffy wuffy tails. Smell like acorns.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

Oh, I think I know what you mean by them then. The little four legged rodents running around the woods? ...what sort of trouble did you have with them?

[Corbec now looks slightly skeptical]

[all7seas]

...................One stole my boot, once.

[Little bastard. But it takes a real man to admit that. Really.]

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec chuckles]

Well, I don't know many people who would admit to that. They do seem the sort that would be cunning, though.

[all7seas]

You get enough of those little fellows in one place, all chittering and scampering, and they'll rob you blind!



Nothing, though -- I repeat -- NOTHING so bad as the ducks.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec raises a finger in a questioning gesture]

Ah, but you still haven't said what a duck is. What's so bad about them?

[all7seas]

Flappy, feathery things. Quacky. Vicious. Oh, they look quite innocent, swimming about, but a duck will fly toward a man eating a sandwich and steal the hat directly off his head. Fact.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

It seems you're a favorite target of thieving animals, then?

[all7seas]

"Target"?! Captain Jack Sparrow, lad, is NOT a target! He's a pirate. Piratical.



Drink your ale, now. No more questions.

[thewoodsmansoldier]

[Corbec nodded]

Alright, no more questions. Ale is sometimes a better option anyway.

[He took a long drink from his glass.]

[all7seas]

[There can be some quiet moments of companionable drinking, then. Jack might even grudgingly push the bowl of peanuts toward this newcomer, which shows just how far he has come as a Proper Social Person since arriving in Luceti over two years before.]