prologue ♔ now my hands are overfull of things i'd like to give

[ironsides]

WHO || Dovan Ironsides, Andrea Anderson [Closed]
WHAT || Tavern shenanigans
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || Wed, Feb 8th
HOW || Actionspam

[Sometimes a dwarf needed the kind of good solid dwarven ale that they only served at a real Shadowkind bar, no matter how much the Knights tried to keep the good stuff on tap. Tonight is one of those nights, congratulating himself on the completion of a mission well done, and Dovan's taken himself out to the big city, to a little tucked away tavern that he considers a less-than-guilty pleasure. Guilt and drinking didn't really go hand in hand for his kind, after all.

Usually the place is rowdy and raucous at almost all hours, but tonight's something else entirely. The whole place is mid-song, cheering and pounding glasses on tables as they seem to all be craning their necks to try and see something going on closer to the bar itself. No one even really notices him enter and so his boistrous "MY LADS!" upon arrival is entirely ignored. He casts a curious eye over that way, waddling his way forward to try and see through gaps between bodies]

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[piratitude]

[Andrea grinned, her arm shaking with effort as she bore down against the grip of the man across the table from her. The crowd roared as they teetered in the center, the wood creaking slightly under their elbows.

Then something gives. She arches a brow, takes a breath, and quite suddenly there is a loud SLAM as their fists hid the table, making the empty shot glasses scattered on it clatter, of which there were far more of on the opposite side of her.

The crowd cheered again as her opponent tossed back a shot and slammed it down on to the table before tottering away.]

Come on, boys, I'm getting thirsty!

[ironsides]

[No one let out a more ringing guffaw than Dovan at the sight, and he held up a gloved hand towards the barkeeper, still laughing as he loudly yells:] Someone send the lass a drink! I think she's earned it.

[piratitude]

[Andrea turns to look in his direction and immediately grins like he was a long lost friend]

Elminster's cock, at last something familiar in this damned world!

[ironsides]

Ho, ho! [He laughs heartily at that too] And a mouth like a sailor, at that. [He pushes his way a little closer, peering at her] I don't think I know ye, do I? [He scratches his head, obviously feeling bad if she really does remember him, and he doesn't remember HER.]

[piratitude]

I'd back a damned poor sailor if I didn't. [She leaned back in her chair and crooked an arm over the back of it]

I don't think so. You wanna change that?

[ironsides]

[He looks around for a second, before taking the chair someone just vacated. He does need to sort of jump up to make it into the seat, but that doesn't seem to bother him] Dovan Ironsides. And you must be new in town.

[piratitude]

On the nose. [She mimes that statement with a wink] I don't suppose you'd be kind enough to tell me where that is, exactly? Last thing I remember is sailing through a fog back that must of came straight out of Hell's ass for all that it appeared out of nowhere, and then suddenly here and am, nearly getting run down by some kind of...[He gestures wildly, trying to find a way to articulate something that strange]...I don't know...like an armored wagon.

[ironsides]

[And he looks surprised, then smiles widely] Newer than I thought!

I'm afraid you've run aground of some powerful magic, lass. You're in a different world now - a different plane even. That damn mist does it to the best of us, an' I'd be lyin' if I said there's a one of us has found a way back yet.

Yer in a country called England, and a mighty city known as London.

[piratitude]

A different plane... [She frowns. Oh,she knows there are other planes. She even has the thought that she's been to a few herself, but when she tries to remember which ones...there's nothing there. Nor quite a bit of what happened to her the last three or four years]

And you're sayin' I'm stuck here?

[ironsides]

That's the short of it. [He looks empathetic about the fact, at least] S'not as bad as all that though! It's a good world to be in.

[piratitude]

[If she was anyone else there'd be a dwarf joke right there]

Minus the hazards of crossing the fucking street, I hope. [There's a bemused smile on her face when she says that, though]

At least you still have ale...

[Speaking of which, the bartender shows up with that drink he ordered for her about now, which she takes with a grin]

[ironsides]

Ye get used to the dangers, same as anywhere. Most of it's wrappin' your head around that they call their technologies.

[piratitude]

[She leans forward again, wrapping a hand around the cool glass, tilting her head questioningly] What do you mean?

[ironsides]

[He seems to think of where he can find an example before realizing something, and digging out... his Knights' fancy cell phone] Er, take this for instance! [He slides it over] Try touching the top bit there.

[piratitude]

[Andrea picks up the phone with a curious frown on her face and delicately presses a fingertip to it]

[ironsides]

[The screen comes to life with the time and all those apps and bright colors o___o ]

I can talk to people all off in another country through that little box! Amazing, innit?

[piratitude]

[Shiiiiiiiiiny]

Most of the wizards I've ever met would be shittin' themselves in envy, I bet.

[ironsides]

Some of the wizards around here have found ways to actually travel through these darn things. Dunno how they worked that one out, but magic was never me strong point.

[piratitude]

Mine either, but in my experience wizards find ways to most things if you let 'em. Not that I can complain, seeing as how they make me better at my job.

[ironsides]

An' what kind of job might that be?

[piratitude]

Well, I was privateer for awhile, but after I got my own berth I started with ah...I guess you could call it 'magical antiquities recovery' [She smirked]

[ironsides]

[He gives a hearty laugh at that] Well, if that isn't a new way of saying it!

[piratitude]

Sounds good on the tongue, right? And not as reputable as 'arifact hunting'. Well, not that reputable is really a concern. [She shrugs, smiling]

[ironsides]

Going to have to start from scratch here, though. No ship lyin' in wait.

[piratitude]

[She glances at the door] Yeah. Kinda figured. You, uh, wouldn't know where a girl can get work around here, would you?

[ironsides]

Lotsa places willing to help a Shadow Worlder find a place. I could direct ye to any of 'em.

[He considers her for a moment, before adding, gesturing with his mug] 'Less you're looking for somethin' a little more outta the ordinary: high adventure, that kinda thing. In which case, I might be able to help ye out too!

[piratitude]

[She raises a brow and leans forward, her hands clasped around her mug on the table] I'm listenin'.

[ironsides]

Can't say too much here. [He leans forward as well, the tips of his beard soaking into his mug as he does so] Group I'm with is secret from most people. But we help those of us like you and I, from the other world, keep outta trouble in this one. And protect these people from things they've never seen an' dealt with before.

[piratitude]

[Sounded like most commoners to her, but maybe there was a special kind of naivete in this world] Sounds like something I could get behind...if you feel like tellin' me more, that is...

[ironsides]

I could do ye better than that! I can show ye.

[piratitude]

[Andrea raises her brows, but smiles] Sounds like a plan.

[ironsides]

Well what are we waitin' around with this ugly lot fer, then? Let's go. [ He slaps his hand on the table, then... finishes draining his beer, before hopping down off his stool. ]