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The Colony of Bath

Vana_runedottir
"Erm, thanks for the help, but should you really be going off with me to the tavern, leaving your girlfriend hugging another man, and taking her horse with you?"
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-fromENSparhawk21
Just when I was about to laugh at the little woman and give her a good game Ells jumped right on me. I was on the ground again and with a woman on top of me again.

Well how are ye too lass?

I chuckle.

I see ya are still as beautiful as before. Oh, I have been around, ya know running away from people almost gettin me head chopped off the likes. All in a good normal day.

I get back up and smile at her.

Would ya like ta go inside or would ya like to stay out here some more? Maybe even get tackled?
Vana_runedottir
"I'm sorry, Mr Hawk, I don't make a habit of tackling men like that, it was a mistake. If you would like to come back to my tavern I'll buy you a few drinks to make up for it. But come to look at you, maybe you're happy enough to stay there with Ellsbeth anyway."
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-fromENSparhawk21
I looked over to Vana who had asked me over to her tavern. I thought back to when I had a tavern too and how much fun it was.

Aye, I'll go in just a sec. I would like ta talk to Ells for just a little but in private, but I thank ye fer the offer lass.

I give her a smile and turn back to Ells.
Vana_runedottir
Vana and Greg leave Sparhawk alone with Ellsbeth, and walk off towards "Vana's Veggies'" Tavern.
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-fromENLevon
Startled, a man shielded his eyes from the morning sun blazing into his window. This man did not gloriously blink into existence, he did not bloom gracefully; this man stumbled into being like a falling coat rack onto the hard ground of his small one room shack on his tiny plot of land he called a farm. Rubbing his head hard, the man cursed the floor for not being the soft, playful meadow of his rudely interrupted dream.

"Oh yes. Here we are again," he grumbled as he surveyed his surroundings. His home may be poor and empty, his wheat field may be lonely and monotonous, but at least it was his. And he hated it. With so little to satisfy himself, the man devoured an entire piece of meat which would supply him with the necessary energy and strength for the hard day ahead. "I need a drink."

Stretching out of his door, the man found his bright wheat field staring back at him. Basically self-sustaining, his wheat field was more like a quiet, brooding tenant on his land that paid him in wheat bags and occupied most of his property. Without needing his attention at the moment, the man had the opportunity to leave his field and earn a bit of extra cash at the local gold mine. Although he did not know to what ends his toiling in the mines were for, something about unearthing stones naturally present in the ground (in order to use them for the paving of small streets), the man did what he was told and accepted his coin when presented to him. Being well versed at working in the mines gave the man more than enough strength and patience to become a wheat farmer, and he jumped at the chance to spread his wings at a new career. However, while his farm required little maintenance and supplied even less income, the man had no choice but to return to the the same mines that he thought he had escaped. "Back to gloom," he grumbled. Pulling on his loincloth, he looked forward to a wrenching day.

The mines, located in the southeast, was a haven to many lower class individuals of this provincial town. This town was called Bath, found in Somerset, wherever that may be. The man chose not to give mind to many worldly things. He preferred keeping to himself and earning his own keep. Not one to vote in a mayoral election, or gleefully parade around town, he wished he could muster the courage to join a guild or even the armed forces.

"Then I would be known. Then I could be great," the man thought for a moment, but then shook his head and continued his timid walk from home to mines, and from mines to home.

"On second thought," the man grinned, turning his path toward his favorite tavern, the Rubber Ducky. Perhaps Sir Gregarious, a kind and gracious bar tender, whom he looked to more as a wise sage, would be there to lend a friendly face. The man was glad to have the privilege of calling Sir Gregarious by the name Greg when in the tavern. If the man had a list of friends he had in town, Sir Gregarious would be at the top of the list. In fact, he was the list. Along with supplying him with drink and wisdom, Sir Gregarious intoduced the man to a vixen by the name of Vàna Rúndóttir. He excitedly looked forward to meeting again this enchantress as he approached the Rubber Ducky.

"Greetings all!" the man called with as much a booming voice he could pretend, but he found himself in an empty room. "Of course," he mumbled as he sat in solitude at a pleasantly clean bar table. The man then began ordering pint after pint of beer to relieve his currently shrieking back. Lately, he had been feeling very wretched, sorrowful even. Inhaling glass by the twos and getting terribly blitzed, the man swayed in his seat as he poured another pint down his mouth and continued his movement and slammed very ungraciously onto the floor. Cursing again that the hard floor not be his comfortable hay bed, the man vowed a vendetta against gravity. Looking up, the man spotted the always war ready visage of Sir Gregarious smiling down on him. "Greg!" the man sang.

"Hello again, my friend. A bit tipsy?"

"Well, aye, nothing but hoopla to be had! It would be no small feat to out-drink the likes of I, Sir Greg!" is what the man wanted to say, but his head swam so confusedly, he only uttered, "I've my butt in a hoop. Would it be small feet I like? Sir Jeff?" The man stammered to his feet only to find himself now face down. "Who flipped me?" he thought. Trying to lift himself out of his low situation, the man now thanked the floor for keeping him from falling down into the spinning vortex of the underworld. "Thank you floor."

"I'm glad we came to your tavern instead of mine. Poor thing looks to be in need of rest," Vàna Rúndóttir said.

"Yes he does," Sir Gregarious agreed.

Finding himself in his humble abode, the man woke to remember his aching back and his freshly sore head, to another glorious day, in the kingdom of enlightenment. And this man was called Levon Joycors Arundel. Rubbing his eyes, the man stretched and yawned, "Ah, I need a drink."
Giangio
..Giangio smiled as he saw the ravishing figure of Sierrajane opening the door and his mouth couldn't refrain from saying.."gosh..You look wonderful, Jane!!"...blushing right after for speaking his thoughts out loud....she giggled and let him in...
Giangio moved forward but unluckly tripped on the doorstep probably for the emotion and to recover his balance he threw the cake up in the air: they both stared at the flying package and as Giangio successfully reached to catch it on the fly before falling down, he stumbled over her and they both fell on the floor...."are You allright, dear???"..he asked in worry.."I couldn't be any better, darling..."..she answered with the sweetest voice a man could possibly hear; for a swift moment he closed his eyes while time stalled and all he could feel was her sweet parfume and her angel voice.....then the feeling of a soft body underneath him woke him up and only at that point he realised that he was right on top of her: he suddenly jumped back standing up and helped her up with the colour of his face ranging from pale white till dark red......."ehmm..uhmm..soorryy...didn't mean to......." he mumbled while shaking the dust off his clothes....."don't worry dear....things happen!!...would You take Your seat at the table???"....she softly said while cleaning her dress blushing also......"I guess I would be doing less damages that way..."...Giangio replied while his lips curved in a soft grin at the sight of her....
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Baron of Trowbridge
ellsbeth
Ells stood there glaring at Spar....torn between choking him and taking his arm and leading him into Greg's house and making him something to eat and taking inventory of his extremities to assure herself he was actually in one piece!

She at last did give in and called out to Greg.....


Go ahead Greg and escort that young lady to the tavern but Hurry back....Spar and I will be waiting a late dinner on you....we have MUCH to catch up on to be certain!.......and besides Thunder is not going to want to leave that stall tonight so It looks like YOU will be my escort home later since you went and made him all comfortable here...


eyes the color of the sea flashing with mirth as she turns back to continue tapping her toe...hand still firmly planted on her hip.....


Well Spar....start talking...and be quick to the good parts would ya?


The fiery haired lass took his arm and squuezed mayhaps a lil too hard just for good measure as she looked up at him and crinkled her nose once more to let him know she was still not forgiving him for letting them all think him dead....but then she kept a watchful eye upon him as she motioned for him to get comfortable in Gregs favorite rocker and she went about pulling together some semblance of a meal for the three of them to share on Greg's return.....

soon the house was filled with the smells of a warm repast and the easy going banter of old friends as Ells set the table and chatted with Spar....she set a lit candle in the window awaiting Greg and then went to curl up on the hearth to hear more of Spar's adventure as they waitied for the dinner to warm....

Gregarious
Having completed his escort duty one way, to the tavern, and having stayed for only one or three pints Gregarious sets foot to road to head back home.

So, this should be interesting. Stories of high adventure? Or days of running and hiding. I wonder what he's been up to all this time. Gregarious is lost in thought and soon finds himself outside his home a candle burning in welcome. the aroma of warm food starts him salivating before he enters the the house.

Entering and seating himself at the table he sees that Ellsbeth has taken up Meda's favourite position and Spar in his rocker. A more warm and inviting place he could not imagine.


So? Let's have it then my friend. Where have you been and do you plan on taking your life up again here?
-fromENLevon
Levon emerged from his tiny one room castle, stretching his arms high, and looked at his land with renewed vigor. It would seem his comedic display at the Rubber Ducky had given him a lighter outlook on life with a desire to explore its many possibilities.

“Good morning, Wheat,” Levon greeted his slowly growing field. The wheat stalks shifted with the wind in response. Levon winked approval and headed off toward the mines. “One must have coin to trade for pounds.”

After many arduous hours in the gold mines, which seemed mere instances, Levon decided to see the town. He had only wandered the streets for an hour before beginning to lose spirit. Seeing so many faces he did not know and having little courage to greet them, Levon’s aimless meandering started to take its toll.

Then, as he turned the corner, Levon spotted a flyer that seemed to be waving at him for attention. It was a notice calling for recruits to join the Somerset Armed Forces. Although the flyer had been posted many months before, Levon felt this was the chance he was looking for. “Finally, a way to make a name for myself,” Levon smiled with eyes wide and hurried to the enlistment office. When arrived at the recruitment table, he jotted his name as fast as he could and beamed at the officer in front of him. A one eyed, battle worn man stamped his approval and sent Levon on his way with out a word.

“Heh, that was easy enough. I wonder what rank I am…” Brushing off his doubt, Levon’s newly joined brotherhood made him feel the same enthusiasm as before. With a proud air, he made his way to the very place that caused him to have such a good mood to begin with, the taverns.

There were a number of watering holes and inviting eateries in town, such as Vana’s Veggies, whose proprietor Levon had met a couple of weeks ago. Levon mused at entering this establishment instead just to chat with Vana on last nights events. However, he hoped to brag to Sir Gregarious about his recent claim to fame in the armed forces, so he continued toward the Town Hall tavern. A wind from behind made Levon feel as if the world was giving him a pat on the back, and quickened his pace.

Upon entering the bar, Levon was not surprised to find it uninhabited. “Oh well,” he sighed planting himself at the nearest table and began conjuring himself a plate of food. “Ah, my one true love,” Levon said dreamily as he admired his handy work. After a moment of lightening fast consumption, Levon turned his meal covered face to see if anyone yet had arrived. Still, no one entered. Levon drummed his fingers on the warm wooden table and his gaze wandered over to the display of liquors across the room. “Ah, my other one true love,” Levon thought.

“I really should wait for someone to drink with. Wouldn’t want a repeat of last night.” Humming a tune he did not recall ever learning, Levon sat with his back to the door, eagerly awaiting company.
Gregarious
Well me piggies how are we today

Ladymarshmellow from Chard is in town. I have seen her in the Somerset Armed Service, but I've not met her outside of the military before. She was a most gracious and enjoyable visitor in the Rubber Ducky even if she did manage to start a fight between Sparhawk and I. I guess I will overlook the one transgression.

I have been to house Halliwell. That was uhhhm, and experience. I am curious to see how it plays out in the end as I am not sure if it is the last time I will be invited or not.

I have heard from Jill, seems she is the mayor of her new town and they are looking for millers. It is an intriguing opportunity.

Well I spotted a particularly large oak earlier today so I am off to the forest to chop me some lumber. Hopefully I will earn an honest days pay for an honest days work.

Eat my friends, grow my pets, make me proud.
Giangio
Dinner was delicious and the dim light of the candle accompanied the two lovers upstairs when they decided to finish their night together.......everything has been magical and romantic and there couldn't have been a better way to end their evening together than melting into each other...........

The day after Giangio went to the Town Hall early in the morning to take care of his mayoral duties..... he went back To Sierrajane's at noon as they decided to have lunch together....much to his surprise he saw the door open, hopped over the fence and ran inside calling for Jane......he rummaged all the little house in worry....noone inside and traces of a quick runaway.....he eventually found a note lying over the bed......."My dear Giangio, I love You more than anything and I am sorry to make You suffer, but unpredictable events related to my family have forced me to leave immediately for Scotland, don't know when and if I will be back....don't hate me....Your Love Sierrajane".......
Giangio fell on his knees holding the little piece of parchment close to his heart..wiped the tears that started streaming on his face and stood there staring outside the windows thinking...........
After a while he went outside, whistled to Fulmine who arrived shortly after and caressing his long time companion on the muzzle he whispered...."she left....but my heart feels she will come back to me...."...he jumped on the steed and slowly headed for home.......
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Baron of Trowbridge
Gregarious
It had been some time since the peerage his father had held has passed to him. Viscount of Bristol. Bristol had suffered under some of his fathers poorer decisions. But Gregarious had done what he could to rectify them. It had weakened the family monetarily, but Bristol now appeared to be ready to become a vibrant city to add to the glory of Somerset.

The family seat near Bristol he had left in the hands of care takers. He still held the pledges of the locals to supply men and arms in the case war, but he received virtually nothing else from them. This had allowed them to prosper and in turn allowed Bristol to grow.

It was no concern to Gregarious. He had not visited the family home in a long time. His home had been, for almost as long as he could remember, Bath. But he was Viscount of Bristol. That did matter to him. It had been a family honour and obligation for centuries. A Viscount needed more than the House he had created for himself in Bath. With that in mind he set out the recruit some of the expert aid he had received in building the cavalry post outside Bath. His new home would require a proper chimney to start, so the smoke would not pollute the air so strongly. And two levels would be nice. Stone on the lower and a timber top. Not a manor house, that would be a bit ostentatious for him anyway.


I'm going to need Nooks help on this. He's the only carpenter I know well in Bath anyway. I should have a small stable as well I think. Beside the sty. Maybe I'll have a small home built for the piggies as well?

Gregarious headed for the carpenters quarters hoping to find Nook.
Tweetygirl
life in Bath was returning to its normal state, tweety was up to her ear with work, but she didn't mind as then she wouldn't have time to miss anything.Napoleon was growning everyday and was eating alot now,

i need to have a welcoming party for the new citizens napoleon, a nice little get together where they can socialize and meet the persons of the town, i think that will be alot of fun, i should get to planning it
-fromENSparhawk21
Forgeting himself he looks at Ells.

Well, as soon as the war was over in Scottland I started heading back. As ye know my family was fighting to help Greg and....

I look back and forth from Ells and Greg.

Sierra. These men started to follow me out of the harbor until I made land northwest of here. As soon as I got off these men had beat me there and attacked me. I killed some of them before I ran down an alley way. I came upon some of me cousins who were in town also from the war. They dyed me hair black and took me to a doctor who could change the shape of me face by rubbing it. Anyways, I had to change the way I talked to that's why you see me go in and out of my accent sometimes. They found me every so often, but I killed them before they could report me new look. Didna want ta ruin the surprise.

I wink at them both.

All in all though that's all that happened.

I leaned back in my chair and put my feet up on the table.

So what's been happenin with y'all?
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