Mosh

"Mosh" is the fourth episode of the Drakonite roleplay. In it, the characters Daw and Barry are introduced,

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 ~MOSH~  When Stockdale and Miles arrived at the capital, they were brought to the citadel for questions about failure to report in, the attack, and such..  Which basically meant drinking a cup of tea with the garrison commander there, because the attack pretty much excused all your behaviour.  The tea tasted nice.  You're making your way outside the citadel when you see a figure waving at you.. Barry waves at Stockdale and Miles, and gestures them to come to him. Miles: (whispering to Stockdale) Sir...? Barry is wearing faction armor and seems to have a familiar face to Stockdale... Stockdale: (whispers back) what? Miles: That man seems to desire our attention...what do we do? Stockdale: we go there and speak to him. Miles slowly moves towards Barry with Stockdale. Barry is smiling broadly at the two. Barry: Hey man, long time no see! Barry steps up to Stockdale and extends his hand for a handshake. ''' Stockdale remembers.. Barry was his swordsmanship trainer back in the early days!'''  Miles doesn't know, as he was following marksmanship trainings instead... Barry is still extending his hand.. Stockdale: Barry you have changed so much Stockdale shakes hands Miles looks on with confusion, trying to remain formal. Barry shakes it firmly.. Barry: Not sure if I should take that as a compliment, haha! Barry: ..And who's this fellow you've brought with you? Miles straightens up a little. Barry also extends his hand to Miles as well. Barry: Name's Barry! '''Miles: Private crossbowman Miles. Pleased to make your acquaintance!''' Miles gently shakes Barry's hand. Barry: Eh, formal eh? Barry chuckles lightly. Barry: It's not like I'm gonna slap you or anything... Barry: Oh, right! Miles smiles a little, tensely. Barry: I was planning to go to the tavern with Danny tonight, but he couldn't join me. Barry: ..He kinda fell off the walls. '''Barry: And I don't feel like going alone, so.. uhm..''' Barry: I'd like to (looks at Miles) formally (looks back) invite you to have a drink! Barry: Watcha say, hmm? Barry: Say, as a goodbye party before we all leave tomorrow! Stockdale: yes we would like to. ''' Leave tomorrow? You know nothing about that!''' Barry: Wouldn't expect anything else, right? Miles nods slowly, casting a quick look at Stockdale.  You all three walk up- and into a nearby tavern..  There's a small table where exactly three people fit..  Seems you're lucky! Barry: Ah, seems we're lucky! Stockdale: Oh my, what a coincidence... Barry: Make yourselves at home, I'm getting the first round. Barry winks at you. Barry leaves for the bar.. Barry returns with thee giant mugs of lager. Stockdale: (muttering to Miles) ...exactly three chairs available. Barry: They're really cheap here! Miles: Oh...  When you look closer, there's actually an almost empty table way in back, with only one person occupying it.. Miles is gazing towards the back. ''' The person is wearing expensive armor and... seems to be crying?''' Barry: Woah, who's that poor fellow?  When the person picks up their mug to take a sip, you recognize her as Maria! '''Barry: ..hhhhh.. you come to tavern like this to have some fun, and then you see people like this..''' '''Barry: ..It's.. really sad actually.''' Stockdale: ...Maria? Stockdale: What's her business in here? '''Miles: She... she fixed your knee back at the capital, sir.''' Barry: ..wait, is that the royal guard lady? Barry looks at you two. '''Barry: Any one of you good with .. well.. sad people?''' Miles: She's no "royal guard lady," she's a kind professional. '''Barry: Oh, well.. I've only seen 'er face walkin in and out the citadel's doors so I guess I don't have the right to speak...''' Barry looks at Miles '''Barry: Maybe you could.. I don't know.. talk to her?''' Miles looks at Stockdale for approval for a moment, but quickly looks back at Barry nervously. Miles: I mean...if you wish. Barry nods thankfully. Stockdale: I agree. Stockdale: You shall talk to her, as she has been kind to us! Miles: Yes sir!  Go for it.. Miles bites his lip and makes carefully makes his way to Maria's table. Maria hears your footsteps.. Maria: If you're one of those greasefaces again trying to court me I'm gonna kick you out the door... Maria hasn't seen you yet.. Miles: Um... '''Miles: Don't kick me, please ... ma'am.''' Maria looks up at Miles '''Maria: O-Oh.. Miles!''' Miles smiles akwardly. '''Maria: I... I'm so sorry for that..''' Miles: Apology accepted.  There's empty seats all around her.. Maria: ..so.. Maria: ..why are you here? Miles looks over the empty seats. Miles: I noticed you, um... Miles takes a seat. Maria doesn't seem to mind.. Miles: Are you well? Miles: I was w-wondering. Maria: ..of course bloody not.. Maria: .. '''Miles: Ah... yeah.''' Miles: I wanted to offer some consolation. Maria: I-It's just.. '''Maria: I-it's kind of..  Maria sighes''' Maria: Promise not to tell anyone? Miles: Of course... '''Maria: Seriously, even Martin doesn't know.. please keep it private..''' Miles: I am a private, am I not? Maria ignores the awful joke.. Miles bites his lip. Maria removes her left gauntlet..  There seem to be burn marks all over her wrist, forming a pattern of two opposed faces...  The figure is so perfect, the burn couln't possible have been an accident.. Miles 's eyes widen. Maria: You know what this means? '''Miles: Negat-- I... no, I don't.''' '''Maria I.. I used to know the Redrover warlock.. very well.''' '''Maria: ..I've ... visited the nether.''' Maria: ..Quite a lot.. '''Miles: That's.. awful unfortunate...''' '''Maria: I swore allegiance to Theiresia.. completed her trials..''' Maria looks straight down. Maria: I'm one of her champions. Maria: That's what it means. Miles slowly moves his hand to rest on her shoulder (armor?). '''Maria: ..this afternoon, she asked something of me.. I-I just..''' Maria: .. Maria: ..can't.. Maria looks Miles in the eyes. Maria: ..she asked me to assassinate Martin, Miles. Miles 's eyes widen. Miles: You wouldn't... Maria is visibly crying.. Maria: Of course I wouldn't! Miles carefully moves his other hand to be holding both of her shoulders, offering to pull in for a hug akwardly. '''Maria: ..I'm being a douche to you and Stockdale, I've.. left Vikh to die back at the Redrovers, and fails the very goddess I swore allegiance to..''' Maria accepts the hug. Miles: That can be forgiven. Maria: ..T..-Thank you for being here.. Maria suddently retracts from the hug. Miles: ... Maria looks around alertly. Maria: ..did anyone see that? Maria puts back her gauntlet. Maria: ...I..gotta go. Maria: They can't see me here.. Miles: That's alright. Maria stands up, preparing to leave. Miles: Wait. Maria looks at Miles. Maria: Hmm? Miles: I'm...always here. Miles: If you need. Miles: Yeah. Maria looks Miles in the eyes. Maria: ..Hey.. '''Maria: ..really. thanks.''' Maria smiles faintly. Miles flushes a light pink Miles smiles back. Maria quickly hurries outside.  ---   Barry and Stockdale watch as Miles walks up to the crying Maria. Barry: Think he'll manage it? Host: Lumos is joining the adventure! Lumos joined the party with status Alive '''Stockdale: He's one of my best crossbowmen. He'll do anything you tell 'im to!''' Stockdale: I'm sure he'll manage somehow. Barry: ...that's very great to hear, Barry: We're gonna need the royal guard much.  You see an unknow fellow walking up to your table.. Stockdale: To gain her trust would be ideal-- Stockdale looks at the stranger. Host: Daw is joining the adventure! Daw joined the party with status Alive Daw: Hey y'awl fokes! Daw: This seat taken? '''Stockdale: Depends. Do you need something?''' Daw gestures towards Miles' seat. Daw sits down at Miles' seat. Daw: Don't we all, lad! '''Barry: Uh.. that seat IS kinda taken..''' Daw: ..shuttup, will ya. Daw: I'm talking to him. Daw points at Stockdale. Barry looks awkwardly at Stockdale, shrugging his shoulders. Stockdale: Like you said, Barry, some people ruin the fun. Stockdale looks at Daw questionably. '''Daw: Ah! And we wouldn't want that!''' '''Stockdale: Whatever. You can stay here a bit.''' Daw: Now would we! Stockdale: We would not! Daw: You know, I'm sorta the representative from the lads over there! Daw points at a table somewhat closer to the bar.  It's filled with greasefaces..  They wave at Daw. Daw: ..And we're kinda outta juice! Stockdale: Juice? '''Daw: Ya know.. this tavern's not cheap and we're all out!''' Daw: Thought.. Daw: Maybe you could help us out, yaknow? Stockdale: You thought now, hm? Stockdale relaxes, leaning back in his chair. Barry: Maybe you oughta leave?> Daw: I SAID SHUTTUP! Barry looks frustrated. Stockdale: You also said you thought. Stockdale: Let me tell you, you thought wrong. Daw: And I thought I was approaching a table with NICE people. Daw spits in Stockdale's drink. Daw: Now you're gonna have to get new ones anyways. Stockdale: Leave that seat for someone who isn't a beggar. Daw: WELL DON'T WE HAVE A BIG MOUTH HERE, BOY. Daw chuckles loudly. Stockdale: We have two big mouthes here, child. '''Stockdale: (spectator) mouths? mouthes?''' Stockdale: (spectator) multiple mouth Barry looks kind of scared at Daw.. Daw: I got eight over there! Daw waves over at the table with greasefaces. Daw: So what's it gonna be, huh? Stockdale looks at Barry for a second. Daw: You gonna be a nice guy or act like the sack of shit you look like? '''Barry: Stockdale.. maybe ..''' Barry: I don't know, they are with a bunch.. Stockdale: You really think I'd ruin the fun here? Daw flicks Stockdale's mug off the table.. Daw: WHOOPS. Stockdale looks at him calmly. Daw: You're doing for us, kid. Stockdale: How much money do you think a sack of shit like me carries? Stockdale smiles. Daw: Well, apparently not that much, eh? Daw: Fucking pleb. Stockdale: You got that right. Stockdale: My apologies. Daw grabs Barry's beer and takes a sip. Barry: HEY! Daw: Back off, lad. Stockdale: Come on, it's fine. Barry tries to grab it back but Daw holds it tightly. Stockdale looks back at Miles for a second as if to check on him, but looks back with a stern look. Stockdale: I said it's fine. Daw throws the rest of the beer in Stockdale's face. Daw: Whoops! Daw: SORRY. Stockdale: Apology accepted. Daw is seemingly frustrated. Daw: (softly) what does it take to fucking punch me? Daw: Thought you were supposed to be good'at fighting. Stockdale: It takes an awful lack of maturity. Daw kicks Stockdale's chair from under him. Daw: WHOOPSIES! Barry: Yeesh, fucking cut it! Barry stands up! Stockdale catches himself, standing back up. Stockdale: Barry, please. Daw: You're fucking clumsy, shitface. Stockdale: I s'pose I am. Barry: You- You're just gonna let him do this? Daw smiles. Stockdale: Of course! Stockdale: I didn't think there'd be entertainment here. Stockdale: Great deal, right? Daw stands up. Daw: There's not fucking entertainment here. Daw: No punches being thrown. Daw: No fucking lager. Daw: No. Fucking Music. Stockdale: How could I forget music? Daw: We bards' boys are gonna change that, lad. Daw looks back at the table behind him. Stockdale: You guys ought to know a good tune, right? Daw grins. Daw: You fucking bet. Daw: LET'S HEAR SOME FUCKING SOUND, LADS! Daw grabs Stockdale and throws him into the tavern hallway. Daw: What you gonna do now, huh? Daw: Apologize again! Stockdale gets up, brushing himself off.  People seem to gather in a circle around you.. ''' Barry is among them.. apparently kinda trembling in fear..''' Daw walks up to Stockdale. Daw: HIT ME. Stockdale looks at Barry for a second, seemingly disappointed in him. Stockdale: You didn't ask nicely. Stockdale: Maybe "Please hit me, good man?"" Daw punches Stockdale in the face. Daw: DIBBS! Stockdale laughs as he quickly recovers from the hit. Daw: Can I have next one as well? Stockdale: I should've seen that coming. Daw: PLEEEAAASE? Daw casually walks up to Stockdale. Daw: Yeesh, you military folks are worth nothing. Stockdale: Well, because you asked...I'll have to decline. Daw smiles. Stockdale: Thank you. Daw throws another punch at Stockdale. Daw: Too late, lad. Stockdale dodges this time. Daw: Damn! Stockdale trips Daw in an almost accidental-looking manner. Daw: Shit fuck! Stockdale: Damn is right! Tie your shoes, pal. Stockdale steps back from Daw. Daw stands up. Daw: A--haaaah! Daw: Good one! Daw chuckles. Stockdale: Glad to see you're having fun now.  you hear from the audience: "FUCKING SLAM HIM INTO A COMA OR SOMETHING."  Who're they cheering for? Daw walks up to Stockdale. Stockdale seems to be getting impatient, glancing back at Miles. Stockdale: Tough crowd, huh.  Maria's nowhere to be seen, and you see Miles walking back from the table, apparently concerned what's going on. Daw: WRAAGH! Stockdale slips away, nearing the edge of the crowd Miles is approaching. Daw: Fucker! Stockdale: I'd love to stay, but... Stockdale: We have very important business. Daw: You coward peace of shit! Stockdale: Maybe I'll treat you sometime? Stockdale is ignoring Daw at this point, but has an annoyed expression. Stockdale: Good day. Stockdale nudges Miles and heads for the exit. Daw: ...Yeesh, I hope the rest of the fellas protecting this town aren't wusses like you.. Stockdale turns back. Stockdale: I hope we aren't protecting folks like you... Stockdale continues out the door with Miles, unintentionally leaving Barry behind.  you leave the tavern behind you, hearing jeering at you from behind.. ''' You've effectively avoided the fight.. partially.''' Barry: ..guys! Barry hurrries from the exit, trying to catch up with you. Barry: ..that was screwed up! Stockdale: Screwed up? Miles: W...what happened? Miles: That man seemed awful fed-up. Barry: One of those fricking bard people.. Barry: It's always them.. Barry waits for Stockdale to say something. Stockdale: Just a hooligan. Barry: ..ghhh Barry: Don't know about you guys, but I'm a catch some sleep.. Stockdale: Yea, I'm sure you need it. Barry: ..yeah. Barry: We all gotta get up tomorrow, remember? Barry: That is, early. Stockdale: Surely. Barry: Wouldn't want to miss the caravan. Miles looks at Stockdale again, as if saying, "caravan?" Stockdale: Understood! Stockdale: Have a good night. Barry starts walking away.  If you want to know what he's been talking about, you should ask now..  Apparently the military's supposed to do something tomorrow! Stockdale: Wait-- Barry: ..huh? Barry turns around. Stockdale: Miles doesn't know about the details of this operation tomorrow. Stockdale: Care to give him an idea? '''Barry: Uhh.. sure.''' Miles nods and looks at Barry. Barry: But I thought you were supposed to be briefed when you reported in last time.. Miles: I'm...er, forgetful. Miles: Just a tad. '''Barry: We're rallying for the lines tomorrow, leaving a fourth in the city... Which you (points at Stockdale) are not part of.''' Barry: King's also supposed to go, but how's obviously confidential and such, blah blah blah. Barry: Basically, we're gonna kick those freaking redasses. Barry grins. Stockdale: Got it, Miles? '''Barry: That's uhh.. at market square at seven.''' Miles: Y-Yes sir. Miles: Thank you. Barry: ..please don't call me sir. Miles: Oh, my apologies. Miles: ..."Ok, man." Barry: ..whatever.. Miles: "Gotcha..." Barry: Cya at sunrise, chaps. Barry leaves for home. Miles: ...Have a good night, pal. Stockdale: See you tomorrow.  You both settle in for the night as well..  It's quite a late notice for something like that!  Sleep well.  : EPISODE END