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 Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 2:28 pm
Well Rak would be plenty amazed to see the blade, but he was so far down the liquor river he didn't show that much sign of excitement. "Ah, I ain't got much of anything special. Them bitches that rule the roost..." He stopped really quickly, then a smile struck from ear to ear. "I really shouldn't say things like that. Its a good way to be fed to the goddess is it not!"
After a few more sips of his ale he continued. "Well the ones who run my house, are all but willing to share anything at all. I have some old brandish blades pulled off some poor chap's corpse. A sad thing really... to be using the blades from someone who trusted their lives into them... Bad luck if you ask me. But a sword with blood on it is better than no sword I say! Am I right!"
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Posted: Sun Aug 31, 2008 9:20 pm
Eh...this guy was so far drunk already that subtly was about as useful as a spoon against a rock wall. Micarreth tapped a finger against his mug as he listened to Rak curse out his sisters, or so Micarreth assumed they were.
"Oh yes, I do agree with that. Best to keep our voices hushed." Micarreth didn't want to bring down any damn females wrath at a misplaced comment on his current drinking partners part. There would be far too much trouble in that. Micarreth was looking forwards to a different sort of trouble as it was...
"I do agree. It is far better to have a blade with anothers blood on it then to find your blood on someone elses. Though it sounds like your House simply does not provide for you well my friend." Micarreth took a slow sip of his ale, then forced a cheerful smile upon his lips. "You know...My House doesn't have any females in it other then the Matron to worry about. If you came and worked for me I could give you a better place. Better weapons...better food...and a lot more good ale. Plus maybe a servant girl or two for your bed now and then..."
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 5:18 am
Rak looked up through his groggy ale filled eyes. An offer? An offer that didn't appear to have any string attached. Should Rak take it up? Servant girls... they would let him take charge of them, better than the girls he had in his own house. They treated him like a rag, tossing him to and fro for their own pleasure, when and how it pleased them.
Better weapons, that had a much better offer for him. His weapons were ok, if he was a young drow learning how to use them. But that he was not. He was old enough to wield something much more dangerous. Food was always good. And better ale. Swords, women and ale... "Swords, women and ale! Who would not turn down such an offer. Oh but wait! Would this not... bring war among our houses? They may not care for me... but I am their property still! A rich man may care less about a dingy rag, but its their dingy rag. Steal it... and they shalt still surely kill you for doing so. Im afraid my life seems more... secure in my house." If Rak had been sober he would not have cared. If this male could offer him such a house... surely they could defend his own life. And for a matron to be one of the only females of a house, she had to be powerful to stop revolts against her house. But Raks mind was tainted with liquor and he was unable to think.
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 6:28 pm
Micarreth could see the wheels turrning. Groggily as they could. Or perhaps all he really saw was a flash of greed. What drow did not want a better station in life after all? It seemed the drow was not too ale soaked however. he seemed to be able to think clear enough when it came to preserving his own black hide. Micarreth actually believed that was a good sign.
"Let me worry about your House and it's selfishness. Everything has a price after all doesn't it? I'll spin a tale of some sort of offence you paid to me, and offer them a nice sum of gold for the privlidge of being able to take my satisfaction out on you. Once the gold changes hands and they agree to let me have you, well...I can change my mind if I want eh?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 6:52 pm
The plan seemed fair enough. But then it could also get dirty. Rak was being... bought. It could easily turn ugly for him if he was no careful. He thought about it, or rather wanted to, pretended to, but before he could even start to think, his hand shot out to shake the hand of the one making the offer. To seal the pack, for what little honor drow had.
"Yes that seems as though it should work." He started to loose his footing on the stool but he caught himself. "I do believe I know my limit... and I think I long ago drank way past that limit... Perhaps I should not finish this... mug."
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 7:20 pm
Micarreth practically snatched up the offered hand and squeezed it firmly. He hadn't gotten him completely yet. There was still the matter of sending the notice and meeting with someone to arrange his purchase. Mica was certain that wouldn't be too hard to manage. Oh! He was practically buzzing with self satisfaction.
"Done then. Welcome to House Barrith Rak. We'll see about getting you a crest as well..eh..." Rak's admission of being far over his limit convinced Micarreth that any details they went over right now would probably be lost in a alcoholic blurr.
"Hmmm. What a good idea. Finish up that mug and...you know...I know of a bed I can take you to to sleep it off. How do you feel about sharing sheets with a ...slender...soft skinned...long haired... delicate parther?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 5:01 am
Rak's eyes seem to glisten at the thought of sharing a bed with such a beautiful woman. The description was turning him on alone. "Oh that would be wonderful! And this "panther" will be there when I wake so I will remember the face when I wake?" When you sleep with another and don't remember their face... well it can create problems later. Rak had only gone... all the way a few times, and one of these times that was exactly what happened. It was probably why his house hated him so much.
"I am glad I bumped into you today. Rak... Rak of Barrith. It has a nice ring to it does it not! And tomorrow I can trade in these children toys?" He patted at his waist where his two swords were. The blades were living on their life breathe. Perhaps that was what Rak wanted, far more than to share a bed with another.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 7:17 pm
"Oh yes. I can garuntee that." Micarreth flashed Rak quite the wide smile. It was a horrible trick to play on his new hireling. But hey! Mica had come seeking fun tonight, and he'd certainly found it! Besides, this would be a great laugh at his brothers expense too. It wasn't like he'd have to worry much either. Heh, this would be all part of his attempt to purchase Rak from his family. He'd state that the drunken fool took advantage of a family member. He wouldn't mention the family member was male, and let them draw their own conclusions. Surely that would make it all the easier to gt them to accept his purchase of this other drow.
"Oh, and I am quite pleased to have met you Rak. Yes, tomorrow after you waken and perhaps refresh yourself we'll pay a visit to the armory and fit you with some weapons that are more suited to you. Come..." Mica slipped off his stool and gestured for Rak to rise and follow him.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 11:51 am
Rak stood and did follow, rather drunkenly, trying his best to little avail to walk properly. There was a day when Rak would have been able to drink much more, but that day had come and gone when the previous Matron of his house died of "natural" causes. The new Matron didn't like Rak at all... for what ever reason she had.
"I must say Im getting rather excited to see these... this armory! Yes thats the word. Armory... arm...ory." Rak stopped and just stared forward, blinking absent mindedly before continuing again.
"I think you gave me way to much to drink... not that Im not grateful... I just need to learn to say no... Im sure a nice man as yourself would not find offense to it."
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 1:37 pm
Good. With Rak being so damn drunk it was possible that he may not even remember everything that happened tonight. That meant Mica could tell him anything he wanted later. That would be...most enjoyable.
With Rak's obvious trouble standing, mica reached out to give the other drow a steady shoulder to lean on. "Come on now. Out we go." He cheerfully spoke as he attempted to take control of Rak's steps and lead him towards the door.
"House Barrith's armory is very impressive. We have weapons from all over the underdark. We even have magical ones. If you serve me well I might be gracious enough to give you one of those." Not that the drunk Rak would probably remember that promise...
"Ah, there is no such thing as too much Drink Rak. Let's get you to that bed though. You seem about ready for it."
He did not doubt he'd have no trouble getting Rak into the street, or to his home. he was actually counting on the drunken fool to let him lead him there willingly.
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