Orel - 23 02 2009 - Bottlebrush Meetings

Halyard Tavern: Main Room

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Halyard Tavern ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Warmly lit by torches along the walls and lanterns set upon the many tables

scattered around the room, the main room of the Halyard Tavern is an often-

populated area. One corner of the tavern is taken up by a stage, about a

foot or two higher than the rest of the floor, where live entertainment

performs, while circular tables, both large and small, are set up in front

of the stage, spreading out into the center of the room. Meanwhile, around

the perimeter of the tavern, booths are set, and, of course, the obligatory

bar rests against the far wall, a bartender or barmaid always on duty.

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Bottlebrush makes his way down the stairs and into the main room. The masked fox sits himself down on a chair and pulls out his ocarina before he sets to polishing it.

Lunch time and the Tavern is rather busy, woodlanders and the odd vermin resident of Halyard moving in and out or taking chairs at tables. One of those beasts is the ragged looking brown furred form of Orel. The villages token beggar, crazy rat. He's togged out in his usual tattered clothing and bedecked with a variety of charms, bracelets, pendants and other items of a superstitious nature for a variety of reasons. His fur is greasey and unkempt and he plops himself down opposite Bottlebrush as the fox starts to clean his Ocarina, peering through the large round stone with a hole in it that hangs around his neck. "Gud day matey."

Bottlebrush blinks and looks up when Orel plops down. The foxes visible eye blinks and he stares for a moment before he collects himself enough to look down at his ocarina again while he polishes, "Good day, there..Can I help you?"

You page, "Orel is somewhat of a seer/Oracle. Anything you might want him to see/know/predict about Bottlebrush or are you happy for me to wing it and see what drivel the rat spouts out?" to Bottlebrush.

Orel sways back and forth for a bit, his eyes glazed over as he peers through the stone, "Lost you are.. the fog and dread of an unseeing mind. Clouded in mystery and reeking of loss, pathways and doorways and steps closed to you in the dark vault of your mind... Orel sees, oh he sees some and other things are clouded. A hare will hunt you, for when you hunted over the seas. Be greeted." he slumps back in his chair and drops the stone to hang about his neck.

Bottlebrush blinkblinks at Orel and quirks his ears back, the fox looking uncomfortable as the rat goes into a trance, "Err.." He coughs and looks around a moment before he looks abck at Orel, "You ok, there?"

Orel blinks a few times, his eyes clearing. "Am fine.." he nods and holds out a paw, "Am Orel.. tis gud tae see a fox. Nae seen one since me Bo'sun went doon wid me last ship."

Bottlebrush squints his visible eye at Orel and then lightly takes his paw, "Ah..heh..Well, foxes don't see to be much for sea travel, usually.." He stows his ocarina inside his robe and twitches an ear, "What was all that stuff you just said?" His voice lowers a bit, "How did you know I have amnesia and that a hare..That others know?"

Orel picks at one of his ears, pulling free some ear wax, he sniffs it then licks it off his claws. "Mmmm oh.. ah..." he slumps back, "I see stuff... sometime." he pats at his sash and draws out a pendant, serval pieces of metal wrapped around a large tooth. He dangles it in the air watching it spin slowly, "I know... stuff. About the seeing and watching, listening and viewing.. it.. is just something I do.."

Bottlebrush makes a slight face at the earwax licking but quickly smoothes his features over while he watches Orel, "DO you remember what you said?" Last thing he needs is someone who can randomly find out who he is!

Orel sways as he watches the pendant, it appears to be a foxes tooth wrapped up in that wire mesh. "Mmm sometimes.. I remember bits n pieces.. sometimes not. I remember... you used tae sail! But tha be obvious! Ah ken see it in yer fur, yer paws." he grins, "Ye stranded ere like ah be?"

Bottlebrush's brow furrows, hidden by the porcelin mask. He then shakes his head and coughs into a paw, "No..I live inland now. I came here to see baout my past, is all."

You say, "Noice mask." he grins and looks up, peering, "Clouded... it is all clouded I cannot see... see all the way.. but ye was a mighty one.. strong n a leader." He nods and leans his head in one of his paws and watches the fox. "Wot ave ye learnt so far""

Bottlebrush adjusts his mask with amumbled 'thank you' and then frows softly before he shrugs, "Pretty much that, Orel. I was a leader at sea is all I know."

You say, "Soomethin.. ya something aboot eyes ah think." he nods and looks at the bar, "Boot tha be all ah be seeing... " he tucks he pendant away and smiles, "Ye play tha/""

Bottlebrush clears his throat and nods, quickly trying to shift the topic away from his eyes, "Aye. I can play the ocarina though it is a hobby. I am mainly a Healerfox."

Orel tilts his head and grins, "Well wot say ah get us both a tankard o grog n we kin remember tha gud ole days at sea. If'n ye be needin a place to kip in town n savin ye purse strings. Me shack be open tae a matey in need."

Bottlebrush chuckles and shrugs, "I am up for a cup of grog and thank you but I make some extra coin healing beasts, fixing hangovers, and playing my ocarina."

Orel nods his head and bellows two orders for grog which promptly is delivered by the bar staff. "Ahh ah make soom coin by doin odd jobs.. beggin, reading fortunes n plain being lucky. Moost be nice tae be a 'ealer fox.. yer searchin fger ya past?"

Bottlebrush takes one of the cups and nods, "Aye. I am trying to learn of who I was before I lost my memory. I know I sailed and I have always known healing..but that's it."

Orel sways from side to side and then quaffs his grog, spilling some of it down his throat and whiskers. "Mmm well.. wot da ya plan to do when you learn it?"

Bottlebrush shrugs and drinks a bit more gingerly, "Dunno..Figure I will find out when that day comes."

Orel sits up, bamging his tankard down and peers at the fox. "darkness stalks ye if'n ye go bnack tae wot was... beware... beware he who was your 2nd. He lurks in the shadows waiting."

Bottlebrush blinks and quirks his ears with a hmm, "Ok.."

Orel drinks some more grog and smiles, seemingly unaware of what he just said. "So.. mmm ken ye play a gud shanty fer ole Orel?"

Bottlebrush takes out his ocarina and chuckles, "Can't sing but I can play." He puts it to his muzzle and his fingers start to fly over the holes on it as he plays a merry tune.

Orel tilts his head and laughs, clapping his paws along in time to the tune happily. "Ahh matey, tha be a gud un! nae heard it in seasons."

Bottlebrush smirks and continues to play, the fox seeming to have a good set of lungs to continue for so long. Then he takes a quick breath and continues on to a different tune.

Orel jumps up at the start of the second tune and seizes one of the haremaidens serving bar and starts to jig with her. The doe looks less then impressed at dancing with the greasey rat. But after awhile she is soon laughing at the rats mad capwering and trying to copy him.

Bottlebrush keeps the tunes upbeat as he starts to improvise. They are fast and merry, b ut never too fast to dance and caper too!

Orel spins around, seizing his grog and empties it before going back to jigging around, moving around behind the fox and capering madly and happily to the tune.

Bottlebrush chuckles happily to himself which translates into a few trilling notes before he settles back into playing, his fluffy tail wagging.

Orel eyes that fluffy tail but resists the urge to yank on it cruelly. Several of the other patrons are also dancing as Orel sits on the edge of a table and starts to sing along to the tune. ""Let the codfish sing with a dingaling, an' tjhe crabs dance wid the shark! Hey ho again for the rollin' main, i'm appy as a lar!"

Bottlebrush continues to play the merry tune as Orel sings, the fox tapping a footpaw in time with the tune while his visible eye looks around the tavern.

Orel's voice isn't that bad.. a bit huksy and raw from the grog but not too awful as he sings along merrily. "Ho me first ship was a cockleshell, i painted it bright red. Away i'd judder wid me tail as a rudder far o'er the waves I sped!"

Bottlebrush finishes the tune after a minute more and lowres the ocarina to pants softly for breath.

Orel claps his claws together and grins, sliding over to the bar and returning with a small glass which he places before Bottlebrush. it is full of a thick green liquid. "Fer tha toon matey! Twas gud it was."

Bottlebrush blinks and looks at the drink couriously, "What is it?"

Orel grins, "Tis Sea-weed brandy! It be.. soom o tha strongest grog a cove ken be drinking! One small jot be enough tae last ye a week!" he grins, whiskers twitching.

Bottlebrush arches a brow and then takes a courious sip, his ears perking up.

The liquid has a strange salty after taste, but is otherwise flavourless, but it is strong, the fumes enough are enough to clear the sinusses and the liquid is loaded with enough alcohol to turn the head.

Bottlebrush coughs and puts the cup down to thump at his chest a moment while he hacks and gags. He quickly calms down and clears his throat, "Whoo! A bit strong for me!"

Orel leans forwards on the table, "Nae.. finish it! Tha stuff be gud fer ye! Put a real buzz in yer mind."

Bottlebrush coughs again and shakes his head with a chuckle, "I drink that and I will be out on my back!"

Orel grins, a wicked smirk, "So? Mayhaps it'd be fun, who ken be tellin."

In a room page-pose, Bottlebrush apologizes and needs to slip off for now. He will try to be back later. DInner calls!

( Bottlebrush having suited his words and fallen flat on his back asleep from the heavy drink. Orel has retired to a corner where he is tearing a sea bird apart and messily stuffing his muzzle in a large bowl of stew, slurping it up without bothering with a spoon. )

Victor comes in looking...rather tired. The Rat gets some rum and plops himself down across from Orel. "Ello" he says.

Orel looks up and grins, "Victor." he slurrrs, "Ye look doon in, urp late last night?" he hiccups and reaches for his drink, pushing the glass bottle full of Seaweed brandy over towards Victor. Looks like it is going to be a very long, very inebriated night for Orel, which he is likely to regret come morning.