Quinten Log 10 - 24 09 2005

Salamandastron: Tavern Cellar

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The cellar is cold and damp, with rows of large wooden kegs lining the side

of one wall. They are kept in place by straps, streching across the large

barrels, each barrel has initials marked upon it, showing information about

what each keg contains. SB, CHR, EW and many other different initials are

marked on them, showing the different types of drink available, supplying

the mountain, supplimenting the basic spring water. The dark stone of the

mountain's rock is ill lit, with only a small lantern by the entrance

steps. Some sacks rest against the walls in the corner of the room,

probably filled with various ingredients for making the alcoholic drinks

that are served in the recrational room upstairs.

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                 Visible Exits:

[Back] to the Caverns

With:

[IC] Fighter runt, I mean recruit. (Terrance)

[DYN] Neville the part time Barhare

[DYN] Eccentric & Old (Earblade)

[DYN] Not just any hare, (Darklett)'s a Long Patrol Lieutenant!

Darklett looks a little disappointed, but not surprised, as he hears his idea was already taken. "Maybe another fruit besides the one you used for that one? Berries, maybe. Just throwing stuff out there, really..." The lieutenant murmurs into his mug, sipping at the surface of the light ale, and swallowing. "I'd imagine there's only so much you can do with ale once you start doing it well."

Terrance walks into the cavern, glancing about hesitantly at the room. He spots the trio and steps farther in to get a look at them and then spots Earblade's rank insignia and figures that's who he's looking for. The recruit walks within a few feet of the group and then waits, paws clasped behind his back.

Quinten the door opens and Quinten walks in, looking lost and haressed again, ears flicking from side to side as he looks about, trying to work out where the hell he is now.

Coughs and splutters issue from the old Colonel at Darklet's latest statement, "Only so much y'can do with it?" he asks with exaggerated shock, "Ale is one of the true tests of a brewer's creativity, the subtle addition can create a world of difference for the true ale lover" he states, twirling a paw in the air to add to the drama of the statement. He pauses and looks towards the new entrant to the cellar, "Ah, a younger, fresher perspective to add to the the mix" he says with a grin.

News of the younger new entrant causes Neville to turn and peer suspiciously at the recruit, "Ah, another one eh? Let me guess, your recruit friends dared you to pilfer some of my stock eh?" he accuses with a frown, stepping protectively in front of the barrels of freshly brewed and brewing ales and raises an eyebrow, "Come on then, lets be having it, what brings you to my cellar?"

Cue the pitter-patter of not so tiny feet. Rothal, still-healing broken nose and all, has appeared at the doorway shortly after Quinten entered. In the process of heading for the boxing chamber to spectate, all the stuff happening over here as attracted his ever-wondering attention. Hence, he has decided to honor whoever may be inside with his presence.

Quinten hears the voices and heads deeper into the cellar, he peers around a barrel and sighs in relief, other hares thank heavens for that, he pads out and into the lantern light and stops just behind Terrance, eyes going wide as he notices the rank of the other hares.

Terrance looks towards Neville as he's noticed and stammers a little at first, "What? Uh, no sah. Not a bet sah. I was told ta report to Col. Earblade, I've been assigned ta shadow 'im." Well since he's said that's what he's going to do, might as well do. He turns to

Earblade and comes to attention, giving a salute, "Fightah Recruit Terrance reportin' as ordered sah."

Neville stops in open-mouthed silence for a lengthy time after Terrance's introduction. An eyebrow slowly twitches upwards and stops in a quizzical expression and stays like that until a slow gurgling noise is emitted by the stricken barhare. The gurgle grows until its true form is revealed: true, hysterical mirth. The barhare bends double as the laughs rack his frame, he slaps his thigh once or twice to try and gain control of his composure,

"Shadow... Ear?" he asks, gasping for breath before simply resting his head on his arms, occasionally twitching as he suppresses another laugh.

Earblade grins, "Aaaah right, the recruit initiative Zoe mentioned, that rings a definite bell. Well then" he says, pushing the blanket covering his legs to one side and slowly standing, holding a paw to his back as he slowly reaches his full up-right status. He sharps brings his feet together and salutes smartly, trying to ignore the hysterical barhare as he does so, though a wry grin betrays his own mirth. "I'm Colonel Earblade, as you've noticed. Mostly retired these days though, except for the officer classes and whatnot. Even so, I'm the only senior officer that can teach ya the ins and outs of the fighter's profession so I'll do m'best to guide you and whatnot" He extends a paw to

Terrance and grins, "Welcome aboard"

Rothal doesn't seem to be at all bothered by the 'prestigious' amounts of officership that seem to be floating about down here. Ignoring the conversation for the moment, he heads in Darklett's direction, finding a spot at the wall beside him. "Hey, Dark."

Terrance room-pages, "Really? That was pretty short compared to what I've seen you do before".

Darklett is a peculiarly dark-furred hare of average height and average build for his species. His amber eyes complement his odd dark grey and deep black fur color. He usually speaks with a low bass tone of voice, though booming it is not... It's as if as it got deeper, it still retained the youthful rasp of adolescence. His face is one of a beast who has fought for what he is, his features proud and solid, but not necessarily grim or serious. It is also noticeable that he walks with a very slight limp, favoring his left leg.

Quinten shuffles his foot paws and looks awkward "Well see Sir, i was enjoying me free time, trying to learn the lay out of the place and wound up down here, wandering about again, i just keep getting turned around see."

Darklett nods, smiling understandably. "Well hey... At least you know you're down, and you need to get back -up.-" The lieutenant winks at the recruit, before taking another sip. "It'll take time to figure out the mountain. You'll get used to it soon enough. Now, you're down here in the cellar... If you walk out of the cellar and make a left turn, you'll get back upstairs, right turn is more chambers, like the boxing room, and the archery range... Down further into the caverns you'll get to where the holding cells are."

Earblade shoots a dark look at Neville, "Say there Neville, isn't it about time you checked on your bar? You know the part timers you have never really take the care to clean up the bar properly. Might not even be able to see your face in it" he says with mock severity, putting the not-so subtle message across for the hare to leave. He then grins and looks back to Terrance, "Don't mind Nev, he's not one of us military types, doesn't quite know when the situation requires a slight bit of tact" he explains, glancing meaningfully back to the barhare. "Well then lad, I suppose I'd best give you a bit of a guided tour of the leader's areas and talk you over the basics of what the officer types get up to" he says, tapping his chin as he ponders what to include, he glances between Neville and the Lieutenant to make sure no comments are made about the officer types in question.

Rothal grimaces slightly at the mention of holding cells, but remains silent, messing with his shoulder. A habit of sorts, obviously.

Quinten nods and smiles "Oh ok thanks sir, sorry to bother you with it, its just its all a bit overwhealming here, nothing like back home."

Terrance remains at attention and nods, "Sounds good sah." An ear is tweaked towards

Darklett and Quinten, a slight smile on Terr's maw as he listens. Yup. That was him not too long ago.

Darklett smirks at Quinten, holding up a paw and shaking his head. "Really, not a bother. When I first got here, I had the same problem... I'd say pretty much every hare who comes here does." Another sip is given to his ale, and he licks his lips afterwards, gulping down the liquid. "Need anything else?

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Quinten shakes his head "Not at the moment i don't think sir.. Taye helped me to find a uniform and showed me the roster, i'm just well trying to get the hang of it...still not sure how i'm supposed to address everyone either"

Neville rolls his eyes as he gets the "hint". He picks up the barrel lid and replaces it on top of the currently open cask, fixing it around the sides. He turns to the other occupants of the cellar, "Well, I'm off now and I'd advise the lot of you not to hand around for too much longer. Don't mind visitors down here but woe b'tide anyhare that steals a sample." he warns, casting a bareful eye around the room before shrugging and wandering out, grumbling quietly to himself.

Darklett nods. "Yeah, sounds like you're all set up, pretty much. As for how you address others... Well, all the officers you see, call them 'sir' or by their rank. That's a sure bet way to not get the officer mad at you. Gotta keep things proper, and all, that's why the uniforms and stuff."

Rothal can't help it, being as mischievous as the next hare, and as soon as Nev leaves, he heads for the older barrels of drink, leaving the other hares to talk.

Quinten nods his head "Ok sir... i've been finding out what saying the wrong thing entails, i want to try not to wind up in the kitchens again, uhm sir.."

In a room page-pose, Earblade coughs, "It would keep the Zoe-ster happy. I'll owe you a big one" ;)

"Ah, well you'll find some officers are a little more strict than others in different situations," Darklett points out, finishing the contents of his mug and letting it dangle in his paw, leaning forward and crossing his arms across his legs. "Just make sure to show up for your classes and training."

Quinten nods "Thats another problem i keep not finding them... the lessons that is, i keep getting lost on thw way and turning up late or finding the right room and it turns out to be the wrong room after all."

The sound of a barrel being opened somewhere in the back can be heard, followed by several muttered comments by Rothal. The barrel is closed, and the sound of another being opened can be heard.

( Earblade finishes his pondering and says, "Alright then. Let's be off." Terrance follows behind the colonel, glancing towards Quinten and the others and chuckling a little before exiting the room. )

Darklett's ears perk and he glances towards where Rothal is, in the darkness, and grins, shaking his head. "The training room is actually right outside your dorm hallway, so that should be relatively easy to find. I don't know where your classes are, though, so..."

Earblade has left.

Quinten nods "I found the training room sir, but no one seems to know where my classes are from one to the next."

The newly opened barrel seems to be a good one, because Rothal appears from the back for a moment, retrieving a mug from nearby the others, before disappearing again. No comments follow, however. It's hard to drink and talk at the same time.

Darklett shrugs. "Well, maybe you can find another fighter recruit and... I don't know, I guess you can follow him or her. You should have the same classes," the lieutenant suggests with yet another shrug. "Don't know a whole lot about the recruit process."

Terrance has left.

Quinten nods his head, ears clapping "I've been trying me best sir,"

Darklett nods. "Well, then you should do fine. Just work hard, and the recruit thing will fly right on by. I think, anyway." He scratches his head. "I'm not really in charge of that. Major Jarril is, mostly."

Quinten nods "Everybeast keeps talking about the Major, i'm yet to meet them"

"Ha! Well, you probably should, seeing as he does most of the work with recruits." Darklett laughs out, shifting backwards on the stool. "Of course, I hear he hogs all the best recruits to his own patrol."

Rothal has left.

Quinten nods "Well i will try and track him down sir"

Quinten saltues one last time and hburries out of the rookm

Log End -

Salamandastron: Training Room

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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol. The walls

seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray

arrows missing the archery targets. There are several of said archery

targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance

off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on. The targets are of

simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper

target on the front. A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the

walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room. Besides that, several

wooden practice swords sit in a small pile. On the eastern side of the

room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses

tied together. Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,

assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.

Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against

the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.

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                 Visible Exits:

[Arm]ory [Out]

Dandelion enters from the passage leading to the Second Level intersection.

Dandelion has arrived.

Quinten is lying on all fours on one of the padded mates, slowly pushing himself up and down as he works his way through the routine he'd been drilled in the other day

Dandelion has been off in a corner for a bit, talking to one of his fellow recruits, but slinks back to training after getting barked at by an officer. He comes shuffling up to a free spot near where Quentin is, dragging a rope after him, looking none too happy just now.

Quinten looks up and smiles "Hello there" he flicks his ears out of his eyes as he pushes up off the floor agian with a grunt, he hates doing these "have we met?"

Taking one end of the rope in each hand, Dandelion starts spinning it at a rather leasurly pace, skipping over it every time it comes round down. "Hey, we might have. I'm Dandel... Dan."

Quinten nods and lowers himself back down "I'm Quinten, i just arrived the other day." he grimaces and looks about, "Are the officers always so rough on the recruits? I got dressed down for getting lost...."

Dandelion frowns, still skipping about in his comfortable pace, obviously not inclined to put in a real effort. "Yea... All I did was take a little break, wot? And he's at me like he's my mom..."

Quinten shivers and slowls moves until he is lying on his back and begins to do sit up "Don't mention me ma'am, she'd have a heart attack if she knew i'd joined up to the patrol," he grins sideways at you "But at least they didn't send you to the kitchens you know, i got three hours in there the other day"

Dandelion picks up the pace a bit as the officer gives him a sharp look across the room. "My mom's who sent me here. She and dad. No room at home, wot. Someone had to go..." He grunts a little.

Quinten nods and is sitting up faster, paws hooked under a bar on the wall, grunting each time "Aye was the same with us, i'm the youngest of 7 i decided i wanted to see the world, not settle down to farming so i upped and headed north, i didn't really believe the mountain existed, and now look at me, fancy uniform, shouted at and run ragged"

Dandelion picks up the pace even more, unto the point where his speech gets a little

Quinten looks a bit confused "The does? Why would it matter if they have the same uniform as the rest of us?" he grunts as he lays back doownn and flicks his ears "I hate this..."

Dandelion grins. "You can't impress the does with a fancy uniform if they have one like it."

Quinten shakes his head and shrugs "Who'd want to impres the does, i'd rather impress the officers," he tilts his head and looks up at you "Is there a reason i should be impressing does?" ahh innocence, that won't last long in the patrol

You room-page, "grins "I'm only 6 seasons thats 12years, the does still havecooties off duty :P"

In a room page-pose, Dandelion chuckles.

Dandelion chuckles. "Well, some of the does are officers..." He looks over his shoulder to see if the officer in charge is looking.

Quinten nods and stands up slowly shaking his ears and then squeezing them out to drip on the floor "Wel thats true, guess i'll need to impress them as well..."

Seeing as how some of aforementioned does are walking by within earshot, Dandelion decides to change the subject, looking around for something else to talk about, and spotting a pair of older recruits practicing with swords. "I wonder when they'll let us train with swords?" he muses.

Quinten looks over and shakes his head "not for agesyet, they were quite clear on that fact when i asked them, they were a tad miffed that i already had soem skill with the Javelin, but they insisted in the end i keep up practicing with tha tso i don't loose it," he reaches up to a bar above his head and begins to pull himself up

Dandelion loses his pace somewhat from looking at the does, and misses his jump. "Oh, heck." he mutters, and steps off the rope. "Where'd you learn the javelin?" he asks.

Quinten smiles "Me pa, he insisted we all start learnin it when we were little leverets, I'm not very good, i can throw it and i can fight with it like a staff, but my aim stinks something rotten"

Dandelion starts skipping rope again, slower now. "That's a funny thing for a leveret to learn..."

Quinten laughs and levers himself up the bar again "You should have heard my parents shouting at each other about it, but dad has hhis way, started to learn when i reached five seasons, so only the beginning of last spring really."

Dandelion picks up the pace until he's skipping fast enough to look like he means business, but slow enough to be comfortable. "All I got to know is how to chop wood..." he mutters.

Quinten chuckles "Oh we did that too, and sowed the seeds, and harvest crops, it was the most boring place on earth, andbeing the smallest i was picked on by everyone, i just slipped out one morning and started walking north, I met howard outside on the shore and he brought me inside"

Dandelion keeps skipping. "So, what are you going to be? Runner or fighter?"

Quinten nods at his uniform "Fighter thats me"

"Gonna be a runner, myself..." Dandelion says, and begins to slow down the pace. "Yech, this is getting old..."

Quinten lets go of the bar and looks around the room "Good to hear it, i bet you'll make a good one..." he edges closer and whispers "Its almost time for lunch isn't it?"

Dandelion stops skipping altogether. "Right you are." he says, ears perking up. "I wonder what they're serving?"

Quinten chuckles "Something green and mushy no doubt"

Dandelion begins to coil up the rope. "Well, green and mushy is fine with me." Rubbing his tummy a bit he adds, "I worked up a real appetite, wot."

Quinten chuckles and begins to head towards the door, keeping an eye out for officers "Well lets go find some baly grub wot"