Completed Brawling a Musician (Kel Greytide, Tydus & Adney Tempest)

[Stefan]

3th Day of Spring, 514 AV.
18th Bell, 30th Chime

It was odd, really odd; it was spring, a new season full of opportunities, new faces to see, and most of all, a warmer climate, as Stefan didn’t stand the cold of winter. And yet, there he was in the Kulkukan Tavern, drowning himself in ale without actually saying anything -with the mandolin strapped to his back, of course-, or even smiling. Also, he didn’t actually liked ale, but after a few mugs, he didn’t care about the taste.

It was one of those days in which nothing interesting happened, or even seemed to pass his mind. Madam Silka has given him the day off for cleaning the stage again, and he didn’t complain. At least he could use his money to drink something.

“Need anything else?” he heard Chell, the pretty waitress speaking to him, and he just nodded.

“Aye, another pint of ale. I’m starting to lose my taste, so I know its working... you know what, just keep them coming.” He smiled at her as she brought him another pint. She was pretty, he thought, but only flirted slightly with her, much less than he was used to, but at least she took it well, and gave him the first pint for free. Looking down through the liquid, though, he could only imagine the sea with a small brig on it, and slightly smiled. Truly, he was nostalgic... he missed his days as the shantyman of the Laviku’s Pride. It was exciting: you never knew when you could be stabbed, shot with an arrow, drowned or simply fall and break your neck.

And now, he was in Riverfall... he had a job doing what he loved, he managed to sleep with a couple of women –no easy feat, considering that there aren’t many single women in the city – and the wine was petching good. But still, there was no risk, nothing to keep someone on the edge... maybe he should seek it. Aye, he was already established in the city, and not only the season has passed, but there was a new year. It means new opportunities.

But by now, Stefan would have to finish the ale first. Imagining again the small brig going through the waves of alcohol, he started to sing something under his breath, though it was barely audible.

Come all you young sailor men, listen to me,
I'll sing you a song of the fish in the sea;

And it's...
Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys,
When the wind blows, we're all together, boys;
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow,
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Up jumps the eel with his slippery tail,
Climbs up aloft and reefs the topsail.

And it's...
Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys,
When the wind blows, we're all together, boys;
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow,
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Then up jumps the shark with his nine rows of teeth,
Saying, "You eat the dough boys, and I'll eat the beef!"

And it's...
Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys,
When the wind blows, we're all together, boys;
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow,
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

Up jumps the whale... the largest of all,
"If you want any wind, well, I'll blow ye a squall!"

And it's...
Windy weather, boys, stormy weather, boys,
When the wind blows, we're all together, boys;
Blow ye winds westerly, blow ye winds, blow,
Jolly sou'wester, boys, steady she goes.

It was odd, and actually really stupid to sing a one-person shanty. But at this point, he didn’t care at all, so he went back to his drink, gulping it down all at once, and asking for another more. The day needed to change.

[Tydus Tempest]

A loud thud was heard as Tydus smashed his sixth mug of ale against the wooden surface of the round table Tydus and the newly formed crew were sitting at. He grinned over at Kel, then at Adney as he raised both hands in an effort to silence them. "I'... I wanna do a toast, mate. A good 'un, too. To our new crew, mates. To our health, and most of all, to Laviku! Back on the sea in just a few days, right Kel? Me bones are shakin' just thinking about it."

Bright laughter escaped the Svefra's lips again, mostly at the fact that his own words were so slurred. But, he was happy. Truly excited and filled with a purpose lost when his Pod was decimated in a bombardment in the previous season. It left both him and the only surviving podmate he's seen to this point, Adney, up quite a bit, though in truth, Tydus knew that he was likely more affected. He was by no means a warrior, and had no way of helping when his pod was being terrorized him. It haunted his very soul each night as he heard the pained, failed wheezing of his Lia on the ground, sputtering blood. But, he knew that Laviku would take care of the souls of those lost. He was the Svefra's Lord, the God of their people and benevolent towards them.

Again, the Svefra raised his glass in toast, though this time around, he had a much different proposition, "And to those poor bastards who fell to the wrath of foreign hands, we sing! Or at least... I sing. Hold... hold on, mates. Gimme a minute." He allowed a breath to fill his lungs, the sudden flood of oxygen causing him to see spots, the Svefra swaying in his seat before he parted his lips again, both hands placed on the table as he began singing,

"Come up me lads and lasses, sit down 'er for a while
And listen to me mournful tale of past Svefra's end
Let's rise our mugs to podmates gone to ol' Laviku's bend.
Aaaand lift our voices in'nother Svefra drinking song

Sharks ate me mother and ar' chewin' on me father’s knees
Me brother drank the rum, and then fell out into the sea
Me other brother out of grief did up n' meet demise
Me sister's by now forever closed her blessed blue eyes.

Now everyun's gone up n' died
So, until ar' tears have dried
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinkin' once again

Pearly killed by oyster an' Krill by a whale
Joan from the Foamstream pod got killed for his name
Shany sang a shanty and sang really off tune
That’s why Derby killed her and then up'n did it to himself too

“Prepare the harpoons lads!” the fishermen be'in a say
Before he ended up as less than petchin' shark bait
And 'en the harpooner tried to up'n harpoon his wife
He ended up dyin' for holding it by the other side

Now everyun's gone up n' died
So, until ar' tears have dried
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinkin' once again.

Now Manny brawled Donny and did break apar' his neck
Just 'caus they discuss'n who put the o'er to shame
And me crazy friend Titus said he had'n the brightest eyes
But actually he was blind so we could call his horrid lies

Now when Paddy was killed inna petchin' duel
With an angry crocodile it ended in with 'im a fool
And then Lurbuk tripped himself and fell towards the sea
But he be a Myrian, so nobody gave a sh-"

The song was horribly off-tune, but the Svefra didn't give a petch, roaring laughter interrupting him with every few lines, though it was at the last that he could no longer sing. His face turned red with laughter, the Svefra shaking his head at the old shanty that the elders up and song during their drinking bouts. Death was a common thing to laugh about with the Svefra, and so he allowed himself to, if only to distract himself from what he really felt about it.

The Svefra banged on the table, barking out to the bartender, "OI, LASS. Another round of ale for me an' me boys!" he barked the command out in Common, words slightly slurred and mispronounced more than the norm. He winked at Kel and Adney, banging on the table once more for good measure.

FootnoteCredit has to go to Stef for the song idea. I changed it up a bit to fit the Svefra's way of speaking, but... petch, man. Good job.

- Tydus Tempest

[Adney Tempest]

[left]

Adney jumped when hear a loud thud coming from Tydus's mug. Adney was not much of a drinker but he loved to see Tydus get drunk, he enjoyed to see Tydus make a fool of himself. Tydus turned to smile at Kel and then Adney.Adney was about to say something to Tydus but Tydus raised his hands as he tried to shush Adney and Kel so Adney stayed quiet to see what this drunk bastard had to say."I'... I wanna do a toast, mate. A good 'un, too. To our new crew, mates. To our health, and most of all, to Laviku! Back on the sea in just a few days, right Kel? Me bones are shakin' just thinking about it." Adney lifted his mug with excitement."Cheers to that my brother" The laughter that Tydus brought made Adney laugh as well. Adney has not seen Tydus laugh like this in awhile. Since the tragedy Tydus was not really himself even Adney wasn't himself either but now that they ran into Kel it seems like a new future is ahead of them.

Tydus raised his mug again for another toast. This time Tydus had other things to say. "And to those poor bastards who fell to the wrath of foreign hands, we sing! Or at least... I sing. Hold... hold on, mates. Gimme a minute." Adney's eyes widened as Tydus mentioned he was going to sing . Adney got up off his chair to stop tydus from singing but it was too late. Tydus was already singing his tunes and Adney sat back in his chair chuckling as he watched his pod mate sing.

After Tydus was done singing he laughed, he laughed so hard that he turned red . This made Adney laugh as well causing him to fall off his chair. He landed on the ground still laughing from the pain. He got up and sat back on his chair as he did so Tydus banged on the table for the bartender making Adney jump once again. "OI, LASS. Another round of ale for me an' me boys!" Adney shook his head as the bartender brought the mug to him. "No thank you I am not much of a drinker this mug is good enough for me" Adney smiled at the bartender as she nodded and walked away with the extra mug. Adney went back to the guys to listen over there conversation even they were drunk he was a little interested in what they were saying.

- Adney Tempest

[Kel Tempest]

Day 3 of Spring in the Year 514 AV

Kel swayed in his seat. He had a large mug in his hand, the container filled to the brim with ale, froth spilling over the sides. He held one finger in the air and raised the glass to his mouth and began chugging the contents. Ale spilled down his chin but he paid no mind as his solo task was dominating his beverage. His head slowly tilted farther and farther back, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down furiously as he emptied the vessel.


He slammed the empty mug down onto the bar and pounded his chest.Kel grinned drunkenly at his fellow Svefra. It was a time of celebration! Old friends reuniting! New ones being made!


There was nothing better than a night out spent with friends and alcohol. Kel raised his empty glass as Tydus toasted the three. The black haired Svefra went to drink to the toast but was met with an empty mug. A look of betrayal crossed his face as he realized he was out of drink.


He was cheered up almost instantaneously as Tydus began singing a sea shanty. He didn’t know the entire song, it was a ditty that was passed down through the Tempest pod. But he had spent enough time among them to recognize a few of the words.


“Lalalalalaaads!...Sit dooOOOOoown!!...Lissssten!!!...Svefra’s EEEEEnnddddd!...” Kel bellowed out the few words he knew trailing off when he didn’t know the lyrics and then shouting out the ones he knew. He collapsed into laughter when Tydus finished and clapped him on the back heartily. Tydus called out for more alcohol and Kel mulled over the common words he used.


“Hmm…lass? Woman? Sahme thing?” Kel shrugged not sure if it meant the same thing. The barmaiden seemed to respond to it so many there were other things the females could be called.


He snorted. Like he cared what they preferred.


"WOMAN! I frehssh out, drihnkk! Give!” He knew he didn’t need to repeat what Tydus already ordered but he was swept up in the moment and it just felt right. Someone had finished off his ale and he demanded a new one. When she brought the three fresh ales over, Adney politely declined another drink.


Kel looked at him incredulously. “Addy! Whaht’s wrrrong with yeh?! Rejecting alcoolhol?! This is a celebrahton!”


His words slurred together in his intoxicated state. He snatches the mug from the retreating woman and held a vessel of ale in each hand. He was incredibly pleased with himself as he alternated taking gulps from each mug. He raised them in the air and roared in approval, “Svefra!”

Legend
-Fratava
-Kel's Common
-PC/NPC

[Stefan]

The first thing that Stefan noticed what the exasperated look on the face of Chell, the barmaid, as if she was looking at the ghost of a long-dead mother-in-law, and then an off key tune of a bunch of drunkards in a table not too far away. Svefra, they were: if the blue eyes didn’t gave that away, it was the fact that they were speaking loudly in Fratava. If that didn’t give it away, then the sea songs surely would do. And even, if someone was blind enough to not to notice, the fact that one of them yelled “Svefra!” loudly was a good giveaway.

Svefra... Stefan was actually fond of them. After spending nearly three years with them, learning their language (even though Stefan spoke it with a tick and odd accent), it was only natural. Bloody void, he even considered one of them his brother before he died a couple of years ago. He didn’t like to think much about it, though.

He also recognized the song. He used to sing it and play with his mandolin under the deck, and when he did, the dance, drinks and merriment were abundant. And now, these three drunken Svefra were singing it, just as Laviku intended. It gave him a bit of nostalgia, and even jealously though... he missed those years.

But still... for him, it was just rude to treat the lovely Chell like that. She treated Stefan nice enough, but then there come a bunch of cretins to make her feel worthless. It was pure rubbish. After she came back from pouring their drinks, Stefan started to make conversation. “Don’t seem like a kind bunch, those sailors...”

Chell sighed irritated “You don’t say. These drunkards always come here and start singing off key, yelling in that annoying language and then bothering me like you have no idea. I think that one of them slapped my arse the last time they came!”

Stefan shocked his head, looking at the gal in the eye. He was not drunk enough to get a bad eye contact, but was dizzy enough to try to flirt with her, just to make her feel better, and maybe get lucky. Might as well do that, as he didn’t had anything else to do. “It’s a crying shame... but again, you know how these types of people are... is like pigs eating out of a beautiful and fragrant flower. Shame that the flower pales in comparison with you, my dear...” he could hear the barmaid giggle, and he smiled. At least this day was turning out good, even though these pesky Svefra were still roaring like a bunch of sea lions. He continued to drink his mead slowly, as Chell gave him another free drink.

[Tydus Tempest]

The Svefra burst out in laughter as Kel began to question Addy about his lack of desire to consume, shaking his head as he decided to contribute,

"ADDY. Yo-you... Y-you're getting a... GLASS.WOMAN. Get us three more! Me lil' brudder needs to... catch up! He be single, too. Maybe you'll like to take a gander at what he has to offer!"

He burst out laughing again, reaching out to punch his podmate in the shoulder before he reached for his mug yet again. The seventh glass was by far the easiest for him to drink, as was the eighth... and ninth. The more drinks he had, the better he felt, due to the drowning of his sorrows in the alcohol. Blast. Shouldn't be feeling this way. We're with a new brother, celebrating another day of life. Oh well, it be going away day by day. It'll take time. The Svefra shook his head, grinning at the woman as she delivered the next round.

Tydus looked upon the woman, eyeing her up and down before his eyes recognized a familiar feature of hers. Aye, isn't that arse one I'm a bit more familiar with than the rest? Hmm. I think I took it home? No. The sailor's handshake was what I did. Oh, right. The first plan didn' work out too well. He chuckled quietly to himself, grinning at the woman as he flashed her a cheeky wink, "Thank ye', lass. I think I migh' owe ye' a bit more than ye coppers. What about... I take ye'... out to sea? A nice romp on the ocean does e'ry Riverfall lass some good. Forget Addy here."

He snickered again before once again. Slap. The young Svefra fell out of his chair from the force, laughing all the while he stood up, looking around to his podmates, "Oi... what she do that fer'? Was it... something I said? Eh, TO ALE. ADDY. DRINK. DRINK."

He egged his pod-brother on, laughing again as he leaned back in his chair, recovering from the slap. The pain wasn't present from the slap, which was only to be expected, considering he could hardly feel his face. The fact that he could speak at all was something he could only consider to be a miracle.

His gaze of Laviku's blood was directed towards the woman as she stormed off. He watched as she met with a man, eyebrows arched as he attempted to search hazy memories for recognition that would not exist. He shrugged it off when his endeavor failed, returning his attention to his podmates.

- Tydus Tempest

[Adney Tempest]

[left]

Adney was shocked and embarrassed when Tydus asked the bartender for more drinks. The bartender came by with the three mugs of ale. Adney looked at the drinks and then at Tydus and Kel he looked at the mugs and then shrugged it off as he grabbed one of the mugs. He chugged down the first mug slamming it on the round table. "Petch yeah that was good." Adney grabbed the second mug and began to chug that one down as well. Before Adney began to chug his third drink he looked to see what Tydus was looking at which was the bar maiden. Adney burst out laughing as Tydus was trying to flirt with the bar maiden. "Hey tydus leave the lass alone don't you see she has other customers to take care of" Adney said quietly but Tydus ignored Adney and began conversating with the bar maiden. Adney was annoyed and grabbed the last mug but before he could drink his ale Tydus yelled to Adney supporting him to drink. " Eh, TO ALE. ADDY. DRINK. DRINK." Adney smiled and began to chug his last drink, he slammed his mug and screamed at the top of his lungs. He laughed and made jokes with his pod mates. In a few chimes Adney was starting to feel funny he began to feel dizzy and he couldn't stand straight for anything.
"W-what is happening to me lads? I-I feel kind of different, l-l-like the whole world is spinning."

Adney didn't know what to do he was falling off his chair, he was saying things that he thought he could never say and his emotions changed a lot. "L-l-lads w-wh-what is going on with me? Please tell me I need to know!" Adney was in his pod mates's faces desperately wanting to know what was wrong with him. Adney did not like this feeling at all. Adney's head began to hurt and was going crazy. Adney ran around the bar going crazy."WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!?"

- Adney Tempest

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[Kel Tempest]

Day 3 of Spring in the Year 514 AV

Kel roared with laughter at Tydus’ jab at Adney. “WOMAN! Mah-ket four! Kel is parrrched!” He rolled his r’s and snapped his jaw shut with a satisfying click. His mind was abuzz and his body tingled all over. This was the third day in a row that he had been drinking and drinking quite profusely at that. The only way to get rid of the hangover was to drink more. So far that strategy hadn’t let him down.


“Yeh’ kno Ty.” He placed a hand on Ty’s shoulder and looked at him solemnly before placing his other hand on the younger Svefra, “Addy.” He sighed and looked at them seriously.


“I’ve herrr been thinkin’…” A wide grin broke across his face, “that I bets five mizas that Addy can gettaa kiss from that thur’ barmaid!!” He slapped Adney’s back, laughing. The woman delivered the four beers and Kel snatched his up, trying to nudge Adney into action.


“C’mon, mate. Ya gotta. It’ll mak’a man outa ya.” Kel tilted his glass towards Tydus. “Tahhke some notes from Ty…I’ve seen him snagga girl time’a ttwo.”


Kel looked down at the bar and saw the woman talking to a fourth man. He saw her smiling and chatting with the stranger. The Svefra looked at them aghast. A feeling of offense began rising in his chest.


“That dahhyum wench be cheatin on you, Addy!” Kel looked over at the younger Svefra but couldn’t find him anywhere. Confusion crossed Kel’s face until he heard the young man’s muffled shouts. He peeked over and saw Adney sprawled out on the floor shouting nonsense. Kel roared with laughter and backhanded Tydus in the chest.


“What are me eyes lookin at?! A Svefra who can’t drink! Scandal! Treachery! THERR ONLY ONE WAY TO DEAL WIT THUS. WE NEED MORE ALE.” He staggered off his seat and attempted to pick Adney off the ground.


When he looked up, he saw the barmaid laughing at something the stranger said. Irritation rose up again in his chest as he remembered again what he was mad about. How dare that man take Adney’s woman.


“ADDY! FOCSU. That mahn be stealin’ yerh woman! You need to take her! Have yer way wiht her!” Kel tried shoving Adney forward into the strange man. “FIGHT em Addy! FIGHT fehr yer woman!”

[Stefan]

Stefan could hear one of the Svefra roaring something in Fratava: something about someone stealing someone’s woman, but he was too drunk and to fixated on the barmaid to care. But still, when the blue-eyed drunkard stood up. “Oh, for petchs sake...” he muttered to himself, notably frustrated.

He heard the Svefra talk some nonsense about stealing someone’s woman, but suddenly, he felt someone touching him on the back with force, as if trying to tackle him, but really weakly. That, combined with what he heard was an insult in Fratava –even though it was probably something else, since Stefan didn’t spoke Fratava in a fluent way –made him frown.

He thinks about it quickly, or at least he believed it so, as the alcohol made his head dizzy. On one hand, he didn’t liked violence, but on the other... he was bored. It was really evident which part of him would win. He breathed heavily, chugged what was left of his ale, and then leaved his mandolin on the floor, near the bar, as he didn’t wanted it to be damaged, and pushed back the Svefra that was on his back.

Stefan looked at the brown haired man and then yelled in Fratava, much to the surprise of him “You saltwater-chugging bastard!” And then, without further warning, hit him in the head with a mug full of ale that was in the bar, breaking it in the process. Then he took one of the stools and took a bottle and threw it at one of his podmates at the table, hoping to hit one of them.

Stefan took the Svefra by his shirt and looked him in the eye “Let me teach you a lesson, lad...” and just when he was about to punch him in the face, he winced in pain and let him go. Looking down, Stefan noticed that there was a small animal biting him in the ankle. “What the petch is this!?” he yelled in common, moving his ankle and trying to stomp the otter, but as soon as he tried, the animal stopped biting and ran off.

“What the...” he said confused to himself, now with a new ache in his ankle “Where did that petching animal go... and what... is that a penguin?” he saw the little animal as he ignored the Svefra on the ground, without knowing exactly what was happening right now. That’s one of the reasons he hated ale.

[Tydus Tempest]

The sound of the 'normal' speaking Fratava was akin to hearing the bellyaching of a seasick landlubber. It sounded foul, foreign when spoken from lips not meant to spoken, the Tempest scion scowling at the man. Then, immediately after he spoke, the youngest of the Svefra was hit over the head with a mug, for what Tydus perceived as for no reason. Regardless of how damaged Adney was by the motion, the young man sprung forth to defend him. A bottle sailed to the side of the Svefra's head, able to feel the weak wind movement as it sailed past his left ear.

The motion of it all had his head spinning, the Tempest lunging forward to intercept the 'normal' attacking his friend. He had at the man with the intention of sending him sailing over the bar, his entire body's weight colliding with the 'normal''s shoulder. He snarled at the human, shaking his head furiously, with partial intent of clearing his own addled thoughts as he cast his gaze about. He saw very little, in truth, he didn't care. He was, for the moment, little more than a bull intent on crashing into the attacker, to protect his pod-brother and inflict pain. Part of him wanted to chase after the 'normal', but he shook his head, knowing in his mind that movements were far too addled, unfocused to do so.

"Keeel! Youuuur turn! Take dooown the normie! Petching son of a little shyke! We're gun' knooock you down. And 'en do it again! And a third time! And all the times we want until you're good n' knocked down!"

The Svefra raised his hands, the fingers curling into fists, obscuring his vision just enough for him to re-focus slightly. The width of his vision was lessened, allowing the Svefra, like a horse pulling a cart, a sense of direction, a way to lessen his distractions, but even so, his movements slowed, his posture shifting as he swayed forward and to each side, his feet slipping along the floor with each shift change.

He was in severe danger of falling over with each movement of the foot, yet it didn't happen. "The world beee a spinnin' round and so my feet be a spinnin' round." the words were sung in a low hum, a laugh escaping his own lips, reverberating in his throat and amusing him as he swayed towards the table and took a seat. He reached for his glass of ale, chugging the rest of its contents before turning on the seat abruptly, as if to check the status that his pod-brother and the assailant were in. The motion caused the Svefra to fall to the floor with a 'thud', his mind far too busy in its amusement to register pain.

From the ground, he saw nothing. Nothing important, and instead of panicking, or fearing, or being curious, the Svefra merely chuckled, beginning to sing lyrics again, slurred and warped, and for reasons quite unknown to the drunkard, in Common. Tydus did not bother to stand, instead sitting upright on the ground as he parted his lips to sing. The Svefra belted out the lyrics for the new inflow of combatants and the patrons of the bar to enjoy or despise, the feeling dependent on their perspective,

"What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
What do you do with a drunken sailor,
Earlyyyy in the morning!


Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Earlyyyy in the morning!"

The young man began only with the first two stanzas of the song, motioning for the rest of the bar to sing along with him. Some of the drunker patrons would do so.