Open Chronicles Oban Knights

[Val]

Obann - The Dancing Darlin'

Val loved to drink with the commoners.

There was something demonstrably more exciting about the idea of moving around with the peasantry than the nobility. He was pretty sure that it was the fact that most of them didn't really care about decorum or anything of the sort, that all they really wanted to focus on was just getting smashed and forgetting about their worries.

It was endearing in it's own little way. "Aye well...I could do with another round first."

The noble said as he took another glance at his cards.

"Oh fuck off, just play your damned cards."​

A smile touched Val's face. He had always been good at Zavk, the card game that was most often played in Obann Taverns. It was a simple game, fifty two cards, hand creating different sums with the highest one winning. Certain combinations of cards added up to higher sums, easy enough, but fun if you actually played it right.

"Well if you insist." Val said as he laid his cards down. His hand was one of the best in the game, second only to one another. He could instantly tell from the man's reaction that he did not have that hand. "Shouldn't be so eager to lo-"

"YOU GODDAMN CHEAT!"​

Before Val could do anything else a cup was thrown at his head.

 

[Maheau One-Ear]

The tavern was full of men, looking violent for half of them, and violent and drunken for the other half. There was a lot of differents smokes, the smells and colors were related to the face of the owner of the pipe. So most of the time it was mean, smelly and heavy.
Except for two colorful whores at the balcony, Maheau saw no women. Fortunetely, she had stolen a boy pants in Alliria, cut her hair short and her face looked like the rotten potatoes they ate at her farm. Everyone mistooke her for a boy. Still, the tavern looked dangerous for someone whose only weapon was a wood-stick and some basic pyromancy powers.

"That was an other dumb idea" said the imaginary voice of Maheau's mother inside her head.

"Oban is one of the richest city in the...Oh, after all, what don't you plant some potatoes for a change? I'm busy, I've money to make and there is plenty here." replied Maheau inside her head. "You're not my destiny, you peasant" she muttered.

Her stomach growled angrily. She bite her lips, tired. She was starving. Dalriada merchant were very suspicious. She couldn't steal any food for days. She had to find a solution quickly, she knew it: she couldn't allow herself to be weak in such a place, it would be suicidal.

Walking to a dark corner, she noticed four men playing cards. One of them looked very rich. Even if he tried to hide it with simple clothes, she noticed the delicacy of his face and some odd manners rich people take during ball which were stick to him. She wish she were like him, a virtuous noble, able to speak a complex langage, to express complex feelings, and not a dumb stupid peasant like her mother. Peasant were selfish cowards, working on their little dirty farm, although noble were brave warrior, fighting to save widows and orphans. "You don't know it yet but one day we will fight side by side, milord." whispered Maheau to herself. To imagine the rich beautiful lord and her fighting orcs with grace made her smile dreamily. He would never know she was a tramp years ago, he would only know her as a lady warrior covered in silk and silver.

But for the moment she had to steal his purse to eat. "Sorry milord." She tuched her red boots with her hand for good luck and quietly reached the table, pretending to watch the card game like some other guys in the tavern. The man in front of the rich lord was a bad player, she could tell, her father was the same. She just had to wait for him to do a diversion: something gross like the peasant he was. And he did, that fat-belly dummy. He throws a cup at the head oh her dear noble lord! Maheau immediatly take the purse of the noble, and stepped forward. She hurt a chair violently, but kept her face neutral and walk to the doors of the tavern, praying that no one noticed the thief. She will be outside in seconds

"One step, two steps, three steps, everything's fine, you doing well legendary hero."