private The First Song: Clover's Rest

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,354]

The unicorn takes a look at the coins in his hoof, then he leans closer to Jabber, all pretense gone.

"Pristine is my favourite cousin, so you just hand over whatever gold you took off her, right now, or I'll see to it, that you spend the next twenty years on a rock farm."

[Standard User 2,127]

The unicorn takes a look at the coins in his hoof, then he leans closer to Jabber, all pretense gone.

"Pristine is my favourite cousin, so you just hand over whatever gold you took off her, right now, or I'll see to it, that you spend the next twenty years on a rock farm."

 

Jabber gulped. Yup, this stallion just made the list of ponies to never interact with ever again. "Oh! Silly me, I seem to have missed a couple in the bag." Reaching into the pouch, he contemplated leaving just a few bits in the dark recesses of the pouch ("Oops, missed those couple! Oh darn!"), but he had already served more than his fair share of time on a rock farm and was in no hurry to spend another minute on one of those damnable places. "Here's the rest of the coin. Now go away before I come back to my senses and take that money back from you, you big dumb bully."

 

It was only after the words had left Jabber's mouth that he realized he might have said one of those worst possible things to say in a situation like this.

Edited January 31, 2013 by Kolth

[Alex Kennedy 1,228]

Rambler glared at Jabber's pitiful display of greed. Did he ever think about anything else but money?

 

"Allow me to apologize on my friend's behalf, sir. He can be terribly greedy, that one."

 

(Roll wit to make this guard not hate us and possibly help us in some small way: 6+5+1=12(-2 if Crossbreed applies))

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,354]

"Here's the rest of the coin. Now go away before I come back to my senses and take that money back from you, you big dumb bully."

 

"Oh believe me, you are welcome to try at any time."

He gives a court nod of acknowledgement to Rambler.

"It is appreciated, civilian. Please see to it, that he commits no further crimes."

Then he turns to Lance.

"Soldier, I am sorry, but I have to ask you to hand over the helmet. Remaining incognito is of paramount importance."

[The-Master 1,176]

 

"Oh believe me, you are welcome to try at any time." He gives a court nod of acknowledgement to Rambler. "It is appreciated, civilian. Please see to it, that he commits no further crimes." Then he turns to Lance. "Soldier, I am sorry, but I have to ask you to hand over the helmet. Remaining incognito is of paramount importance."

If he wasn't already cross he might have been offended by the request. "I must respectfully say no. I at least have to keep some degree of integrity to my appearance, otherwise I would look like a common rag tag mercenary. It's bad enough I'm being held here against my will, let alone forced to hand over my heraldry."

 

Lance held his helm in his hooves, fiddling with it carefully. "If I am going to be part of this mission then I will do it under my own terms."

[Standard User 2,127]

Lance held his helm in his hooves, fiddling with it carefully. "If I am going to be part of this mission then I will do it under my own terms."

 

Jabbermouth threw a hoof around the neck of the Nightwatch Guard and pulled him aside. "You look like a reasonable, charming stallion," Jabber said, patting the guard softly on the cheek. "I'm sure you and I can come to some sort of agreement! So lemme tell ya': Lance here has been a friend of mine for Celestia-knows how long. And I know that he loves that helmet more than life itself. So how about this: he keeps the helmet, and we'll find some way to disguise it. Sound like a plan, handsome?"

 

 

Doin' this for my pal. Aaaand crap, rolled a 1. 5 + 1 + 1 = 7

 

Edited January 31, 2013 by Kolth

[Alex Kennedy 1,228]

@@Kolth,@@The-Master,

 

Rambler rolled his eyes.

 

"Are you two serious? It's just a damn helmet. And Lance, for the purpose of this mission, you're supposed to be a "common rag tag mercenary", so get used to it!"

 

He turned back to the guard, "I apologize for them again sir. They mean well, really."

 

(When Rambler has to be the responsible one, you're doing something wrong.)

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,354]

"Too late."

The crowd parts, revealing captain Firewind in full armor striding towards you, flanked by two more Wonderbolts.

"You there, that helmet is the insignia of the royal guard. Either hand it over this instance, or draw your weapon."

In a heartbeat, the nightguard is gone and you're at the center of an expanding circle as the crowd struggles backwards to make room.

Edited January 31, 2013 by Silverwisp the Bard

[The-Master 1,176]

"They ask me to part with an heir loom, and I don't take kindly to the threat of force. But since you leave me with little choice, and I'm currently being held here against my will, so have it your way. My helmet will remain here. But keep you mitts off of it." Helm slid the helmet off from his side, getting one last look at its design before tossing it to the side. "Can we get on with this?"

[Alex Kennedy 1,228]

"They ask me to part with an heir loom, and I don't take kindly to the threat of force. But since you leave me with little choice, and I'm currently being held here against my will, so have it your way. My helmet will remain here. But keep you mitts off of it." Helm slid the helmet off from his side, getting one last look at its design before tossing it to the side. "Can we get on with this?"

 

 

Rambler just stood there and shook his head.

 

"You are unbelievable, you know that? After they have to threaten to kill you to get you to let go of your helmet, you still have the nerve to mouth off to them. I'll admit I can be irresponsible, but this is just stupid."

Edited January 31, 2013 by Alex-Kennedy

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,354]

Firewind takes off into the air, trailing enough smoke and flame to put a dragon to shame. One of his companions retrieves the helmet before following his captain. The other one, an ember mare almost as tall as Rambler gives Bluenote a sympathetic smile.

"Have fun with this bunch. Clover's Rest lies on the road to the Castle of the Moon, you can't miss it. If I were you I'd start searching at the Griffin's Head, most travelers stay there."

Then she too is gone, soaring upwards like a shooting star in reverse.

Edited January 31, 2013 by Silverwisp the Bard

[Standard User 2,127]

Jabber looked sympathetically at Lance. Sure, they wren't exactly the closet of companions just yet, but he still knew how losing a precious object close to your heart could be hard to take. Jabber thought about saying something to comfort the soldier, but then decided that Lance might take his frustration out on him -- most likely resulting in more than a few bruises and broken bones. So he did the next best thing: tried to change the subject.

 

"Okay, now that those thieving guards are gone, what do you all say to a relaxing cup of tea? We've had a stressful morning and could use the opportunity to cool our heels and look through Jasper's book for clues." As he said this, he pulled out the scrapbook with his magic and absentmindedly flipped through the pages. "So how does that sound? Cup of tea, relax a bit? Maybe...I dunno, converse like a real team?"

[Alex Kennedy 1,228]

@@Kolth,

 

"I don't drink tea, Lad. But if you want to go talk somewhere quiet, it's fine by me. We should take some time to read through the book like you said. Although perhaps we should head to Clover's Rest and maybe we can relax at the Griffin's head once we get there. I get the feeling that if the Captain sees us lollygagging he'll be a tad miffed."

[The-Master 1,176]

Maybe Lance would warm up to the idea, might even start to get along with the others. But for now he scowled at everypony present, forced to part with an heirloom for a cause that he did not understand. These ponies were out of their depth. "I do not have to get along with any of you, nor do I have to agree with your choices. But you will need my help if their if fighting involved, and I will help you if I can."

[Discorded Bluenote 126]

"It would've been better if you hoofed it over in the first place, Lance. We all would have saved a lot of trouble. Especially me. I have a perfect record with them, so if you screwed it up for me, then that would be asking for a death wish.", Bluenote said. "And we should be going anyway."

[Alex Kennedy 1,228]

@,@@The-Master,

 

Rambler shook his head. These two didn't seem like they would make very good traveling companions.

 

"You two should both loosen up. Everything's fine now, let's just get going and try to have a good time while we're at it."

 

Having said his piece, Rambler turned and headed off towards the Castle of the Moon. 

[Discorded Bluenote 126]

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"As soon a Lance loosens, I will. Eventually." she says, muttering to herself at the last part.  So she walked along with the rest of the group, hoping that after this, she would never have to interact with them again. That is what kept her cool this whole time. 'I hope it does go out like that,' she thought.

[The-Master 1,176]

He raised his hoof, pointing towards Jabber. "Maybe if this one wasn't so immature..." Lance stopped himself before getting carried away. "I mean, I will make an effort if everypony else does. There's only so much racking up I can take before I lose my temper." Lance avoided looking at any of the others before casting his axe back to the door. "How soon can we leave?"

[Standard User 2,127]

"We leave now!" Jabber said, following Rambler down the long path to the Castle of the Moon. 

(OOC: I'm assuming the CotM is the castle in the Everfree?)

 

Jabber turned to Lance. "Look, soldier boy. I'm not immature. You just have a stick way, way, way too far up your...well, you know." He winked playfully at Lance. "But if we're gonna work together, we need to find some common ground or I'll strangle you in your sleep. Or cuddle with you in your sleep. I haven't decided yet."

Chug-a-luggin' on the Awkward Train here, and the weather is lovely.

 

[The-Master 1,176]

Lance adjusted the strap around is neck uncomfortably, looking a bit stressed from the situation. "What did we just talk about? If you're just going to be a idiot then.." He held his tongue. "Never mind, let's just get out of here before I have to part with anymore heirlooms. These ponies never seem happy."

[Standard User 2,127]

Jabber scoffed. Promiscuous he was, yes. Dashing, of course. The argument could be made that he was a dirty scoundrel, but that was beside the point. 

 

One thing Jabber was NOT, however, was an idiot.

 

"Okay, then, meathead..." Jabber said through gritted teeth as he kicked a pebble off into a bush beside the path. "Let's just call a truce before someone says something they'll regret. How about it?" Jabber asked with genuine interest, turning to look at Lance.

[The-Master 1,176]

Lance turned to face Jabber, a sharp edge to his words. "Listen here, I am making an effort to...  Just shut up before I really start to get cross. I've had about enough of your ridiculous and unnecessary comments. Maybe if you could manage that then there would be a chance we could get along, but it seems you insist on being a dimwit."

[Standard User 2,127]

Jabber paused just long enough to rub the bridge of his nose. "Okay, fine. Whaddya want me to say, sorry? Fine, sorry." He picked up his pace so he could walk next to Rambler. "I'm telling ya', pal," Jabber said, leaning into the larger pony, "SOME ponies are just so rude!"

[Alex Kennedy 1,228]

@@Kolth,

 

Rambler turned to Jabber and nodded.

 

"He may not be the most pleasant company, but we're stuck with him. And I think he'll prove himself to be quite useful if we have to fight at some point. Just try not to get on each other's nerves too much, okay? The last thing we need is a fight breaking out between the two of you."

[Silverwisp the Bard 2,354]

While talking, you make your way through the towering city gates and onto the broad road winding twice around Mount Canterlot  to the planes below. Lance’s mood is lifted slightly at the sight of Jabber’s squirming, when a cart heading up the mountain forces you to pass it close to the edge.

By the time you reach ground level, the sun is close to its zenith. The sky is clear, though the blue and grey banners hung from some mountainsides and the city of Clousdale high above show that there will be rain later on.

As you pass the docks, one of the ferryponies, a calls out to you.

“Oy, where are ya headed?”

Edited February 2, 2013 by Silverwisp the Bard