Southwark Members Club

[Raglan]

A rudely stamp'd, arrogant, wolfish looking man, with a well trimmed beard and a elegant moustache, arrived at the 'Club'. He introduced himself as Mortimer to the guards, and asked for entrance...

ooc; guards? theres a receptionist i guess, but i've never really said nothing about guards

ic; The man he introduces himself to nods politely, and begins to explain the memberships for the club (i really can't be bothered to type it all again!)

Jennifer rolled her eyes...

"Lady Jennifer... Of the Royal House of O'Hagan..." She was known throughout O'Hagans holdings as being a spoilt brat... Even to the point that she insisted in using the Royal title before the house indicating back to the times of the King Timothy's... She was a brat... But she was also known to be the darling of her father...

ooc: basically want to play a brat character haha...

ooc; excelent. I think i may have found my next wife!

ic; The man smiled and replied.

Certainly my lady. If you will please follow me?

ooc: my character's called Thomas. Lucky rolls, lol.

Thomas attempts to block the strike but, underestimating the child's ability, fails to evade in time, and the blow catches him low in the ribs.

Once he has regained his breath, he goes on the attack, launching a series of quick slashes at his opponents chest.

ooc; i was going to rp it as close, with me just jumping out of the way, or perhaps failing and getting hit depending on the rolls, but after that roll, i think it more proper to embarrass you.

ic; Each time the baron (less confussing than refering to you by name!) made a cut or thrust, he seemed to find that Tom wasn't there to take it. Effortlessly moving to one side or another Tom rarely even used his blade to block, only every lightly touching the attacking sword to parry if needed. After several moments of this, while his opponent wore himself out somewhat, Tom switched styles, allowing his training in Falrey rather than York to take over. All of a sudden Tom let loose a direct, and very strong attack. Slapping the suprised Baron with the flat of his sword and knocking him to his feet. In a real sword fight it was more than possible that the barons shoulders would have been cut from his body, but with the blunted weapons he simply went flying. Backing off Tom waits for him to regain his feet.

The practice ones, pray.

OOC: whatever you like.

Tom smiled, and walked out onto the floor. Again picking up his favoured bastard sword. He liked it as a weapon. Though less flexible than the dual swords he'd been brought up to use, its length and weight lended itself perfectly for less perfect strikes than the dual blades required. He waits for the guard to take his weapons, and begin the match.

[KoS]

Tom smiled, and walked out onto the floor. Again picking up his favoured bastard sword. He liked it as a weapon. Though less flexible than the dual swords he'd been brought up to use, its length and weight lended itself perfectly for less perfect strikes than the dual blades required. He waits for the guard to take his weapons, and begin the match.

Aloysius selected a blunted sword and surrendered his weapons to the guard.

[Raglan]

Aloysius selected a blunted sword and surrendered his weapons to the guard.

Tom settled back into a defensive stance and waited.

ooc; i assume your okay with me rolling?

[Stildawn]

ooc; excelent. I think i may have found my next wife!

ic; The man smiled and replied.

Certainly my lady. If you will please follow me?

She scoffed and followed the clerk... The man with her followed sheepishly... Not used to being demanding in such places... Or even at all...

[Raglan]

Tom was seated eating as she walked past. Finding himself admiring her backside, he wondered just what the two were doing in the club. He doubted somehow that either was here for sword practice.

Deciding to follow up his curiosity, he decides to go and have a look. He can always say that he was simply ensuring that the room was up to standard, and he hadn't been aware of anyone using it.

[Stildawn]

The clerk leaves them alone in the O'Hagan Room... Secured by O'Hagans men and coin it was one of if not the most splendid room in the establishment...

Jennifer twirled around in delight at the private enclave... There was the Ivory Rose... But fathers men were always there... But this new place she doubted her Father would have men here...

The sheepish man was still nervous but was easily lead by the strong willed and gorgeous Jennifer... Who could resist her he kept telling himself...

Jennifer picked up some brandy... The bottle was older than her and she new it was very expensive... The price of which was more than most Knights would earn in their entire lives... But she did not care... Father wouldnt even notice the sum... Uncorking the bottle she took a large swig... Before setting her eyes back on her companion...

OOC: You can RP the next part how every you like dude lol.

[Raglan]

The clerk leaves them alone in the O'Hagan Room... Secured by O'Hagans men and coin it was one of if not the most splendid room in the establishment...

Jennifer twirled around in delight at the private enclave... There was the Ivory Rose... But fathers men were always there... But this new place she doubted her Father would have men here...

The sheepish man was still nervous but was easily lead by the strong willed and gorgeous Jennifer... Who could resist her he kept telling himself...

Jennifer picked up some brandy... The bottle was older than her and she new it was very expensive... The price of which was more than most Knights would earn in their entire lives... But she did not care... Father wouldnt even notice the sum... Uncorking the bottle she took a large swig... Before setting her eyes back on her companion...

OOC: You can RP the next part how every you like dude lol.

Tom walked along the corridor. Before coming to the rooms that were exclusively for the O'Hagan's. He had been reluctant to set them aside for just the Duke, but couldn't think why. The Club's membership was not large enough yet to miss them, and keeping the favour of such a powerful noble - Tom was able to reflect in the irony of this, well aware that his father would never have courted favours in this manner - especially one who owned London was certainly wise. Still, he was reluctant, though he could not place why.

Entering the rooms he simply walks in, heading towards the centre of the room, before seeing the young lady and her friend on one of the couches of to the side. They appeared to be drinking rather heavily - part of Tom admired the ability to drink brandy like that, he'd have been fully drunk already. At the thought of drink, his shoulder throbbed, the wound he received from the Ship Tavern still hurting him slightly.

[Tim1988]

ooc; i was going to rp it as close, with me just jumping out of the way, or perhaps failing and getting hit depending on the rolls, but after that roll, i think it more proper to embarrass you.

ic; Each time the baron (less confussing than refering to you by name!) made a cut or thrust, he seemed to find that Tom wasn't there to take it. Effortlessly moving to one side or another Tom rarely even used his blade to block, only every lightly touching the attacking sword to parry if needed. After several moments of this, while his opponent wore himself out somewhat, Tom switched styles, allowing his training in Falrey rather than York to take over. All of a sudden Tom let loose a direct, and very strong attack. Slapping the suprised Baron with the flat of his sword and knocking him to his feet. In a real sword fight it was more than possible that the barons shoulders would have been cut from his body, but with the blunted weapons he simply went flying. Backing off Tom waits for him to regain his feet.

ooc: Great start, lol.

Pain coursed through Thomas' shoulder from the blow. Grimacing, he gets back to his feet, flexing his shoulders, trying to loosen them. This was starting to get embarrassing, and he just hoped that no one he knew was watching.

"Seems like I may need to make use of your trainers more than I realised"

He began to edge forwards, sword held out away from his body. This time he would try and save his energy more, only striking when he saw a clear opening in his opponents defences.

[Major Darling]

Henry Montgomery asked at the lobby for Mr. Raglan, he passed them his signet ring, that of the Chancery.. He then sat down to wait

[Stildawn]

Tom walked along the corridor. Before coming to the rooms that were exclusively for the O'Hagan's. He had been reluctant to set them aside for just the Duke, but couldn't think why. The Club's membership was not large enough yet to miss them, and keeping the favour of such a powerful noble - Tom was able to reflect in the irony of this, well aware that his father would never have courted favours in this manner - especially one who owned London was certainly wise. Still, he was reluctant, though he could not place why.

Entering the rooms he simply walks in, heading towards the centre of the room, before seeing the young lady and her friend on one of the couches of to the side. They appeared to be drinking rather heavily - part of Tom admired the ability to drink brandy like that, he'd have been fully drunk already. At the thought of drink, his shoulder throbbed, the wound he received from the Ship Tavern still hurting him slightly.

Jennifer looked up suddenly as the man entered... He didnt look overly wealthy so he must be a servant... She thought...

"Good... I want a roast.... Pork... And some Spanish wine..." Her words were beginning to slur... She was used to expensive drink when her father allowed her... He was never willing to let her drink in excess... But her father wasnt here she smiled to herself... She wasnt drunk yet... But knew as with the nature of hard spirits... It would come on hard and fast...

"And do you have any musicians?" She barked out...

[Stildawn]

ooc: Great start, lol.

Pain coursed through Thomas' shoulder from the blow. Grimacing, he gets back to his feet, flexing his shoulders, trying to loosen them. This was starting to get embarrassing, and he just hoped that no one he knew was watching.

"Seems like I may need to make use of your trainers more than I realised"

He began to edge forwards, sword held out away from his body. This time he would try and save his energy more, only striking when he saw a clear opening in his opponents defences.

ooc: I would have blamed it on the unknown swords lol

Raglan: 8+2=10
Tim: 12

[Raglan]

ooc: Great start, lol.

Pain coursed through Thomas' shoulder from the blow. Grimacing, he gets back to his feet, flexing his shoulders, trying to loosen them. This was starting to get embarrassing, and he just hoped that no one he knew was watching.

"Seems like I may need to make use of your trainers more than I realised"

He began to edge forwards, sword held out away from his body. This time he would try and save his energy more, only striking when he saw a clear opening in his opponents defences.

Tom chuckled.

I wouldn't offer free memberships to those that can best me if i didn't have some ability.

Alas, his moment of distraction while speaking meant he let his guard down slightly, and the baron swiftly took advantage of that, touching him for the first time. Smiling again, Tom focus' on the match once more and gets more serious. Going in high with a feint.

Henry Montgomery asked at the lobby for Mr. Raglan, he passed them his signet ring, that of the Chancery.. He then sat down to wait

He is politely informed that no such person is known here at the members club.

ooc; seriously dude, not cool, you don't know who i am.

Jennifer looked up suddenly as the man entered... He didnt look overly wealthy so he must be a servant... She thought...

"Good... I want a roast.... Pork... And some Spanish wine..." Her words were beginning to slur... She was used to expensive drink when her father allowed her... He was never willing to let her drink in excess... But her father wasnt here she smiled to herself... She wasnt drunk yet... But knew as with the nature of hard spirits... It would come on hard and fast...

"And do you have any musicians?" She barked out...

Tom smiled at the girl. She clearly thought him a servant of some sorts. Though Tom reflected to himself, most of his staff were actually better dressed than he is. He should see to some new clothes at some point.

My appologies for interupting. I shall see to that at once.

Tom turns to leave,

You should be careful with that brandy, its probably stronger than your used to.

To put proof to Toms words, her friend chose that moment to fall over sideways, passed out from the strong drink.

[Major Darling]

I meant welsh, sorry

[Raglan]

I meant welsh, sorry

He is shown to Tom, who is sitting on the balcony watching those who are training.

[Major Darling]

"Mr. Welsh.."

Henry takes a seat,

"I trust all is well.. This establishment is certainly fine, your business must be going well."

[Raglan]

"Mr. Welsh.."

Henry takes a seat,

"I trust all is well.. This establishment is certainly fine, your business must be going well."

Tom, seeing who his guest was rose to his feet.

Mylord.

Everything is well thank you mylord.

ooc; we were in the middle of the yorkshire books rp, but you disappeared, i'm going to assume it all got done fine.

[Tim1988]

Tom chuckled.

I wouldn't offer free memberships to those that can best me if i didn't have some ability.

Alas, his moment of distraction while speaking meant he let his guard down slightly, and the baron swiftly took advantage of that, touching him for the first time. Smiling again, Tom focus' on the match once more and gets more serious. Going in high with a feint.

Thomas smiled, as he finally got a hit in. He continued to keep his sword held out away from him, using his greater height and reach to prevent the boy from getting too close, and mereley stepping back when an atack came. The two fighters circled each other slowly, each searching for an opening.

[Raglan]

Thomas smiled, as he finally got a hit in. He continued to keep his sword held out away from him, using his greater height and reach to prevent the boy from getting too close, and mereley stepping back when an atack came. The two fighters circled each other slowly, each searching for an opening.

Tom focused on his movement again. He was starting to feel the strain, having been training quite intensely for several hours before this match. His perifal vision realised that several others were watching this match, but ignoring them Tom made another attack.

Raglan 3 (+2) = 5
Tim 5

lol, lets reroll,

Raglan 15 (+2) = 17
Tim 16

close but thats my third point, i will win.

[Major Darling]

Tom, seeing who his guest was rose to his feet.

Mylord.

Everything is well thank you mylord.

ooc; we were in the middle of the yorkshire books rp, but you disappeared, i'm going to assume it all got done fine.

OOC: You didnt start the rp, just said you were going to leave, and that was for a few days while I was still around


"Been up to Yorkshire recently, Mr. Welsh?"

[Raglan]

OOC: You didnt start the rp, just said you were going to leave, and that was for a few days while I was still around


"Been up to Yorkshire recently, Mr. Welsh?"

ooc; I was going to rp it, but you disappeared. And i can't be bothered now.

Not since i fetched those texts mylord. Your scribes seemed grateful to get them again.