RPG:God Save the King Southwark Members Club

RPG:God Save the King Southwark Members Club

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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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...
 
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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
 
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.
 
"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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
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?"
 
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.
 
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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.

ooc: Dammit so close, lol.

This time, Thomas didn't step back as he had done with the previous attacks. Instead he lunged forwards, twisting his body to avoid the incoming blade, hoping to surprise Tom with the sudden change of tactics.

The ruse failed. Thomas' blade cut through thin air, a mere whisker away from his opponents cheek. He grunted as he felt an impact on his ribs, momentarily knocking the wind from his lungs.

Realising he is beaten, he drops his sword to the ground and bows to his opponent.


"It seems you have bested me good sir. A fine display I must say: I was completely outclassed. And I suppose that means I owe you for a membership".

He motions for one of his servants, who comes over with a small bag of gold.

"Well, here you go, one full membership if you please. Do you have any guards of your own by the way? Now that your business is growing, it will be important for you to protect your gold and valuables. I would be happy to lend you 10 of my men at arms if you require them, to act as guards, though obviously when the army is on campaign I would need them back with me".
 
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.

"You did me a great service, they were all intact, and well worth more than the 40 florins. If you ever need a favour, or a gift of any sort, just ask and I am sure myself and Oxford could sort it out.. So whats the point of this club?"
 
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.

Jennifer looked up at the servants words... Then quickly back as her companion fell... She jumped on him slapping his face...

"Wake up you rogue... Dont leave me here bored... Grrr" She stopped in a grump...
 
ooc: Dammit so close, lol.

This time, Thomas didn't step back as he had done with the previous attacks. Instead he lunged forwards, twisting his body to avoid the incoming blade, hoping to surprise Tom with the sudden change of tactics.

The ruse failed. Thomas' blade cut through thin air, a mere whisker away from his opponents cheek. He grunted as he felt an impact on his ribs, momentarily knocking the wind from his lungs.

Realising he is beaten, he drops his sword to the ground and bows to his opponent.


"It seems you have bested me good sir. A fine display I must say: I was completely outclassed. And I suppose that means I owe you for a membership".

He motions for one of his servants, who comes over with a small bag of gold.

"Well, here you go, one full membership if you please. Do you have any guards of your own by the way? Now that your business is growing, it will be important for you to protect your gold and valuables. I would be happy to lend you 10 of my men at arms if you require them, to act as guards, though obviously when the army is on campaign I would need them back with me".

Tom was smiling widely, he'd immensely enjoyed that match, and was pleased that it had gone so well for him. He'd been in control for the whole match and only one point had been scored against him, more his own mistake than the opponents ability - it was a good lesson though, at any given time, anyone can beat anyone else, whether though luck, distraction, or arrogance, and Tom mentally told himself to bare it in mind more the next time he practised.

Forgive me Baron Thomas. But i am seeing to my own guards. As a leader of men, i'm sure you'll understand the desire to only have people you know well and trust guarding your valuables. While i have no reason to doubt you or your men, the fact they would remain loyal to you, and not to myself or my own goals is something i would prefer to avoid.

"You did me a great service, they were all intact, and well worth more than the 40 florins. If you ever need a favour, or a gift of any sort, just ask and I am sure myself and Oxford could sort it out.. So whats the point of this club?"

It is a place to practice with weapons, i employ experienced tutors who oversee the practice and provide pointers, or corrections to help improve the members techniques, while the other members provide unique sessions each time someone trains, rather than simply practising against the same few people - and learning their mistakes. The idea is to provide a social place where people can train and improve.

Jennifer looked up at the servants words... Then quickly back as her companion fell... She jumped on him slapping his face...

"Wake up you rogue... Dont leave me here bored... Grrr" She stopped in a grump...

Tom was trying hard not to laugh at the unconscious man. He had the feeling that he was a servant, or someone appointed as a companion to the girl, and not entirely able to say no to her. An unpleasant situation to be in when the master was bored and determined to cause trouble.

If you are bored mylady, i am sure there are more interesting things to do than sit in this room drinking brandy?


Aloysius lunged toward the younger man.


OOC: whatever you say, fella. :bigboss:

Tom took the thrust gently, barely moving aside and seeming to not be in the same place any more. The footwork his father had spent so much time perfecting seeing to come naturally to the fourteen year old - though it belied a lot of practice. Guiding the thrust to one side, he returned with a thrust of his own, not overly committed, the reach of the blade meant he could test the guards reflex's easily without letting his guard down. Watching as the guard took the blade, he reverses his thrust into an underhand cut. An odd move the underhand cut, it tended to leave the attacker very open to attack, and was hard to put power behind, but Tom was willing to risk it as he continued to test his opponent, relying on his footwork to escape if need be.

Raglan 17 (+2) 19
KoS 13
 
Tom was smiling widely, he'd immensely enjoyed that match, and was pleased that it had gone so well for him. He'd been in control for the whole match and only one point had been scored against him, more his own mistake than the opponents ability - it was a good lesson though, at any given time, anyone can beat anyone else, whether though luck, distraction, or arrogance, and Tom mentally told himself to bare it in mind more the next time he practised.

Forgive me Baron Thomas. But i am seeing to my own guards. As a leader of men, i'm sure you'll understand the desire to only have people you know well and trust guarding your valuables. While i have no reason to doubt you or your men, the fact they would remain loyal to you, and not to myself or my own goals is something i would prefer to avoid.

"There's no need to ask for forgiveness, I understand completely. You've earned my respect with that fight, so if there's anything else I can do in the future to help your business, then feel free to ask".

"For now, I think I will retire to the bar. I need to cool off a little after that fight, and I have quite an ache in my shoulder that I'm sure a good brandy will help to alleviate".
 
Tom was trying hard not to laugh at the unconscious man. He had the feeling that he was a servant, or someone appointed as a companion to the girl, and not entirely able to say no to her. An unpleasant situation to be in when the master was bored and determined to cause trouble.

If you are bored mylady, i am sure there are more interesting things to do than sit in this room drinking brandy?

Jennifer looked up again...

"Really... What?" She said rudely... "Just who the hell are you anyway..."
 
"There's no need to ask for forgiveness, I understand completely. You've earned my respect with that fight, so if there's anything else I can do in the future to help your business, then feel free to ask".

"For now, I think I will retire to the bar. I need to cool off a little after that fight, and I have quite an ache in my shoulder that I'm sure a good brandy will help to alleviate".

Tom chuckled at the good natured baron.

Jennifer looked up again...

"Really... What?" She said rudely... "Just who the hell are you anyway..."

Executing a perfect bow, one of equal bowing to equal - something which was strictly speaking true, though she had no way of knowing it - Tom introduced himself.

Tom Welsh, complete rascal and owner of this fine establishment.
 
It is a place to practice with weapons, i employ experienced tutors who oversee the practice and provide pointers, or corrections to help improve the members techniques, while the other members provide unique sessions each time someone trains, rather than simply practising against the same few people - and learning their mistakes. The idea is to provide a social place where people can train and improve.

"I bloody well hope you serve drinks too.."

He laughed
 
Executing a perfect bow, one of equal bowing to equal - something which was strictly speaking true, though she had no way of knowing it - Tom introduced himself.

Tom Welsh, complete rascal and owner of this fine establishment.

The introduction checked her for a second... She had thought this man was a servant but it turns out she was wrong... She paused before responding looking the man up and down closely...

"You own this club? I find that hard to believe... You almost dressed in rags..." Tom's clothes were far from rags... But Jennifer was used to absolute luxury so in her eyes they were...
 

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