Long weekend and no Weekend DE? This will not do!

[bjornwilde]

So let's test drive pups as we've got a new App cycle coming! Also, it's been a couple of weeks since we've had one.

HOW TO PLAY:

* Tag into this post with a pup you're thinking of apping to the bar with a brief EP set within Milliways and/or its universe. You can be new to the game, or simply want to test out a fresh pup.

* If you already play at Milliways, feel free to tag in with your own characters and interact with the new pups. You can also post your own EPs for these new characters to thread with.

* Mingle, post, and have fun!

Comments

[common_sellsword]

Bronn shrugs, his face set in a placid neutrality.

"Soldiering is no craft for those that don't have stomach." He smirks a little, though, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. "But with the things you hear, I'm not all too sure the Queen's service is the safest place to be right now."

[the_huntsman]

"Working for her isn't soldiering," the Huntsman mutters, face dark. "Mercenaries and brigands, all of them." He'd been a soldier, once. In a different army. "She's got her own army to do the fighting. S'just the dirty work she needs people for." Like murdering innocent women in their homes. Beating children for the fun of it. The Huntsman had seen much worse, but he didn't care to think of it, let alone speak of it, now. He wasn't nearly drunk enough for that.

[common_sellsword]

Bronn smiles faintly at hearing mercenaries and brigands mentioned in the same breath. Not the first time, won't be the last, but he still finds it quietly amusing.

"I take it you don't think highly of men who do soldiering for a pay, friend." He hasn't done much murdering of innocents. Beating people for fun yes, children once or twice, even. Worse things, probably, though he doesn't let much of that shine through.

[the_huntsman]

The Huntsman grinned. "Nothing wrong with fighting for money, friend." There was the slightest stress on that last word. The Huntsman wasn't anyone's friend, and anyone who called him 'friend' likely bore him ill will.

"I don't think highly of men who work for the Queen. There's mercenaries, and then there's mercenaries." Just as there were hunters, and Hunters.

[common_sellsword]

Bronn had learned long ago that men who are going to react badly to being addressed as 'friend' probably were wary about you in the first place, whereas it can appease some others. He grins thinly back at the Huntsman. He has a certain liking for men who keep grudges. They keep men like him occupied.

"A sentiment I can agree with." Of course, their definitions of what makes a mercenary or a mercenary are probably wildly different.

"I'm Bronn." He nods curtly.

[the_huntsman]

"Eric," the Huntsman replies, nodding back. He stands up on his stool long enough to lean over the bar, grabbing the nearest bottle and tossing another coin onto the counter in payment. It's a deep red wine, and he grabs two empty pewter goblets, placing them down on the bar.

"Since magic ale seems to disagree with you..." he fills the goblets, then slides one towards Bronn.

"To getting paid," he says, lifting his glass in a toast.

[common_sellsword]

"I can agree with someone and not trust him in the least. Same with mead, I guess." Bronn smiles crookedly, taking the goblet and raising it in toast.

"To living long enough to spend it."