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"Let us find their chieftain and put him to the task. I will not waste my strength on such an unworthy foe."
Brian will walk into the room without sneaking, as he is not a thief.
"Chivalry is how you tell the weak man from the strong." says Brian before stalking in the direction of the goblins.
Brian will watch for treeline for aggressors.
Brian will move in, gag and then tie one up.
"I've heard of worse plans, although it does seem unsporting."
Brian moves towards the front, shield at the ready.
"That could, in fact, be the way that they used to take the castle."
Brian will collect his three remaining ales, drop some coin on the table, and make his way to the basement.
"Bring me 6 ales!" after a moment he adds "Oh, and some bread, too." turning to the group, he says "So, how shall we deal with these goblins? any thoughts?"
"Aye, an ale or two would not be amiss."
"Easy all. We should save our ardor for our foes, not each other. In my land, When two men have been blooded together, the see each other as brothers. Should we not behave in a manner more befitting such a bond?"
"I believe that we will not be entering the portal; Even if we must, who besides us is capable of doing so? 'Screw your courage to the sticking place' as my grandmother would say."
"It sounds like the spawn of the devil. It should be cleansed from this earth." said Brian, the first time he had said anything seriously since you had met him
"Nothing like a pint and warm fire to really celebrate a long voyage!"
"Friend Artegallio, you seem to know the land here quite well. Do you know the way to Cantebury from here?"
"Yes, the sea tried to take me, but she couldn't contain me!"
"quite a nice day for a bit of a walk. So tell us, your hi'hness, how did you come to be stranded out here all alone?"
"Come, your highness, we'd best be about getting back to the ship."
Laughing like a madman, Brian will pick up and headbutt one of the goblins and then watch as he stumbles about.
Brian will finish his climb and scream something in his native language at the goblins. Irish Gaelic: "You stand before a true knight of the lord!"
Brian moves to the base of the cliff and immediately begins climbing, his muscles bulging as he springs from handhold to handhold.
Brian begins singing in Gaelic while charging up the hill towards the goblins.
"Fear not, serrah orc, While the sea wished to make but friends with me, in the end she knew that she could not contain me, so she set me free to be about my business" says Brian while rowing like a madman.
Brian is so focused on rowing that he is paying no attention to the world around him.
Brian will climb into the dhingy and help row to shore.
Brian will swim to the rope like the drowning man he is.
Slamming into the icy cold water, Brian actually dives down a bit to avoid getting sucked into the wake of the ship.
Kicking off like the strong swimmer he is, Brian surfaces about a yard away from the boat, and begins trying to get attention from the people on the ship.
As the storm begins to blow in, Brian will put away his carving materials and find some rope to tie himself off to the ship with.
"Fear not Amos, I have a steady hand and managed to whittle during the voyage to The Holy Land, so I should be fine whittling back."
Brian, after eating a hearty breakfast at the inn, clambers onto the ship, finds a comfortable and out of the way spot, and begins whittling with a small paring knife.
"Mi name is Brian Mac Lugh, Ui Briain, Knight of the Emerald Isle. Tis a pleasure to make yur quaintance, Sir Gardener. Pull up a wench, grab a seat, and share a pint." Like a good drunken lecher, he will grab the rear of one of the French wenches as they go by, then give them his most charming smile when they turn to look at him.
"Worry not little one. I will keep you safe. I'm headed to London, but only as a waypoint on my way home. You're welcome to ride with me as far as London."
[ooc]Fortunately, the first thing to go when you're drinking is your sense of taste....also, it's better than drinking no alcohol, which a lot of Templars experienced (as quite a few places in the holy lands were anti-alcohol).
"I do so enjoy a ruckus. And a fair maiden, to boot? What Godly man could say no to that?"
Saints preserve us! A heathen! My goal for brian personality wise is to be the kinda person who has a really strong love of life. The crusades were not exactly kind to him, as you can imagine.
"an a good e'ening to you as well, ser. Would you care to join us for a pint?"
"who's mocking faith? Anyone with eyes can see that the world is in a sorry shape. We have kings kidnapping kings, normans and Saxons at war, war in the land o' the Scots, and the crusades. Taking back the holy land is the duty of all Godly men. I'm not saying otherwise. But you would have to be blind not to see the suffering that is going on around you."
"Don't get me wrong greenskin, I'm your man in a tussle, but I don't have an army, and I don't have that much money, so what I do have is two choices. I can sit here, be miserable, and make everyone miserable around me with my cac meon. Or, I can try to help people forgot that the world outside is doing it's Christian best to tear itself apart, if only for a few hours or an evening. Which sounds more Christian to you?" |