North King
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OOC: Cliche stories FTW!
Shadows from the flickering candlelight threw the whole pub into a dark, gloomy air. Murmured conversations were flittering through the air from people practiced in the art of talking so only the people who they intended to hear could hear; the clink of glasses covered the rest of it, along with the slosh of ale, the chugging of throats. It was a quiet place, all in all. That is, when there wasnt a gunfight going on.
The Basque leaned in closer. And so your suggestion is... To create a new nation, then? A new nation under governmental rule, in the American continent?
Belízan eyed the Basque closely. Yes. That is my plan. A vassal kingdom of Spain, or France, or Portugalwhoever would support our plan. We would rule in their name, on the northwest coast of the American continent. It is a rich land, I am told, fertile, green, and rugged.
Much like the lands of my home. Juan Erostarbe closed his eyes, thinking. Diego sensed it would be better to wait for him to reply. A silence, an eternity. A commotion broke out in the other end of the bar, where two men were pummeling each other. The bartender moved to break up the fight, when a Moor stood, apparently angry that one of his servants had been attacked. A heated discussion flew, of which Belízan could only catch snatches of.
I will follow you to this land, this Columbia. With luck, I can even convince my friends to come as well; us Basques have a certain talent for such things as shipbuilding and metalworking. And my friends work in the shipyards of Vizcaya. If they will follow us there, why, then your attempt will have a much greater chance of success. Perhaps the Spanish government will even be happier to give us the money and run, a few less Basques is a prospect they should welcome. When Erostarbe smiled, God killed a kitten. But at least it was sincere. Yes. I will follow you to this land. And perhaps we Basques can even build something of a new home for ourselves.
Indeed... Belízan was happy that the Basque had agreed to come, of course. He was an experienced soldier, and had many a friend he could call on for his part; he would greatly aid Belízans expedition. And he was a fearsome warrior, never forget that... But his mind was focused on something else. The Moor was arguing with the bartender more and more furiously. Belízan noticed a sword at the belt of the Moor. Perhaps this man was a soldier, much like him.
Erostarbe, look at that Moor. Does he have the look of a mercenary to you as well?
The Basque turned, and took in the Moor. I have heard tales of that one... An exiled prince from Morocco he is. Ten times more fierce than any other man Ive heard of... and just as penniless. Hed be a good one for your expedition, I suppose, better than some others I can think of. But not a man youd want to confront when hes drunk, which I think he is...
Indeed. Have you any other suggestions for men to approach?
Me? No, Im just a Basque, you know. We have few friends around. He winked at Diego, who smiled a little.
Then I shall take my leave for the nonce. I will contact you again when it is pertinent.
Farewell.
Shadows from the flickering candlelight threw the whole pub into a dark, gloomy air. Murmured conversations were flittering through the air from people practiced in the art of talking so only the people who they intended to hear could hear; the clink of glasses covered the rest of it, along with the slosh of ale, the chugging of throats. It was a quiet place, all in all. That is, when there wasnt a gunfight going on.
The Basque leaned in closer. And so your suggestion is... To create a new nation, then? A new nation under governmental rule, in the American continent?
Belízan eyed the Basque closely. Yes. That is my plan. A vassal kingdom of Spain, or France, or Portugalwhoever would support our plan. We would rule in their name, on the northwest coast of the American continent. It is a rich land, I am told, fertile, green, and rugged.
Much like the lands of my home. Juan Erostarbe closed his eyes, thinking. Diego sensed it would be better to wait for him to reply. A silence, an eternity. A commotion broke out in the other end of the bar, where two men were pummeling each other. The bartender moved to break up the fight, when a Moor stood, apparently angry that one of his servants had been attacked. A heated discussion flew, of which Belízan could only catch snatches of.
I will follow you to this land, this Columbia. With luck, I can even convince my friends to come as well; us Basques have a certain talent for such things as shipbuilding and metalworking. And my friends work in the shipyards of Vizcaya. If they will follow us there, why, then your attempt will have a much greater chance of success. Perhaps the Spanish government will even be happier to give us the money and run, a few less Basques is a prospect they should welcome. When Erostarbe smiled, God killed a kitten. But at least it was sincere. Yes. I will follow you to this land. And perhaps we Basques can even build something of a new home for ourselves.
Indeed... Belízan was happy that the Basque had agreed to come, of course. He was an experienced soldier, and had many a friend he could call on for his part; he would greatly aid Belízans expedition. And he was a fearsome warrior, never forget that... But his mind was focused on something else. The Moor was arguing with the bartender more and more furiously. Belízan noticed a sword at the belt of the Moor. Perhaps this man was a soldier, much like him.
Erostarbe, look at that Moor. Does he have the look of a mercenary to you as well?
The Basque turned, and took in the Moor. I have heard tales of that one... An exiled prince from Morocco he is. Ten times more fierce than any other man Ive heard of... and just as penniless. Hed be a good one for your expedition, I suppose, better than some others I can think of. But not a man youd want to confront when hes drunk, which I think he is...
Indeed. Have you any other suggestions for men to approach?
Me? No, Im just a Basque, you know. We have few friends around. He winked at Diego, who smiled a little.
Then I shall take my leave for the nonce. I will contact you again when it is pertinent.
Farewell.
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