With the party getting started below, Jon expected to see Kitten come out any second. Several times he turned around at the sound of her door opening to see another flustered servant scurry out, or dart inside looking apprehensive - almost like they had bad news to deliver. A loud crash from within the room made Jon jump, looking at Kitten's door with his head tilted to one side as if staring at the door would tell him what was going on inside. A second louder crash from within had Jon headed inside to find out what was happening, but a pair of servants exiting the room held up their hands, and waved him back to his place by the railing. Even Sapphira had left the room looking chased, although her cornered expression turned to a bright knowing smile as soon as the door slammed behind her. She looked apologetically at Jon before heading back down to the party below.

Elliott ran out of the room looking afraid, and chastised in equal parts. Elliott was followed almost immediately by a servant, who corralled the boy into another room and closed the door. Jon didn't know why the boy looked afraid, or chastised for that matter. All he really wanted to know is when Kitten was going to come out of that door. Turning back to the party below, Jon barely got settled when he heard the door open behind him again. This time he didn't even bother to turn around, just waited people watching the crowd below. Then he heard Kitten's voice behind him, calling his name. Jon smiled, 'Finally.' he thought as he turned around. When he first saw her his thoughts changed instantly, 'She is completely, and totally worth the wait.'

Knowing Kitten would feed off his attention he took his time looking her over, not leering as she's probably used to, but admiring as one might a fine sculpture. From her tiny red slippers which barely covered her feet, up past the flared out red satin before tightening in around her waist. The bejeweled bodice, decorated with gold ribbon cinching both the dress and her body. The curve of her breasts only partially covered, and amplified by the bodice showed what some would consider an improper amount of cleavage. That dress would be of mixed use in a negotiation. Good because it would surely distract any man around her, but bad because Jon could see every breath Kitten took. Jon just barely managed to maintain his expression, holding in a laugh, 'How could I ever think that would be a bad thing?' Jon noted the sleeves and the lace cuffs with his peripheral vision, but his focus was traveling from her cleavage, across the moon amulet, and up to her alluring lips. Jon stopped his inspection when his kindly blue eyes met the icy blue of hers, "A man could get lost in those eyes..." Jon spoke quietly, although that was meant to be a thought. Unaware of that slip Jon smiled, bringing out his best smile for the occasion, "You look ravishing Emmel-Kitten." Mentally shaking his head, 'That's just the way to start a date. I hope she doesn't mind me calling her by her true name.'

Extending my arm for Kitten to take, Jon responds with "Of course, I've been looking forward to the jealousy of every man in the room all day." when asked if he is ready. The horn sounds, and every eye in the building is suddenly trained on Jon and Kitten, well truth be told Jon would wager that half the men there didn't even see him. Keeping his best smile in place was harder than expected when he overheard some of the quietly said rude comments. Luckily they were drowned out by applause, cheers and complements. There was even a shouted marriage proposal which Jon really hoped was aimed at Kitten.

Watching Kitten work a room felt like watching a master artisan at his craft, were Kitten a painter, this would be her canvas. Jon savored the attention she gave him, knowing that soon enough she would be pulled away. When she leaned in close pressing herself to him, Jon almost missed her whispered message. Jon had to focus hard on her words, and not the warmth of her breath or her closeness. Holding her waist to prevent her from pulling back so he could respond, Jon whispered back, "I thank you Kitten, truly. You have placed me on a pedestal, when normally I would have been on the fringes - unnoticed." Kitten introduced Jon to various merchants, a few of which Jon had met while traveling with his family - though most were new to him. All of the community leaders, and all but one of the affluent men were new. Jon memorized their names, and titles forever watchful of new business opportunities. The mayor was a true test of Jon's patience, the man was clearly using meeting him to get to Kitten. The man leered openly, going so far as licking his lips while he spoke to her cleavage. Knowing that any business dealings in this area would be hampered severely if he offended this man, Jon held himself composed, but his smile shifted down to his least - barely passable in a social situation. The man latched onto Kittens hand, excusing himself for a dance. Jon didn't bother responding since the man didn't care what he thought anyway. Jon also thought the bloody mayor would have dragged her to the floor if she hadn't glided gracefully along with him.

Jon watched the mayor pawing all over Kitten, and bit back his anger at such a brute of a man. When Jon saw the man's hands slide down Kittens back, past her waist to grab a firm double handful of Kittens rear - he had to turn his mind to something else before he made a scene. Besides, Kitten seemed to have the fellow under control, and Jon could see three of the tavern's toughs splitting their attention between the two sisters. Jon switched from Kitten's garnish for the evening into a deal making merchant once again. Always prepared, Jon worked his way around the room speaking quietly to each of the tavern's servers, and the bartenders themselves. "Whenever I order a round of drinks, I would like you to switch mine to something that contains no alcohol. I'm not much of a drinker, and would like to keep my wits about me this evening so that I can better help Kitten." A few coins for the staff that show reluctance, and Jon heads back into the crowd.

Working his way through the people he met earlier Jon joined conversations, and dropped a few hints of future business. One fellow seemed open to a deal right here and now, and Jon was happy to oblige. Jon ordered a round from a server he had spoken with earlier, and set to working out the business details with his fellow merchant. As the busy server brought back their drinks, the two merchants had just finished shaking hands. Another deal secured, Jon offered a toast, "Here's to a long and profitable association!" Downing his water shot in one go, he coughed a little as if it were strong drink. Scanning the room to see if he missed anyone Jon nods, 'That is it for business, time for pleasure!'

Working his way through the crowd, Jon finds Sapphira remarkably alone for a moment and slips in beside her bowing. "Good evening Sapphira. I wanted to thank you for your hospitality, as such I got you a present." Jon reaches into his coat, and pulls out the dragon headed torc. "I saw your love for your anklet, and thought you might like this." Jon continues speaking with Sapphira for a few minutes before he feels a hand snaking up his side, and wrapping him arm. When the woman gestures to the bar, Jon nods, "It seems that your sister would like to speak with me Sapphira, would you do me the kindness of saving a dance for me?"

At the bar Jon greets Jodelle with a bow, "Jon please, or I will be forced to call you Mistress Belrose." Smiling, once again his second best smile, "This place is simply wonderful, a man could truly loose himself here, or a woman." Jon says indicating a clearly intoxicated woman on the dance floor. "I will not accept your apology, as there is nothing to forgive. I'm glad you're feeling better though. Would you like me to ask around my contacts, and see if I can't find you a concoction to make you feel better in the future?" Nodding at her response. "I am forced to once again refuses your kind offer. It has been my experience that if you come to a party on the arm of a woman, you should leave the party on the arm of that same woman." Gesturing to the bartender, "Can you bring me my package please." Jon takes a cloth wrapped bundle from the bartender, "Both to thank you for your hospitality, and to show you a kindness in return." Jon extends the wrapped bottle of oosquai to Jodelle.

Haus of Three Grand Re-Opening Celebration (Open to Everyone!!!) - link

Guild: which FL group does this RP belong to: Freebooters

Characters (Writers): Emmeline "Kitten" Belrose (Faun), Sapphira Lunetta "Pixie" Belrose (Badriyah), Jodelle "Buttercup" Belrose (Aurora), Jon Smythe (Delfon)

Summary: Introduction to the Haus of Three

Start date RP: Posted 01 March 2012 - 06:33 PM

End date RP: Ongoing

Jon knew the ladies had used their charms to distract him during their negotiations, but he didn't care. In fact it give him ideas for future business dealings. Jon filed a few ideas away for future consideration, 'A partnership of sorts, if I were to use this place as an office - give the ladies a cut, and have them help out negotiations either by plying my trading partners with charms or alcohol, or simply be around to distract them...' "I wouldn't dream of tasting anything before time, half the fun of most things is the anticipation before hand." Expecting a servant to lead him, Jon was surprised to be led upstairs by Jodelle herself. Jon suspected that she just wanted a minute or two alone to assess the man that was flirting with her sister. "Thank you Mistress Jodelle." Jon says formally, "I will ask if I require anything. The rooms are quite beautiful, as are the proprietors" After Jodelle left abruptly Jon pondered if Jodelle was nervous about tonight, with her abrupt departure, and the hint of tightness around the eyes. 'Perhaps nerves, or maybe illness? It might have been nothing at all, I'm not even sure I saw anything there.'

Having short hair makes it easy for Jon to get cleaned up quickly. First scrubbing the grime one collects while traveling off, and then washing with a standard non-scented soap. Once truly clean, Jon washes once more, this time using his own special blend of patchouli, lavender essential oils, and a hint of both vanilla and cinnamon. The overall effect of the mixture would be a heady, but decidedly masculine scent, with a hint of passion from the vanilla and cinnamon. The scents should last throughout the party as they will be absorbed into Jon's clothing. Dawning a simple pair of trousers, and a plain white tunic, Jon peeks into the hallway to make sure none of the sisters see him sneaking about. Waiting and watching the room Kitten went into for a servant to exit, Jon slips into the hallway and presses a coin into the servants hand. Quickly, and quietly asking a few questions about what Kitten would be wearing this evening, Jon thanks the servant, pressing another coin into their hand and requesting that they keep this conversation to themselves.

Jon heads back to his room - mind racing, 'I don't have anything with me that will go well with that.' Several ideas race through his mind, most quickly dashed, 'I could have something made - no time! I could buy a new outfit locally - no, it would have to be already made and altered to fit me, again no time!' Scanning across the collection of clothing he brought with him scattered across the bed. He has several pieces that would be perfect with only a splash of colour here, and a slight alteration there. The changes designed not to match Kittens outfit, but to complement it, making her stand out more whenever she was near him. Pulling out his writing box, Jon quickly unstops the ink pot, and set to work writing a note to the on staff seamstress. The note details the materials, and work needing to be done. As well as the reason he's requesting that she do the work in the first place. Lastly, an apology for the last minute request. Quickly sanding and blotting the page, careful not to smudge or smear the fresh ink Jon folds the page carefully to make it easier to conceal. Jon grabs a small pouch of coins, enough to more than offset the cost of both the materials and the work, and waits peeking into the hallway from the door once again. Jon is lucky today, the same servant is headed back to Kittens room. Elated, Jon steps into the hall and waves the servant over. Giving instructions to give both the pouch and the note to the seamstress without Kitten noticing Jon presses another coin into their hand.

Pacing back and forth across the room impatiently, not knowing if the seamstress would have time to even make the changes Jon requested, or if the servant got caught delivering the message ruining the surprise, or worse simply kept the money. Jon's thoughts were a jumble of twisted negativity until there was a quick knock at the door, followed by it opening and the seamstress entering without waiting on an answer, the requested materials tucked under her arm. "You're lucky you included your reasoning in your note Master Smythe. I don't have time to add another alteration to the list I already have, but your idea's will make Mistress Kitten look all the more ravishing so I will spare you a few minutes." Jon nodded in thanks, and gestured to the bed with his party clothes spread out upon them. Over the next twenty minutes Jon's clothing was transformed subtlety, a mixture of his own ideas, and those of the seamstress added together to make the perfect outfit to complement Kittens. Jon admired the seamstress while she was at her work, she was diligent and patient. Never rushing a stitch even though she was in a hurry. After the seamstress finished her work, Jon thanked her and set to work getting dressed for the evening. Once dressed Jon slips the ivory comb into his back pocket, so it remains hidden behind his jacket. Jon then adds the dragon torc to his inside jacket pocket, and tucks the wrapped bottle of oosquai under his arm.

Stepping into the hallway Jon hears a shrill whistle from downstairs, and musicians begin to play. At first the slow sultry chords of a lute can be heard, followed by the rhythmic pounding of a drum, with a flute accompanying. The tempo picked up, as Jon leaned on the railing to take a look below, Pixie was dancing barefoot on a table below, shaking and hopping in ways that Jon didn't quite think a person could do. The effect on the gathered crowd was plain, and as the music shifted into a new song Jon saw a collection of attractive women in similar attire filter into the crowd. Jon followed Pixie across the room with his eyes until she sat on the edge of a table, laughing slightly as she worked the room. Making sure to keep his back to Kittens room, so that Kitten can't get a good look at what he's wearing until he's ready Jon sets himself to waiting.

Jon Smythe

Watching the woman's eyes had paid off, they drifted across his physical features without pause. 'A woman who is used to the attentions of men, she will expect charm and flirtation then.' Jon just managed to catch the slight pause as her eyes ran past his ring, 'She knows I come from a noble family, her prices just went up.' Jon mentally groaned, but kept his thoughts from his face. So caught up in his assessment of her thoughts and motivations Jon didn't even notice that she was only wearing a shift.

"Charmed." She said speaking simply, and offering her hand. Jon took the proffered hand gently in both of his, finally breaking eye contact as he bent down for the kiss. Wanting to stand out Jon didn't kiss the back of her hand, which would have been proper, but instead turned her hand over and planted the kiss on her wrist. Jon held the kiss just long enough to feel a few beats of her heart before straightening. As Jon rose from his kiss, he finally noticed the woman's state of dress. Jon was immediately glad that she wasn't kissing his wrist, as his pulse quickened at the sight. By sheer willpower alone he managed to keep surprise from his face. Although he did let his eyes slowly follow the silk draped curves of her body, drinking in the sight of her. His pulse quickened again as she took a deep breath, this one Jon suspected was for his benefit, as it stretched the silk almost to bursting. He smiled, this time his second best smile as he resumed their conversation.

"If Kitten is your wish, then Kitten it shall be. I must admit that I did in fact have an idea who you were prior to my arrival today." Glancing past Kitten, Jon adds, "In fact I had an idea who both of you were." While offering Sapphira a similarly low bow, once again locking eyes with the person he is bowing to. "I came early so that I could provide my services to the Haus." Jon offers, gesturing toward the overstuffed pack. Taking his glass, Jon adds to Kitten's toast, "To your first guest, and to our future endeavors." Jon repeats the toast after bowing to Jodelle. Rising the glass to his lips, Jon takes the barest of sips. Just enough liquid to not be rude, but very careful of his incredibly low tolerance to alcohol. "That's right Kitten, I simply had to arrive before everybody else. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to offer these..." Jon trails off, pulling the five casks from his pack and setting them on the sturdy table. "Three casks of Andoran, another from Saldaea, and this..." Trailing off again, Jon turns the last cask to show the brand on the side, "Two-Rivers Leaf, and out of season. I can be a very resourceful man when the occasion warrants."

After a quick and dirty negotiation for the tabac, including the rights for future shipments. Jon settled into the conversation at hand, sharing his attention between the three sisters. "I would be honoured to be your date for the evening, escorts tend to get paid and I couldn't charge you for the pleasure of your company. I will meet you as requested, after I've had a chance to wash the road off, and change into something more elegant." At the offer of a guided tour, Jon nods, "That would be lovely, but I think I will hold off on the tour until you're available to guide me personally." With another nod, Jon watches Kitten go, enjoying the nearly backless silk shift as she headed up the stairs. Taking his own bag, but gesturing the servant forward, Jon follows them to his rooms. Once there he takes his time cleaning, and dressing. Making sure he looks fantastic for this evenings festivities.

Jon Smythe

*edit, once again adding my name to the end of the post.

Ha! again I'm over eager:

Link to RP thread

Alright ladies! I'm sorry, but I jumped into your intro thread before two of you got a chance to post. I've been excitedly waiting for your tavern to open, and I hope the few liberties I took with what you needed will be acceptable to you. :D

Still clutching the battered and beaten piece of paper that had blown into his face while walking down the Caemlyn Road, Jon read it over again out loud, "Haus of Three Grand Re-opening." The words were spelled out in a thick bold print. The flyer, or invitation as Jon saw it went on to list some of the services that the Haus of Three offered including: fine food, luxurious liquor, and some final point about women that was only partially legible. Apparently there would be singing, and dancing too. All in all it sounded like one heck of a party, and Jon wasn't planning on missing it for the world. Although Jon doesn't drink much in the way of alcohol on account of his ridiculously low tolerance, he still enjoyed the tavern atmosphere - the wilder the better. More than once Jon had used his stout walking stick to defend himself in the middle of a bar fight, or to fend off an jealous drunkard who thought Jon was being a little too charming with his lady friend.

He had asked around about the Haus of Three, and it's proprietors. Apparently it was owned and operated by three sisters, two of which were twins! That information alone had generated all kinds of attention in the last gaming den he visited. Jon was excited, and hoped his business dealings with the sisters would go as well as he planned. He had heard that the ladies couldn't find a supplier for quality tabac, so he set his contacts on the problem at hand, and came up with three casks of fine Andoran weed, another cask all the way from Saldaea, and finally a cask of the finest Two-Rivers leaf. Since no guest should attend a party without bringing a gift, Jon was personally carrying a finely carved ivory comb, a twisted torc with the head of something called a dragon at each end, and a bottle of oosquai he had won only last night at a poker game. Jon didn't know which of the sisters yet belonged to which of the gifts, but finding out would be half the fun of attending the party in the first place.

Arriving at the Haus of Three well before it was truly ready to open, Jon keeps his eyes downcast and slips onto the grounds behind a pair of staff carrying a large create between them. Jon hopes that the other servants will assume he belongs since he looks busy, and is also carrying a great deal of weight. Passing a still draining sheep, careful to avoid any blood splatter, Jon heads into the main chamber. He circumspectly examines the surroundings, nodding in approval at the new floor - cherry wood, not to shabby. The large windows let in an abundance of light, 'it will be a real shame when the first drunkard gets thrown through one of those windows.' Jon thinks, while taking stock of the work that been done. Adding together the cost of the staff, the silk and fabric decorations, and the work Jon can't help but be impressed at what the three ladies have accomplished. Hopefully if his plans worked out the way he hoped they would, they would soon all be working together to everyone's mutual benefit. That's when he saw her... from the descriptions he had heard this was Emmeline, or 'Kitten' as she preferred to be called. 'Oh oh, she will know I'm not a member of her staff.' Taking a deep calming breath, Jon affixes his third best smile to his face and sets his bulging backpack on a chair beside one of the sturdy tables. Offering a deep bow, bending himself parallel with the floor Jon never takes his eyes off of the woman before him, "Greetings Sister of the Haus, my name is Jon Smythe and I hope I'm not to early to brighten your day..."

Jon Smythe

*edited in name at end of post

Part way to the courtyard a smirk creeps onto Jon's face. 'Maybe I can learn a little about the man ahead of time.' Jon thinks to himself as he slips off the path and creeps along the side of a building. Peeking around the corner Jon doesn't see the man at first, since he expected him to be waiting closer to the center of the courtyard. Scanning around the area he finally sees him leaning against the wall. 'Leaning might mean he isn't uptight, or maybe he's even lazy. If that's the case I might get to adventure today after all!' Excitement building inside him once again Jon pads back to the path, and walks into the courtyard as if he was just arriving.

Stooping to pick up the thrown stick, Jon keeps his eyes focused on his trainer to be. 'What's this now, my father hired a vegabond to train me? He looks like he's been traveling for weeks. Is that a bit of hay in his hair? Did he sleep in the stables?' Questions tumble through Jon's thoughts, before he rises, and responds with a simple, "Yes." Testing the weight of the staff with a few flourishes that look good, but serve no real combative purpose Jon continues, "Father thought it was about time I learned to defend myself." With a final spin I plant the butt of my staff on the ground, and lean into it mimicking the other man, "My name is Jon Smythe. What should I call you?" Once the other man has answered, Jon presses for more information, "So, how long do you think this lesson will take? It's beautiful outside, and I was hoping take it easy today."

I've been ready for a week! So excited. I've run Jon Smythe before, but as an experiment in DnD. I wanted to prove that a character with completely average stats (straight 10's for those that play DnD) would not only be a viable character, but fun to play. I was correct in my hypothesis. I'm excited to really get role playing with him though. figure out who Jon Smythe is, since he was John Smith when he was a DnD character. Drop a link in here when you get your first posts up ladies.

I'm interested in your training Zander, but I would like to give Arlow his shot. You could say he called dibs :D

I've read just about every sticked post, and a goodly amount of the links within them. I've had a lot of time to kill while waiting for this and that. I'm not complaining, I know well how long things can take, and how much real life gets in the way of quality role playing.

I understand god-moding well, and you will never have that trouble from me. I've been role playing way too long to find that fun. For me having two time lines, one to develop my characters weapon skill, and another to develop who my character is was me simply being efficient. Saving the waiting time in order to get to the more interesting stuff later. Although I must disagree with you on finding inspiration for freebooters. I have dozens of character ideas, all of whom would be freebooters. I understand where others have trouble wanting to play a 'normal' person however, so hopefully I can fill that niche role on the site.

Sounds more than fair. I was going to treat him as if he had no weapon score, since it wouldn't be relevant (No combat planned, until his weapon score is set.). I wanted to figure out who the adult Jon Smythe is through role play. It makes quite a bit of sense that a traveling merchant would be in a tavern/inn, and his interactions there would help develop who he is as a person. I know what he was when he was a DnD character named John Smith, but now he's in another world, with a new name. Who could he have become?

Onto Freebooter/Warder training. I tried to find my own trainer from the warder ranks when I first was approved, and was sent back here. My thought was that a warder in the area might owe my family a favour, or perhaps that warder's charge. Either way, they offer to train little Jonny as payment. The details would be discussed with the warder in question. It doesn't matter any more since Arlow will be making a trainer anyway. I will submit a training proposal in the future to both divisions so that I can train with a warder. (After Arlow is done with me, so that I can once again raise my weapon skill.)

I was told to repost this from somewhere else to here:

"I do have another question since we're all gathered here. Can I play in Retro time and Normal time at the same time? As in, training at 12 years old and chilling in a tavern as an adult?"

The reason I ask is because then I can develop my character as an adult, while building my weapon score as a child at the same time. Time lines wouldn't be messed up, since I don't intend on fighting in my adult post.

Sounds good to me. I'm so used to being the guy people go to when they need something, that I started off by attempting to find a trainer myself. It's too bad there isn't more inter-board role playing. Any of the warders could have used this as a training role play.

I'm super excited for it as well. I'm hoping that I can keep his hi energy level while getting his butt kicked. *Laughs*

I have started a training thread here. Just waiting on a trainer to put my 12 year old self through his paces.

Thread started!

http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/67536-merchant-with-a-quarterstaff-retro/

Twelve year old Jon Smythe wakes up refreshed, and ready to enjoy the day. Kicking off his blankets, and leaving them curled up in pile on the foot of his bed, he makes his way to the window in his small clothes. The sun is just peeking over the horizon, and there isn't a cloud in the sky. With such beautiful weather outside, Jon's thoughts bounce from one fun adventure to another. After three weeks on the road, traveling from shop to shop with his parents he could use a nice relaxing free day.

Bounding down the stairs of his family estate, he dodges around the maid. She yelps, and drops her basket of laundry in her haste to cover her eyes. Pausing at her odd reaction Jon realizes that in his excitement he forgot to get dressed, or tend to all the other things one does in the morning. Blushing crimson right to his hairline, Jon mumbles an apology to the maid as he scrambles back up the stairs and into his room. Once there, he dresses and tends to his bladder. Then he finishes up his basic hygiene needs, and is about to head for the stairs when he sees his blankets all bunched up. Red spots marking his cheeks, when he remembers the small clothes incident, he sets to work making his bed, and giving his room a quick once over. 'There. that should make up for running around half naked!' Now that his room is clean for the maid, he sets off once more, bounding down the stairs toward the kitchen.

'I'll grab a quick bite to eat so I can slip out the servants entrance before Mother finds some chores for me to do.' Entering the kitchen, Jon skitters to a stop when he sees his father sitting on a stool reading. Stepping back cautiously, Jon turns and freezes in mid step when his father clears his throat, "Just where do you think you're sneaking off to?" Turning back to his father, Jon replies "I just forgot my belt knife upstairs Father." My father nods knowingly, "Well once you have your blade, make sure you eat a solid breakfast. Today you begin your staff training. I hope you didn't forget." Sudden realization dawns in his mind, but he schools his face to blankness, "Of course not Father, I've been looking forward to it." Heading back upstairs, Jon enters his room and sees the maid looking about in puzzlement at how clean it is. Jon smiles sheepishly, winks, and grabs his belt knife. He then he returns to the kitchen, all hope of a free day banished. Jon mechanically eats his breakfast, and head out to the courtyard to meet his new trainer. Thoughts bubbling through his mind, 'I wonder what this will be like.', 'I hope the trainer isn't mean', and 'Maybe it won't take too long, and I can still get some free time later.'

My status hasn't been upgraded yet, so I thought I would buff and polish my first post. When I get the ability to post I will be using this new and shiny version of my first post instead. I'm still looking for someone to put my twelve year old self through his paces with a quarterstaff. At the end of the in game day I want little Jon to be so exhausted, and sore that he can't lift his utensils and he falls asleep at the table.

Twelve year old Jon Smythe wakes up refreshed, and ready to enjoy the day. Kicking off his blankets, and leaving them curled up in pile on the foot of his bed, he makes his way to the window in his small clothes. The sun is just peeking over the horizon, and there isn't a cloud in the sky. With such beautiful weather outside, Jon's thoughts bounce from one fun adventure to another. After three weeks on the road, traveling from shop to shop with his parents he could use a nice relaxing free day.

Bounding down the stairs of his family estate, he dodges around the maid. She yelps, and drops her basket of laundry in her haste to cover her eyes. Pausing at her odd reaction Jon realizes that in his excitement he forgot to get dressed, or tend to all the other things one does in the morning. Blushing crimson right to his hairline, Jon mumbles an apology to the maid as he scrambles back up the stairs and into his room. Once there, he dresses and tends to his bladder. Then he finishes up his basic hygiene needs, and is about to head for the stairs when he sees his blankets all bunched up. Red spots marking his cheeks, when he remembers the small clothes incident, he sets to work making his bed, and giving his room a quick once over. 'There. that should make up for running around half naked!' Now that his room is clean for the maid, he sets off once more, bounding down the stairs toward the kitchen.

'I'll grab a quick bite to eat so I can slip out the servants entrance before Mother finds some chores for me to do.' Entering the kitchen, Jon skitters to a stop when he sees his father sitting on a stool reading. Stepping back cautiously, Jon turns and freezes in mid step when his father clears his throat, "Just where do you think you're sneaking off to?" Turning back to his father, Jon replies "I just forgot my belt knife upstairs Father." My father nods knowingly, "Well once you have your blade, make sure you eat a solid breakfast. Today you begin your staff training. I hope you didn't forget." Sudden realization dawns in his mind, but he schools his face to blankness, "Of course not Father, I've been looking forward to it." Heading back upstairs, Jon grabs his belt knife. Then he returns to the kitchen, all hope of a free day banished. Jon mechanically eats his breakfast, and head out to the courtyard to meet his new trainer. Thoughts bubbling through his mind, 'I wonder what this will be like.', and 'Maybe it won't take too long, and I can still get some free time later.'

I'm sure I will have a wonderful time, your welcome wagons have circled me a few times now...

http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/67089-new-to-dragonmount/

I feel more than welcome, and as soon as my board privileges are upgraded so I can post I will jump right into the role play side of things. (with a side of social :P)

No problem, I will move the post once I can post in the RP area.

Edit: I've changed the above post into a planning thread, but what I said here is still valid.

If there are still trainers (in Quarterstaff) out there, feel free to jump into this Thread (link)

Thanks guys!

Edit: Never mind! My freebooter has his own trainer apparently.

This will be my first post:

Twelve year old Jon Smythe wakes up refreshed, and ready to enjoy the beautiful weather outside. After three weeks on the road, traveling from shop to shop with his parents he could use a nice relaxing free day. Bounding down the stairs of his family estate, he heads to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. 'I've got to grab something quickly, so I can slip out the servants entrance before my mom finds some chores for me to do.' Entering the kitchen, I skitter to a stop when I see my father sitting on a stool reading. Stepping back cautiously, and turning he freezes in mid step when his father clears his throat, "Just where do you think you're sneaking off to?" Turning back to his father, "I just forgot my belt knife upstairs Father." My father nods knowingly, "Well once you have your blade, make sure you eat a solid breakfast. Today you begin your staff training. I hope you didn't forget." Sudden realization dawns in his mind, but he schools his face to blankness, "Of course not Father, I've been looking forward to it." Heading back upstairs, I grab my belt knife. Returning to the kitchen, all hope of a free day banished. I dutifully eat a big breakfast, and head out to the courtyard to meet my new trainer. 'I wonder what this will be like...' I think to myself, 'Maybe it won't take too long and I can still get some free time later...'

I'm looking for someone to put my twelve year old self through his paces with a quarterstaff, By the end of the day I want little Jon to be so exhausted, and sore that he can't lift his utensils and he falls asleep at the table.

Edited: Changed from a first post to a planning thread.

I also replied to your welcome inn post, but as I said there I think the Caemlyn Road. Four Kings already has some seedier tavern's, and your inn/tavern could fall somewhere between the Royal and the Dancing Cartman.

Jon Smythe (Link)

Guild Freebooter

Intro: Jon is a merchant, his childhood spent traveling from shop to shop owned by his family. Now he has enough to start his own life, and has set out to see the world, and make a name for himself.

This character is loosely based on a DnD character of mine. He was an experiment in the average, so as a joke I called him John Smith. I added the E to change it from the Jane Doe feel. Any way, I'm alright with dropping the H out of John, and maybe adding a y as such:

Jon Smythe

Thoughts Elgee?