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February 26th, 2008 (02:27 pm)


At the far corner of the greasy bar in the warmly lit Steamgear Tavern, a swollen, sun-scarred belly emits a boisterous laugh as it receives another glass of its favorite whiskey. Epithet Barnswallow, his gut hanging over his the waistband of his well-worn breeches and the many wrinkled, leathery belts holding his various well-used blades and a pistol in place, slams his empty glass down onto the bar and begs Lady Grainne to pour him a fifth. The man has thick, sturdy limbs that have seen many seas and many battles, and are spider-webbed with scars; he knows the story of each and every one and enjoys retelling them to strangers and friends alike. A receding tuft of titian hair circles his face and comes to a point in a thick beard, interrupted only by the black strap of an eyepatch that he wears over an empty eye socket; the other eye is a jolly, warm hazel that follows ladies with interest and the stroke of an attacking weapon with ease. His skin is leathery and rough due to exposure to the elements.

Ep was born on the sea, grew up on the sea, and lives for the sea. His mother birthed him during a return voyage to their home, and his father was a first mate on a freighter and took Ep with him as soon as the boy could walk. Ep was fond of his father and sailing and everything about the ocean, until at one particular destination, as the two of them paced a market square, his father was trampled by a soldier's runaway mount. Ep was left alone in an unfamiliar place, and indeed a child less resourceful surely would have met his end. Ep refused to become part of the military that caused his father's death, and instead chose the other side of the law, joining up with a band of seafarers who believed that the money purses of the wealthy were far too heavy, and that they should do the nobles a favor and relieve them of some of that weight. Through their tutelage Ep learned to master the handling of all manner of weapons, and became a part of their odd family. Ep worked odd jobs as much as he could as well, and in a period of years saved enough that he and two of his comrades obtained their own sailing ship.

No matter where Epithet Barnswallow travels, he will always find himself back at the Steamgear. He is far too attached to the noisy, slippery atmosphere and the varied company the tavern offers, to say nothing of the fact that he is convinced Grainne Penthrift is one day to stop her playful spurning of his affinities. His white teeth are almost always bared in a smile or a laugh, and his chubby fingers are always clutching a glass or resting on the hilt of his sword. Be it fight, or joke, or unplanned escape, Ep makes it his business to be ready for anything.

Subject: First Assignment

Name: Caity


Posted by: The Steamgear Tavern (steamgeartavern)
Posted at: February 27th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC)

I love it! I can see this crazy awesome hulk of a man! I really enjoy the phrase 'noisy, slippery, atmosphere'. I think that characterizes the Tavern to a tee! I also really like the idea of his affections towards Lady Penthrift and their subsequent refusal. We should get together and write that scene some day!


Posted by: Steph (theqib)
Posted at: February 27th, 2008 04:59 pm (UTC)

(Lainey may be angry that I responded this way, and indeed, when I can figure out how to do it properly, I shall.)

With that said. I really like this description - it's very meaty and colorful. Titian hair! Huzzah! I love that you used that. What amazingly visceral descriptions you have - I know exactly what he'd sound like without having to see it written out. :) And you've given me an idea for mine.

- Stephie

Posted by: The Steamgear Tavern (steamgeartavern)
Posted at: February 29th, 2008 03:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Response

I am not angry. If that works better for you to post replies to things with your livejournal, than I am ok with that!

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