DTC. The Elders' Visit Part 1

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Old Lumen: *escorting a couple elders of his clan to the tavern. They're coming to see his wife so that they can judge if she should be admitted into the family genealogy*

tavern courtyard gate: *flies open when they're about five yards away from it*

big man in armour: *hurtles through the gate, propelled by a boot and a tide of vituperation and laughter*

Ironhide: *is that red haired woman with a preserve covered oatcake in her mouth who just came leaping out to stomp on the guy*

Snarl: *nudie except his lovie necklace! Kicking the yahoo in the head and squealing*

Old Lumen: *raised brow* *to Ironhide* What'd that yahoo do?

Ironhide: *pauses her stomping to stand there easily on the guy's heaving chest* Trahd robbin' Anna.

Snarl: *bites the guy on the nose!*

guy: AHHHH! *flail!*

Ironhide: *stomps him flat again, her language colourful and unflattering despite the snack still held in her teeth*

Old Lumen: *moving to help, as are the two elders*

Calypso: *reaching for the yahoo, intends to give him a good shake*

Ironhide: *leaps free of him and kicks his aft while he's being shaken*

Old Lumen: *conversationally* Think he's learned his lesson?

Ironhide: *grabs the guy's face and sees it's covered with tears* Ah th'nk 'e's gonna pee 'imself soon.

Snarl: *gets OUT of the way!*

Calypso: *snorts*

Ironhide: *takes the guy from the Dwarven elder, grabs him by the collar and the pants, and then heaves him across the road and into the ditch* *dusts hands with the air of a woman who has done a good job of housecleaning, and then takes her treat into her hand and starts eating ravenously*

Snarl: Poppa! Poppa! Pickame! *dancing*

Old Lumen: *chuckles* Alright, Snarl. *moves to pick the lizardkid up*

Calypso: *to Snarl* Yer a strong lad. Well met. *grin*

Snarl: *blinks, and then snarls at the stranger and tries to crawl into Poppa's beard*

Calypso: *laughs heartily. Thinks the lizardkid is adorable*

Ironhide: *takes a basket that little Anna carefully brings to her and props it on her hip, her attention going toward the contents as she finishes her oatcake* *then turns back to her husband once her mouth's empty and stoops to greet him*

Snarl: *cheers*

Skyfire: *does too, from the basket he's in with Thorin bubby!*

Old Lumen: *pleased sound*

Calypso: *rowdy cheer*

Ironhide: *straightens up and looks around, then up at the clear spring sky* Ever'bodeh insahde. Th're's a storm c'min'.

Snarl: Rain. BLEUCH!

Ironhide: *snerks at him* But y'u lahk mud.

Snarl: Omnomnom mud!

Old Lumen: *looks toward the sky as well, frowning* I think 'Hide is right. The sooner we get inside, the better.

Calypso: *blinks with confusion*

Downrush: It's sunny and there's no clouds in the sky. *feeling just a bit argumentative*

Ironhide: *looks at Downrush, but then turns to bring her husband and babies inside, whistling for the rest of the little troop who are tumbling around near the blockhouse as she goes*

Sludge and Piryasha: *start herding all the toddle babies, including the entings, into the tavern*

Calypso: *will usher Downrush into the tavern as well, despite his protests*

Ironhide: *firmly shuts the front door, then gives Old Lumen the basket and goes to holler out the back door. Lets in a woman with a giant firefly on her head, and a guy with a cloth mask over the lower half of his face, along with a skinny little teenager with her hair greased into a fauxhawk* *the moment Ironhide shuts the back door there's a scream of wind and the thatch of the tavern roof shifts*

Anna: *hurries over to close the shutters and secure them as the windows rattle*

Wheeljill: Hooboy! Everyone'll be comin' home early today. Or holing up and having fun without us.

Thrrpt: *notices new meat and goes to peer at them closely*

Downrush: *startled curse as the wind kicks up*

Calypso: *studying the lass that approached*

Thrrpt: *pokes the red-haired Dwarf lady* Thrrpt.

Calypso: *pokes back*

Thrrpt: *delighted grin that shows her damaged and missing teeth, then hurries over and gets a mug of Buckenbroth mead to offer the visitor*

Ironhide: *listening alertly for a moment to the howl of the storm, but then relaxes and looks at her husband* So these 're th' eldahs?

Old Lumen: *nods* Downrush and Calypso.

Ironhide: o.0 'S th' ladeh drinkin' wh't Ah th'nk she's drinkin'?

Old Lumen: *looks* *facepalm* Yup.

Calypso: *knocking back the Buckenbroth mead after thanking Thrrpt*

Thrrpt: *offering the other mug she grabbed to Downrush*

Downrush: *uncertain expression on his face* Er... Thank you.

Thrrpt: *happy grin* Thrrpt! *waves and goes to supervise her mom and Sworn Father*

Downrush: *cautious sniff of the drink* *causes a bit of a ruckus as he gags*

Calypso: Well, if ye don' want it, giv'er 'ere. *ganks the mug from Downrush*

Ironhide: o.o; *shudders and makes a bibbly sound, then points to the two armchairs by the hearth* W'ld y'u lahk t' take a seat, Old 'uns?

Thorin: *just woke up and realized it's Papa who has the basket. Soft newborn vocalizations*

Skyfire: *croons to him*

Old Lumen: *talking to Thorin now, expression softening*

Calypso: Aye. 'N some more o' t'is. *holds up her mug*

Downrush: *moving to help his sister to one of the chairs*

Ironhide: *whistles for the barmaid, and then settles down on the hearth and reaches for Snarl, who is hanging on the edge of the basket and watching his younger brothers with bright proud eyes*

Downrush: *sister seated, he looks around* Where are the rest of the little ones?

Ironhide: *points to a crude tent of furry skins over in the nearest corner* Th'y's 'oled up 'n th' blanket fort wit' a pictchah book. *looks up as the roar of rain starts*

Calypso: *slight wince, will rub her leg through her pants and boot*

Ironhide: *takes a blanket off the pile on the corner of the hearth and offers it to her* Rain gettin' yer 'urts?

Calypso: *as she accepts the offered blanket* Aye.

Downrush: *frowns at sister* You should've said something sooner.

Calypso: *thrrpts brother* Didn' need no help. Quit purdlin'.

Ironhide: Th's kahnda storm bugs aches. *shrugs and rubs her head, wondering if it would've ached if she hadn't been changed* But she sh'ld be done screamin' 'n 'n 'our 'r two.

Old Lumen: Deepdancer's in a mood?

Downrush: *raised brow*

Ironhide: Nope. Th's's th' young elemental th't trahd slaggin' 'er off a couple tahm last summah.

Old Lumen: *mutters something impolite*

Calypso: *getting a bit of a considering glint in her eye*

Ironhide: Kid'll git tahrd 'a bein' ignored soon. *leans back comfortably against the fireplace and reaches for Skyfire* So, y'u don't th'nk Ah'll fit 'n yer bloodline?

Skyfire: *all swaddled. And excited* *milk, Mama? Milk? Loves milk!*

Downrush: That's what we're here to determine.

Calypso: *snorts and rolls her eyes* The lass c'n hold 'er own in a fight, 'Rush. T'at's good 'nough fer me.

Ironhide: *snort* Th't wasn' no fight.

Downrush: *raised brow* Never seen a quicksilver dragonling that big. *nods to Skyfire*

Calypso: *chuckles* Fine t'en. Deliverin' justice.

Ironhide: *snerks softly* Skyfire ain't quicksilver. 'E's true platinum. *to Calypso* Ah'm an enforcer 'eah.

Calypso: *nods as Downrush's jaw drops*

Old Lumen: Mira's got a platinum baby as well.

Calypso: *perks* Miracle's here, too? *likes her fellow Berzerker*

Ironhide: She's hitched ta mah Name Brotha.

Snarl: *wriggles and hops down, then stands tall* I ZE CAPTAIN! *runs and scoots into the fort* *sounds indicate that someone has sat on him and that pants are being installed*

Ironhide: *sniggerfit and reaches for Thorin* 'E 'ungreh?

Old Lumen: I think so.

Calypso: Aww, lookit t'ose curls!

Downrush: *chuckles as he sees the little one*

Ironhide: *lays her stout and pudgy birth son on her knees and unwraps him so that the elders can see him in only his butt wrap. Soothing sounds at the big frown that this causes*

Downrush: And the midwife can verify he's yours?

Ironhide: Wasn't no midwife. I had him alone.

Downrush: *boggling*

Calypso: *furthering everyone's education*

Ironhide: *rewraps Thorin as he starts to kick and screw his face up in protest, then settles him at her other breast* Wasn't guts or anythin'. Ah got a li'l stupid 'n th' 'ead. Blackout thinks part 'f 't w's th' dragon comin' out.

Calypso: ... Dragon?

Ironhide: Ah'm Immortal. Outworlder Dragonsoul. *glances toward the door as it blows open and Eruiste pushes Young Lumen into the tavern, both of them soaked with rain and white with wet snow*

Calypso: *impressed obscenity*

Downrush: ... Dragonsoul?

Young Lumen: *shivering and sticking close to Eruiste*

Eruiste: I told you it wasn't warm enough to take you with me yet.

Young Lumen: *trying to protest through chattering teeth* B-b-b-b... *whimpers as he accidentally bites his tongue*

Ironhide: *distracted by propping Skyfire with her knee while she reaches to pull a coin out of her pouch* Iste, y'u git th't yahoo 'n th' tub.

Eruiste: *catches the coin neatly, and then throws it to Anna and herds her husband past the group at the hearth and into the bathing room*

Ironhide: Ah still think Young Lu's got 'uman back th're somewhere. *resettling her babies and crooning to them softly*

Old Lumen: It's hard to tell, for certain. I know Showtime does, because she told me so herself. Doesn't explain how she got the long ears though.

Calypso: *raised brow*

Ironhide: Yeah, but she's 's tough 's any elf t' th' cold, 'n she's walked th' ridgepole wh'n she w's too drunk ta recognahze 'er own 'usband. Young Lu's always gettin' cold, 'n y'u know wh't goin' oopsie's done t' 'im.

Old Lumen: *nods* Can't even grow peach fuzz.

Ironhide: *snorts with laughter* Elves don't grow beards, you yahoo. *then remembers the elders and bites her lip before looking at them with a grin*

Calypso: *snickering*

Downrush: ... I've yet to meet an Elf that can.

Ironhide: Dragonsouls. Rahght. Th'y's people wit' dragon blood. Ah came bah mahn bah a gift 'a lahf fr'm 'n Outworlder ladeh th't lives 'eah.

Blackout: *speaking of whom, she just slid down the chimney, snerked at Young Lumen's eek, and then ducked to exit the fireplace on the common room side and stalk away down the hall toward her room*

Ironhide: *leans back to try and figure out how she fit down that flue*

Calypso: *now it's her turn for a jaw drop*

Old Lumen: And there went Blackout.

barmaid: *brings a massive stein of Buckenbroth mead for Calypso, and a steaming pint of Giant's Blood beer for Downrush* *also has a pitcher of buttermilk for Ironhide. Hands Old Lumen a cup last*

Ironhide: *looks at buttermilk, but has arms full of babies, so she'll let it sit for a bit*

Calypso: *distracted by good booze* T'ank ye, kindleh. *nod*

Downrush: *will sniff at the pint, curious*

Old Lumen: Thanks. *drinks his tankard of Blight Watchmans Keeper*

Ironhide: *to Downrush* Drink yu'r beer. *then looks toward the door as it blows open again and Flashpoint enters with an exhausted and frozen lout under each arm and another thrown over one shoulder*

Downrush: *raised brow, but moves to comply*

Flashpoint: *grumbling about bleeping elementals*

Ironhide: *calls over* 'Bee 'n 'Racer alright?

Flashpoint: Th'y's alrahght, jes' cold. 'Breaker's gotta debt.

Ironhide: *hands baby sons to husband and Calypso, then fixes her chest wrap and gets up to go over and grab Trailbreaker and haul him to the fire, nodding her head reassuringly to the other louts of her sister's squad as she sees them come in*

Trailbreaker: *groans as he's settled on the warm hearth, then blinks blearily* 'Bee...?

Calypso: *happily begins singing one of the old Dwarven songs*

Flashpoint: Easeh, 'Breaker. *moving to set Bumblebee down in a chair near the hearth* She's jes' cold. *will move to set Moonracer in one of the other chairs near the hearth, expression daring anyone to try and contest what she's doing*

Ironhide: *momentarily confused by there being two free chairs, but then realizes that Downrush has jumped up and is over offering his beer to a Dion who just collapsed*

Bumblebee: *curls up and shivers, her heart shaped face showing her efforts not to cry* Do I gotta go in a hot bath?

Ironhide: Don't think so, hon. Y'u're still talkin' 'n makin' sense.

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