Private First of Many

[Adenn Munin]

C R U S A D E R
VLEMOTH PORT
Tish Cowen

A proper feast was in order for their triumph.

After being dormant for years they boldly struck at the Alliance and found victory in their path. Despite unusual circumstances in their missions they were content with the end results. Fear struck at the hearts of the Alliance and shook their morale. Even so that some took actions in their own hands to revolt against the Alliance.

Time would tell when the Mandalorians would strike again.

But for now, they’d fatten their stomachs and drink to the contents of their hearts.

Adenn returned with the Beroya clan to their long ancestral home as opposed to going back home with his clan on Concord Dawn. He did give the great news to parents and clansmen, earning their esteemed approval which only enlarged his pride and ego.

They hunt and later prepared a grand feast enough to last for days. Music, brawls, and whatever other traditions practiced by the Beroya accompanied the food and drinks. There would be no brawls for Adenn for today, not after suffering a violent concussion from the Jedi he faced on Ukatis; though the ale and liquor would persuade him otherwise. For now he’d make small talk, but was in search of a particular Beroya he grew fond of.

 

[Tish Cowen]

RAXSHIR
ARUMORUT | VLEMOTH PORT
TAG: Adenn Munin

END OF TIME​

The assault had been successful.

For most of the young blood within the Enclave, it had been a triumphant endeavour that notified the Alliance and the rest of the Galaxy to stay away. That showed them that the Mando'ade were still powerful.

It warranted some celebration - on Vlemtoh Port at least.

Kel, their Alor, had organised most of it, the hunt, the food, the people. Even the local Talz were invited. The typical celebrations of brawling, jesting, dancing and drinking were at the order of the day - enjoy the fruits of labours for today, as tomorrow would coat more blood on their beskads. Tables were scattered all around at the edge of town. Just inside the jungle, within view of the tables, were the brawling pits.

Jan was leaning against a tree. chatting and joking with Evelyn and some of the other women of the Clan, a tankard of tihaar in her hand. Just sometimes, whiskey wasn't enough for a party such as this.

"I think someone's looking for you." said Evelyn nodding her chin slightly in a direction almost behind Jan's back.
The Beroya Alor'ad glanced over her shoulder nonchalantly, eyes scanning what Evelyn might have seen. Amongst the bustle f people around the tables was Adenn who was moving like he was searching for someone.
"What makes you think it's me and not someone else?" she asked, turning back to Evelyn.
The other Beroya gave her a look that said "Really?"
"I don't think he came back here alone just for kicks, Jan. Go." Evelyn said, giving Jan a little shove against the shoulder.
"I'll get you for this." joked Jan, but she made her way over to the Munin scion nonetheless, taking another sip of her drink as she went for good measure.

"Loat something, Munin?"

 

[Adenn Munin]

C R U S A D E R
VLEMOTH PORT
Tish Cowen

Clearly the younger warriors were more vibrant than the other seasoned warriors, having a taste of victory against a larger enemy. They were no longer dealing with small armies from regressive, weaker governments and he hoped glory did not blind them into delusions of immortality.

Out of the whole crowd he did appear lost while he tried finding Jan despite being focused. No one paid mind to him with the exception of the one he was looking for and her friends. Fortunately, he found Jan as it was her that came to him.

"Loat something, Munin?"

“Oh, um-“ trying to think of something witty to impress her. Something obvious he noted from her person being more relaxed and jest unlike Adenn. Their interactions at the beginning were friendly, but a bit of a nuisance for him which later were dispersed as he gotten used to her quipping charm. He eyed at the goblet in her hand and gave him an idea. “I guess I lost my drink and thought you could help me find it,” and shrugged, feeling a bit awkward yet at ease with his words.

“I guess I didn’t want to drink before having a toast with you,” and gave an actual, genuine smile at her. The first time they met he gave her a smug look with pride mixed in his words; that was moments before they fought in an arena to prove their worth to a skeptical Mandalorian clan. This time, however, was a different display of emotions on his face.

 

[Tish Cowen]

RAXSHIR
ARUMORUT | VLEMOTH PORT
TAG: Adenn Munin

END OF TIME​

He'd grown on her.

When they had met on Rishi, she had thought him arrogant and pompous, but within that shell beat a heart of gold. A kindred spirit that wanted the best for his people. To return glory to them.

They always had a quip ready for one another - even in the heat of battle. It had bred a camaraderie and friendship between them, often accompanying the other on raids and attacks.

She had grown quite fond of him.

So when he surprised her with a “I guess I lost my drink and thought you could help me find it,”, she gave an almost shy smirk while watching him. This was a different side of him that she hadn't seen yet.
"I'm sure we can scare one up. Come on." she then said, grabbing his wrist and maneuvering through the crowd toward the drinks table.

Once there, she grabbed a tankard and handed it to him.
"We're limited on drink, so you're stuck on tihaar." she said as she did, looking up at him once more, giving him a much softer smirker than usual.

"Hope you're not allergic."

 

[Adenn Munin]

C R U S A D E R
VLEMOTH PORT
Tish Cowen

A surprised smile widened when she grabbed him by the wrist, and maneuvered about the others. He made sure not to fall or trip, matching her pace until they came to a stop as she gave him a tankard of tihaar.

Ah, tihaar. It was either burn one’s mouth with it, or suffer the bitter taste of kri’gee. Both were viewed as a man’s drink by his father, remembering how he’d joke that either or would put some hair on his chest. Any other drink than those two, and he’d get a blast of jokes and quips by his father and senior clansmen such as the time he opted ne’tra gal.

Never again unless alone.

"Hope you're not allergic."

“Hah, that wouldn’t be a bad way to join the Manda,” being able to brave a battlefield, yet falling ill to harmless liquor would be ironic.

“Well,” raising his cup to Jan, “here’s to many more victories and that we’re alive to see Coruscant burned to its crust,” yesterday was Ukatis, tomorrow could be Coruscant. Seeing that hive sent to ruins was as big of a dream as to reclaiming Mandalore. Taking a swing of the tihaar, drinking some of its contents before pulling back from it. He took a quick inhale to cool down his mouth from the burning sensation. It was always the first drink before getting used to the rest.

“Hopefully things don’t get outta hand if there’s no more booze to serve.”

 

[Tish Cowen]

RAXSHIR
ARUMORUT | VLEMOTH PORT
TAG: Adenn Munin

END OF TIME​

"Hah, that wouldn't be a bad way to join the Manda,"

A bubble of laughter escaped Jan.
"Now that would be anti-climatic." she chuckled. "Where's the honour in that?"

He then raised his cup with a toast. Jan did the same.
"Now that's more like it. May our beskads keep tasting Alliance blood." she said before taking a swig. In that moment, she was glad that she had had her warm up to the strong drink beforehand. By now, it was just another drink.

She was considered one of the few Beroya hot-heads. She knew why it was that their Clan had ended up here. Though it was a blessing, she also felt that the time was right for the Clan to show their true strength again. If only Kel was more mutually inclined instead of trying to keep them isolated. More and more of them wanted the glory of the fight. To have their enemies pay.

“Hopefully things don’t get outta hand if there’s no more booze to serve.”

Green eyes snapped back to Adenn. Another smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth then. She reached out and ruffled his hair.
"You sure it's just a concussion? That you wouldn't even jump at the chance of a fist fight? Sounds more like that Jedi got into your head and turned it to slush." she teased.

This laid-back Adenn was something completely new to her.

 

[Adenn Munin]

C R U S A D E R
VLEMOTH PORT
Tish Cowen

A small laugh as her hand went to ruffle his hair, the two getting more personal and comfortable with each other.

"You sure it's just a concussion? That you wouldn't even jump at the chance of a fist fight? Sounds more like that Jedi got into your head and turned it to slush."

“And what? Be on bed rest and let you have all the glory just cause a di’kut tapped me on the head? I don’t think so, Jan,” taking another sip of the tihaar, this time being more tolerable than the first drink. Although he would get involved in a fight if provoked.

“Though,” feeling smug and confident as always, “I wouldn’t mind getting bruised up by you. Still got some marks from our first fight?” His attempt at flirting with Jan. The strong mix of booze and pheromones was enough to not act coyly with his intentions towards Jan.