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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*thrusts himanil in the air with a gust of wind, then throws him back on his back* | ||||
*With great adroitness rolls to the side and narrowly avoids the arrow even as he threw 4 knives at Windscar and rushed him with his sword drawn* | ||||
*windscar dissapears into the air. himanil stops, confused. the knives hit the patron that was unluckily standing behind windscar, and falls over, dead.* | ||||
*Feels something in his bum through his armour and swings his blade around in rage hitting Windscar on the cheek with its flat edge* | ||||
*windscar looks suprise and fells the blood ooze out of his cheek* "nobody makes me bleed my own blood! NOBODY!" *draws an arrow from his quiver and fires a wind arrow at himanil* | ||||
why did you post for me?...ah what the heck...ill use it anyway...it sounds cool | ||||
*Raises his shield to block 1 arrow, breaks the second arrow with a rapid movement of his sword but is unable to wholly block the third one which pierces his armour somewhat causing painful bruising* | ||||
*Returns, after spending most of his absence playing various video game consoles... dunno what the hell those are, but I did, by golly!* "Somebody gimme teh drinkz!" | ||||
*gives Laplarvis teh drinkz.* | ||||
*Watches Windscar crumple to the ground unconscious (after having had failed to show up for 2 days) and walks over the bar occasionally screwing up his face as his bruise hurt him* | ||||
sorry...school is keeping me from this *windscar wakes up, dazed and confused, and notices, that his armor is cut in several places, and that he has this horrible headache* *windscar, stealthily sneaks up behind himanil at the bar, after getting up, and knocks him cold with a blow to the head* *windscar then proceeds to put womens makeup on himanil as he lays on the ground unconcious...when he is done, he goes to the bathroom* | ||||
The knocking out part was fine considering what I did but th makeup part s far too much of a god-mod. | ||||
"I don't believe there is such a thing. There is the Tasidian Draught, however..." | ||||
"Eh..., yeah sure. Just get anything. The head banging after effects still don't seem to have completely worn off." | ||||
*pours Himanil a Tasidian draught* | ||||
*Gulps it down in one go before collapsing on the ground* | ||||
*looks down* "Lightweight...Tasidian Draughts are meant for taste, not power..." | ||||
*walks in* | ||||
*interprets the randomness and pours the strange newcomer an absinthe* | ||||
*shots the absinthe* | ||||
*Grubbs and Slasher walk up and begin dancing* | ||||
*Goes on a wild rampage killing everyone in sight* | ||||
*blocks Himanil's rampage and gives him a cookie* | ||||
RAMPAGE???? :O *drops jaw on floor* | ||||
*Initially gets all calm and relaxed when Septim gives him a cookie but gets murderous when Kittie assails him* | ||||
*fixes the wall and doesn't stop Himanil from assaulting Kittie, as he knows a good fight will come from it.* | ||||
*walks out ogf the bathroom and zips up his pants* "maybe i shouldnt drink so much water before a fight...so what did i miss?" | ||||
"um...a rampage, himanil getting nailed to the wall, himanil ripping the wall down and now he is about to hit katie over the head...o by the way, nice make up himanil :)" *sits and orders tak out from SEE* "ill have flamingo on a stick with spam on the side" | ||||
*Wonders what Saon is saying about a makeup* | ||||
the tavern crowd: "ooo...ahhh" "well tht looks like it went well...oh...and saon is right... your makeup is very...beautiful today. did you do it yourself? or did you have help?" | ||||
*Looks into the blackened mirror and then flings it at Windscar* | ||||
"She'll probably be back," predicts Gaius Septimus Cidellus before pulling out his medieval VCR, a medieval tape, and a medieval television. He plugs them into his footlocker and begins playing a tape. "Now, as you all can see, Himanil started the violence. So, it is by my ruling that Himanil be found guilty of assaulting, if not murdering, Kittie Arghhh. Himanil, have you anything to say in your defense? Just kidding, it really doesn't matter. I sentence you to death by the drinking of a Drunk's Demise!" *hands Himanil a Drunk's Demise* "Drink..." | ||||
*Gulps* | ||||
"ooo! ooo! ask for a pony!!!" | ||||
"It entirely depends upon the wish," mutters Septim. | ||||
*smile an evil plotting smile because he has just come up with something good* "dont worry...everything is going to be just fine" | ||||
"Well, (coughs) unless I'm mistaken (which I'm not) there had a long time ago been a trial initiated for a man named Septim which had been closed down because no lawsuit had been filed. I'd like to bring it up again and finish it off." | ||||
"haha...i really want to see where this will go" *sits and grabs a bowl of popcorn* | ||||
*uses his barkeep powers to disintegrate the man, and the papers* "Not until I know what the wish is..." | ||||
"A long time ago been a trial initiated for a man named Septim which had been closed down because no lawsuit had been filed. I'd like to bring it up again and finish it off." | ||||
*munxhes on his butter corn of popped-ness* | ||||
"That's unfortunate for you, Himanil, as no judicial body exists anymore, and I actually find court trials fun..." Or else I wouldn't have started them, now would I? "Now...drink the Drunk's Demise..." | ||||
*hands hianil a drink* "bottoms up" *smiles* *pours another drink down the toilet and the toilet disitegrates* "thats wierd" | ||||
O.O *wakes up on the floor* ARRRrrrhhhhhggg! *clubs down himandil with her troll club and throws him over her shoulder* BAD BAD BAD BAD Himanil >.< Pony??? there is pony's????!!? *drops Himanil in the floor and runs around like wind, only different too look for pretty pony <3 | ||||
"sorry kitte, but these no pony...now could you excuse us for a moment? himanils about to drink death, and your making me really dizzy" | ||||
*Looks up to the heavens* | ||||
"That she has, Mr. Himanil! Give me that back..." *takes the Drunk's Demise and pours it into its special bottle before rinsing out the special shot glass* | ||||
*Looks on mournfully as the Drunken Demise is snatched from him* | ||||
*stops running* | ||||
*laughs* "im so sneaky....anyway........himanil, you know, we never finished our battle...it was interrupted by ms. kittie" *draws an arrow and fingers his bow and looks at himanil* "shall we?" | ||||
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