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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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"I know! Well, maybe I don't exist! What if I'm simply a character created by the user's mind, and I only exist if the person continues using the compilation of magic!!! Help! GAH! I DON'T EXIST!!!" | ||||
*Stabs the Septim clone and tosses it out the window* | ||||
*another Septim clone walks in as two Septim clones drag the dead clone away, the clone puts on a pair of sunglasses and pulls out a metal tube. A flash occurs, and all the patrons begin staring absent-mindedly. Septim puts away the metal tube and the sunglasses, and jumps behind the bar as people begin to regain control of their mind, not knowing of the outburst that had just come from the defective clone.* "Hey guys, anybody want a drink?" | ||||
"A nice golden ale here sir" | ||||
*pours Charley an ale and slides it down to him* | ||||
*Stops the sliding glass and sips at it* "Ahh...nothing like a nice drink to start my day..." | ||||
*takes Charleys Ale and drinks it* | ||||
*walks out of the tavern to check on his stead, and looks at the ground beside the horse* "You stupid horse you shat on the floor, cant you use a toilet" *Walks back into the tavern, discrased by his horse and then notices one of the Septim clones* "Do you think you could do somthing useful and clean the shit outside" *Walks back over to the bar and orders another drink* | ||||
*the clone cleans up the shit and teleports it into Samual's glass as Septim hands him an ale* | ||||
*Arvious is still staring blankly at a picture of Harrison Ford after Septim used the flash thing.* | ||||
*takes arvious's wallet* | ||||
*Takes Senturu's wallet, pays for everyone's drinks, and puts it back super sneaky-like. Downs his drink and orders another* | ||||
Where is me Beer peps | ||||
"Septim, I was wondering as to when was the last time when you tried checking how much you earned from all that you earn selling drinks here. Or does it go to the Tavern foundation?" | ||||
"It goes to Drakos, the founder and owner of the tavern. He comes here every once and awhile and collects the money." | ||||
"I wonder when he's going to come next" | ||||
"And what does he," points his finger towards Septim at the bar, "Get." | ||||
"He's already rich...why would he need more?" | ||||
"He gets a pat on the back and some medieval cocaine." | ||||
"exactly" | ||||
"My first fortune was made back when I owned a little place called Tales Tavern. Seloc burned it down, and I made a crapload of money from insurance I had purchased two hours before, it was great!" *pours everybody's drinks* "Besides, if I asked Drakos for a raise, he'd probably fire me." | ||||
*Gulps down his drink quickly* | ||||
"Nah, a new clone would take my job. Don't worry about it." | ||||
"While clones my friend last along if there ever be some short circuiting in the mother system then all that one sees of the clones is the most prominent one being heralded for display in garlands." | ||||
*suddenly awakes from his corner | ||||
*slaps Demonsul around a bit with a large trout* | ||||
*Moves up a large cache of fish and eyes the people around hopefully, intending to make profits seeing the sudden rise of popularity of the humble trout* | ||||
Places Demonsul on a couch, and sits down in a comfy chair. | ||||
"Also, he got slapped with a large trout...Demonsul, how do you feel about THAT?" | ||||
*Looks over to Septim* "Give me the best grub you have in stock, and a beer with that please" | ||||
"I don't have grub, I only have alcohol and milk for when Erica comes in." | ||||
*Looks at Septim in shock* "Your joking, im starving, cant you just conjour up somthing as a one of, kinda thing, prefferable a nice juicy roast beef with some crispy potatoes, and even some cabbage, sweetcorn, peas, coliflower, broccili, sprouts, parsnips, yorkshire puddings and some carrots" | ||||
"You can go to Septim's Exotic Eats for that." | ||||
"Do you know how bad my conjured food tastes to everybody but me? It has a very potent spammy aftertaste...nobody likes it but me." *shrugs* | ||||
*relocates to a sitting position on the couch | ||||
*suddenly realizes his drink disappeared too | ||||
*Walks over to Septims Exotic Eats, and orders some grub* "Cheese Burger please, with some fry's and a Tango apple" | ||||
"Septim's Exotic Eats is not in here!!!" *Throws Samual out the window* :G | ||||
*Walks over towards, Septims Exotic Eats, and orders for the third time* "Cheese Burger, with some fry's and a Tango apple" | ||||
"..." | ||||
*Wonders if the growing amount of $tupidity on VU is a sign of internet addiction* | ||||
*wonders what a lady has to do to get a drink around here* | ||||
*pours Whoopsy a liquid that will magically change into whatever Whoopsy wants it to...until she drinks it all* "There, enjoy..." | ||||
*Look around and then mumbles to himself* "Why is it so quiet in here..." *Then he looks up at septim and orders a beer* | ||||
*pours Samual a beer* | ||||
Why thank you M'lord *smiles and drinks down the warm liquid* | ||||
*Almost chokes in his drink while hearing the comment* | ||||
*pats Lord Himailvii on the back* | ||||
*Gently sips his drink, then draws out his sword, stabs woopsy daisy, and then teleports her to above a volcano and drops her, then teleports back to the bar* "Sorry the coloured writing was annoying me" | ||||
"It would appear to be so for the moment." | ||||
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