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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*As 47 drags Gold away into a back room (The same one that Scientist wanted to lock me up in for three days without beer) Septim holds a toast. "To Gold's death, he was a horrible man." *Suddenly, a bald man with Gold's clothes on walks up. Bald man: "Hello, comrades, give me an alcohalic beverage please." | ||||
"To Gold" *completes toast, then looks at new man.* "?" | ||||
Bald Man: "Hello comrade Seloc, I am Goldmeister, you're good friend Goldmeister...." | ||||
*Gets out his sword and stabs Gold lots and lots of times.......* | ||||
*The screen turns red and 47 shoots three peasants in the head, filling up his health bar. The bald man shoots Seloc in the head, misses, and hits Scientist instead. "You missed your mark, 47" Bald Man: "I AM NOT 47, I AM GOLD!!!" *47 pulls out a Silverballer but then Slasher the mongoose (who has tended to his sword wounds) attacks 47, clawing several things out that I am not in the mood to name... | ||||
*Stabs everything that slasher drags out.* | ||||
30 seconds later..... *47 falls to the floor, devoid of all flesh and organs, as Slasher walks away to the footlocker with a small rag to clean his paws... | ||||
*Sits back down to his drink.* | ||||
*Laughs and takes a drink | ||||
*Gaius walks in "My father died, don't want to talk about it, you know the drill, gimme a beer, barkeep" | ||||
"Ha, your father was a panzy anyway..." *goes on making degrading comments about Gaius's father* | ||||
*Agent 47 sneaks up behind Samus and sedates her, a few hours later she wakes up in the alleyway, and her butt hurts | ||||
who is Samus? | ||||
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*Goldmeister appears completely unscathed apart from a lone crossbow bolt to the shoulder* | ||||
i keep getting killed | ||||
(lol you and septim are like peas of the same pod) "Strange I never saw Samus enter..........." | ||||
"Very funny Seloc..." *Septim takes a drink | ||||
"mwhahahaah ime back and i have still got my oath to find out what is hidden in septims footlocker to complete....." *places a pipe bomb in septims foot locker and presses the explode button... | ||||
*The pipe bomb has no effect on the footlocket at all "hehehe" | ||||
"A-bomb?" *plants an A-bomb... | ||||
*Still...no effect except for the tavern exploding "Senturu isn't going to like that..." | ||||
"oh cr@p i have about 5 minutes to build a new tavern wish me luck..." *defensive builds like he has never built before | ||||
*Septim laughs as he sees Defensive hit his thumb and wonders what Senturu will do to him...Septim then remembers that Senturu will probobly be too busy torturing Defensive to fix the tavern, and that means no beer....Suddenly, Septim arises from his seat and leaves the Tavern. | ||||
*Septim comes back with 50 dragons and they all rebuild the tavern in about ten seconds. The dragons leave and Septim sits down. | ||||
"woohoooi fixed the tavern with only a little help!! i will be a legend for this maybe even earn me my "sir" title" | ||||
Maybe I should tell him about the fifty dragons that helped him...nah....Senturu will know....he's smart like that.... | ||||
"Defensive you'll never be a 'sir' it takes role playing which I can't be bothered doing......"
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"I got it because I wrote a long-*beep* story..." | ||||
"I guessed....." | ||||
go damn it biatches | ||||
"You want us to leave?" | ||||
no never, if you all leave who will buy my beer? | ||||
"I don't know what murderize means, but it doesn't sound good, I'll take an ale!" | ||||
Senturu ur back! thank god haha wuts krackin? | ||||
"i will earn my sir title and dont give me any lip overit.... you want a fight?" | ||||
*Senturu beats up Defensive* | ||||
"I'll have what septims haveing." *Kicks defensive just for good measure.* | ||||
*Septim takes a drink from his ale "Thanks Senturu" | ||||
" why does everyone beath the Sh1t out of me?? i mean either everyone insults me or pisses me off or puts down any ideas i have.." | ||||
*Septim slaps the living *Beep* out of Defensive, calls his mama fat, and puts down an idea he has come up with, all in one post! | ||||
"excuse me i must go sulk...." (ooc: i am actually quite upset about this you know...) | ||||
*Septim goes over to Defensive and pats him on the back "It's ok, it happened to me when I first came as well...of course I tried to burn the tavern down with a molotov coctail (I spelled it wrong because it beeps the actual coc in coctail out) but that is a different story..." *Septim walks over to the bar and takes a drink | ||||
" yer coctails can be very damaging...." | ||||
"Defensive the reason people put down your ideas is because there complete and utter *beep* and you don't fight back." *Pets defensive reasuringly.* | ||||
"Yeah!" *Slaps Defensive and awaits a reply | ||||
*tumball weed rolls by* | ||||
*Drakos strides in and shakes the dust from his cloak, hangs it up. Looks around taking in the condition of the tavern, moves to bar, talks to barkeep* "Tis been awhile since I have had the good fortune to be in this part of the world to visit this Taverne, draw me a mug of your famous ale"
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"DRAKOS?!? The one who started this tavern?!?" | ||||
"Ello drakos, welcome back" *puffs himself next to him* "hows ur cities and army's coming this era?" | ||||
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