Forums / Roleplaying / Ye Olde Taverne
Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
---|---|---|---|---|
"i know senturu will kill me (again) but wth..." | ||||
"Someone should make a tally on how many times certain player have been killed......I'm sure defensive would win for all those in the last 2 eras." | ||||
*Ragnarr enters the tavern. He does not have a cloth over his eyes any more, he seems alright - his eyes yet again blueish-grey, emotionless and cold.* | ||||
"yay its random ragnarr give us a story please...." *defensive sits on the floor infront of ragnarr giving him the wide eyed look of an interested toddler "seloc ive got about 5 trophyies to do with that -=)" | ||||
*Ragnarr sees Defensive, but does not seem to recognise him.* | ||||
"I'm good at helping people do that, two sour whiskeys? Coming right up!" *Septim pours two sour whiskeys and sets them both down in front of Ragnarr | ||||
"ragnarr what is youre sorrow?" | ||||
*Ragnarr drinks the first one.* | ||||
"There is no spoon!" | ||||
*Ragnarr drinks the second whisky* | ||||
"wife problems?" | ||||
*Ragnarr shakes his head.* | ||||
*Septim gets up "Well, I am leaving yet again, I will be gone until Thursday. Anyways, goodbye!" *Septim gets up and walks out of the Tavern | ||||
hello again everyone | ||||
"ragnarr you dont need to get drunk you need a counsiller" (ooc: ragnarr youre putting loads of effort into RP you must really want youre "lord" title) | ||||
(ooc - no not really I'm really feelin' so damn depressed,...) | ||||
"girl trouble hathor? or you hungover?" | ||||
"sorry about that i meant ragnnarr ime still preocupied about good winning the werewolf.." | ||||
gee! this tavern is boring they should put in a roulette table or something! | ||||
*Ragnarr grabs another ale. He notices that at least nine botles of different types of alcohol stand on the bar before him, all empty. How the heck am I gonna pay now? He asks himself.* | ||||
*Septim walks in and takes a sad look at the beer pool in the corner, he then takes the fifteen kegs of beer he won in the trivia game and pours them into it. He then calls in a beverage corperation and they fill it up with fifty kegs. Septim is satisfied with the full beer pool. "Ok, that's that, now..." *Septim puts a DDR machine in the corner | ||||
i know they should make a arcade game called spamminator | ||||
*Septim takes a look at the several bottles of alcohol next to Ragnarr and walks over to look at him. Septim then slaps him. "Pull yourself together! You're not the Ragnarr I know! The Ragnarr I knew wouldn't accept defeat! What's the matter with you?" | ||||
*Ragnarr stands up slowly* | ||||
*smashes the brandy* "pull yourself together!" | ||||
*Ragnarr looks at the remains of the glass for a while then looks up at the lad.* | ||||
"Ragnarr Stormguard, Lord of the Northern Riders, Protector of the Northern Realm, Keeper of the Wolf Banner. You have slain scores of people, but when you lose the woman you love you are immediately depressed? I know who could help you!" *Slasher the mongoose jumps up and sits on the counter in front of Ragnarr, he growls a bit and does a few hand gestures. | ||||
*Ragnarr looks at the mongoose in front of him and shakes his head.* | ||||
"ok but i was trying to bring you back to reallity"*mutters something about drunks* | ||||
*Slasher the mongoose jumps off of the counter and grabs a Septim Shot, he chugs it down and grabs another, he lets out a growl. Translation: "These are the weakest drinks...ever" *The mongoose chugs the shot and stumbles over to the footlocker. Septim looks at Ragnarr. "Alright buddy, I guess you need the strong stuff!" *Septim goes into the back room and comes back with a bottle of alcohol labeled "The Drunk's Demise" "This'll kill most non-drinkers, you sure you want this?" | ||||
"I don't mind,...if I drop dead, who'll give a damn,..." | ||||
*Septim looks at the bottle and then to Ragnarr, Septim examines Ragnarr and mutters something under his breath "He can take it" *Septim pours some of it into a small shot glass and sets the glass in front of Ragnarr, Septim the goes into the back to put the bottle away. | ||||
*Ragnarr looks at the small glass suspiciously.* | ||||
*Septim comes back out and looks at Ragnarr "How was it?" | ||||
*Ragnarr looks at him* | ||||
oh hes dead | ||||
*Septim looks down at Ragnarr "I guess he wasn't strong enough..." *Septim walks over to his footlocker and rummages around in it before finding something that looks like a small black marble rock, Septim then walks over to Ragnarr and shoves it down his throat, Ragnarr's breathing starts again. "Dunk Rock, gets rid of all poisons in the bloodstream" *Septim waits for Ragnarr to awaken | ||||
*Seloc comes clambering out of "The Drunk's Demise", with a strangle look on his face.* "HAILS CANANANANANDADDA *HICK* THASS STOFFS SA BUST *UP*, ASSH THAR YSS RG SSHEPTEM *HICK* THOSHE TOYLETSS NEE CLEAN*UP*ING" *Seloc colapses on the floor taking a fit.* | ||||
"omg quick to the operation theatre!" *septim and defensive drag ragnarr off to the OT and bring him back an hour l8tr "i think hell be allright he needs alot of rest so why dont we rent him a room here" *defensive looks through ragnarrs pockets, finds his wallet and pay's for ragnarrs room "there!" | ||||
who wantr a pint EY ill drink beer *hic* | ||||
*Septim takes the money and drags Ragnarr to Room #5, he leaves him there and comes down to see Seloc on the ground having a fit. Septim then puts a Dunk Rock down his throat and takes some money out of his pocket for the room and drinks and drags him upto Room #2. Afterwards Septim walks back down mumbling something about 'stupid drunks' | ||||
*hic* ey i dont get stuipid i just drunk *hic* know who wants to get drunk * hic* or how about eating spam? | ||||
*Septim walks over to the bar and sits down | ||||
oh no hes sitting! | ||||
tommorow is the big day i think | ||||
"Goodbye y'all, see you on Thursday!" *Septim leaves the tavern | ||||
*A man in a hooded robe enters the tavern, his face cannot be seen under the shadow of the hood. The man looks around and nods to himself before pulling back the hood, his face is similar to Gaius Septim's except with a long scar going from his right forehead to his left chin. "I am Salius Septim II, son of Gaius Septim. My father has disappeared so I am here to take his place, he said this was a fun place to be, he also said that I have permission to pass out drinks just as he did. Anyways..." *Septim takes a seat at the bar | ||||
"DIE YOU STUPID HOES!" *Parisa pulls out a gun and shoots everybody in the balls | ||||
*misses Seloc* | ||||
*flys up out the of the bullets* | ||||
[Top] Pages: 1 (back) 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 (next) 176 |
Forum bookmarks Reset views