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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*enters the tavern* | ||||
*enters the tavern* *much happend, gets drunk and try to find a place to seat* =P | ||||
"Hello, Demonsul." | ||||
*finally walks back into the taverne after being sober for the past 2 eras * | ||||
*kicks the drunk Pesterd all the way over to the trash can* | ||||
*interrupts Plato's kicking to greet him, and be welcomed back into VU's RP world.* | ||||
"Welcome back Demonsul..." | ||||
"Well, It has been a while, so I can probably manage a Drunk's Demise if you would be so kind..." | ||||
*Septim has Demonsul sign a waiver. After he signs it Septim takes out a safe and opens it up to reveal a retina scanner. Septim scans his retina and it opens up to reveal a fingerprint scanner. Septim presses his finger against it and it opens to reveal the drunk's demise. Septim takes it out, pours it into a small shot glass, and puts it away. | ||||
*Drinks it, and falls unconscious* | ||||
"I believe my Septim Shot would be better suited to your needs, oh wait, he's knocked out...well." *Septim puts up a notice. One Septim Shot gives you a buzz, two knocks you out, three kills you. | ||||
*comes round* | ||||
*hears Demonsul* "stories!, come on and tell me one" *waits* | ||||
*walks in* *drinks lots* "WIBBLE" *Sits down* | ||||
* tries stepping on the ant to check f its real* | ||||
Charley, sitting at the bar, is glad that people are starting to file back into the tavern and orders a(1) [[Septim Shot]] and watches the comings and goings | ||||
*Septim pours Charley a Septim Shot and gives him a bag to vomit in in case he's a lightweight. | ||||
*walks around, bored and eventually orders a [[nice frothy beer]]* | ||||
Charley then downs the Septim Shot and his hair sticks straight up and his pupils expand | ||||
who wants to say something inappropriate | ||||
plato likes ghey foreplay? | ||||
*Septim pours a nice frothy beer into a mug and gives it to Plato. | ||||
*Demonsul finally pays attention to his surrounds and asks if anyone still wants to hear the tales of his travels.* | ||||
go on then *geets a drink and sits down* | ||||
"Well, after I left this realm, I first wandered around aimlessly. I saw many great sights, such as thousands of tiny lands in a small area and even ships that could sail in the sky with magically animated steel golems at the helm. | ||||
nice. i only found vu after a treck around MMOGs | ||||
Same....I was looking for free multiplayer games and saw this so I checked it out.... | ||||
i didn't want to give my e-mail away | ||||
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*takes a long sip from his mug* "When you gonna take The New Fuzz?" | ||||
Suddenly, a dark mist fills the room, as a tall man, that looks about the same as Plato, but stronger, and has the craziness of Gary, and holds a time staff in his hand. "Hello, Plato." A red fire came into the room, and hit Plato right in the face. [[The Family name of Arvious has returned!!!]] | ||||
*Arvious walks over to the barkeep* "Hello there. [[2 shots of whiskey]] please." *sits down at the barstools waiting for the order* | ||||
*Septim pours two glasses of whiskey for Arvious. "...so, did Plato finally get killed for good?" | ||||
"Yes, the name of Plato has been eradicated... until some insane follower decides to name himself Plato." *drinks one shot* "So, do I remember you? I don't recall ever meeting someone with the name Septim before." | ||||
"I didn't even say my name...", mutters Septim, "...assassin..." *Septim draws the great longsword Firengard, a heirloom of his family, and stabs it into Arvious's stomach. | ||||
[[Dude, you have a name tag that says BERTILIUS SEPTIM.]] *blocks it with his sword* "Hehe, for a second I would have though you were aiming to kill." *drinks the other glass* | ||||
*Septim looks at the rather large stab wound in Arvious's stomach, and shrugs. If he doesn't know it's there, I guess it doesn't matter... [[OOC: I'm not wearing a nametag...]] | ||||
Prince Bertilius Septim What's that? Eh? *sees the wound* "Holy crap! How'd that get there!?!" Arvious said sarcastically. *sews it back up* "Septim, [[5 Septim Shots]] please." | ||||
*Septim has Arvious sign a waiver and pours him five Septim Shots. "It's your funeral..." | ||||
*drinks one and reverses time* *drinks the 2nd one and reverses time* *drinks the 3rd one, and gets drunk* *drinks the other 2* *5 seconds later Plato falls onto the lumber flooring dead* | ||||
*Septim wonders why the hell Plato fell to the floor dead when Plato was already killed and Arvious was the one drinking the drinks... | ||||
Damn, note to self, Write CURRENT name. | ||||
Ernie is sad that the peace was broken once again.... | ||||
*Septim whistles and Grubbs the janitor walks in and sweeps away Arvious's dead body. Septim whistles twice and a red headed maid runs in and mobs up the urine and fecal matter that seeped through Arvious's pants after his bowels released after dying. Septim then sprays some air refreshener in the air and puts it away. | ||||
Ernie breathes in the fresh scent of the air freshener and orders a [[Septim Shot]]....ONE | ||||
*Septim pours Ernie a Septim Shot. "There you go!" | ||||
*waits for Arvious to return* | ||||
"Hey Septim, do you still have that dark ale from the Nordlands, from Wulfburg?" | ||||
oh Hi how are you?
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Ernie watches the new arrival and downs his Septim Shot in one gulp | ||||
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