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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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strange this is, ive had plenty of beers but not paid for a single one | ||||
*Sips on an ale* "That is what makes this place so great. Besides, a good number of us here are rich and pay for everyone's drinks for the day." | ||||
CHEERS FOR BEING RICH! | ||||
"Cheers!" *raises his glass in a toast* | ||||
"Charley, buy me a drink mate. I seem to have blown most of my money!" | ||||
lol | ||||
"Not a problem!" *Pulls out some coins and hands them to Jonny* "Sorry, but my legs gave out awhile ago...I cannot make it to the bar at this time" | ||||
100000000000000000000 mugs of beer on the wall 100000000000000000000 mugs of BEEER! you take one down ya pass it around 999999999999999999999 mugs of beer on the wall! COME ON People JOIN ME! | ||||
"no, thats crazy" *Jonny sits down at the bar and orders a beer* | ||||
*They sing the song and it lasts for several days, when finally they finish* *Charley is sitting in the corner, a large pile of beers around him. His eyes are bloodshot and he is mumbling random gibberish to himself* "Berr on teh wal, one-two..." | ||||
*Septim stands watching. "Well now, he seems to have driven him sane, poor lad...play this mix tape, that should bring him his insanity, now, time for those drinks!" *Septim hands Jonny a mix tape and pours everybody's drinks. He then cuts everybody's purses, takes the gold owed, and then replaced the change (if there is any) and laughs. | ||||
*Jonny walks over the the huge stereo and plays the mix tape* "Boom boom chicka chicka boom boom chicka chicka ""1000000 bottles, of beer on the wall"" chicka chicka ""1000000 bottle of beer"........." *Jonny wonders if two more days will go by before this ends as well.* "Septim, if we have to listen to this song again, I'm gonna need some more beer" | ||||
i cant beleive Charley drank 100000000000000000000 beers in 5 days. im suprised he aint dead *pokes the seamingly lifeless body* | ||||
*Charley suddenly walks in the door* "Good day! I will be back later, for I am exploring the most peculiar city i've ever seen." *Walks out the door* | ||||
*Septim pours Jonny a beer and slides it to him. He then walks over to the beer pool and tests the water. "Ahhhh...nice!" *Septim takes off all of his clothes and turns around. "C'mon!" *Septim jumps in. | ||||
errrr septim of Cyrodill? there are no heirs to the throne >_<' put your underwear on for peats sake! | ||||
"No! And I have no idea who this Septim of Cyrodiil is, I am Septim of Cidel...though if you read a story my master has written, Septim's Travels, you will find your answer..." | ||||
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*Walks in, looks at Onex, and walks out again.* | ||||
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*meets up with onex* smokes a pipe with cherry flavor tobacco* hello ^_^ | ||||
*pushes his hood back and looks around the room, shakes his head and smiles* "A damn motley crew this one... Barkeep! Yet another round for the House" *throws a few gold coins on the bar and smiles at the barkeep* | ||||
*Raises his glass* "Ohhhh I am a lord of Ta-si-di-an! And here I am dr-unk a-gain." *Tips over* | ||||
*Septim looks at Kev. "Right away good sir!" *Septim pulls out several bottles and pours drinks for all...except himself... | ||||
"Hurray!! more free beer" | ||||
*Stands up* ...well im off on another adventure! *Goes out the door* | ||||
what happend to vodka!!!??? | ||||
*A cloaked and hooded figure wanders in. If you were truly observant, the gleam of armor is seen beneath his robe as he crosses the room with the sure and confident steps of a master swordsman. He seats himself in a darkened corner and surveys the room, face still hidden by the darkness and shadows of his hood* | ||||
lol souns like lord of the rings | ||||
lol. come here Duke and have a smoke with us. *smiles fully and happily* | ||||
*Kicks open the door* "Hello good sir! Welcome to the tavern. Have you visited here before? I believe I may recognize you from a previous visit, or my father may have described someone like you to me. Would you care to have a drink? I am not sure where the bartender is, but he is usually here.....odd" *Sits down at the bar* | ||||
i herd the bartender got mugged by a wizard and is looking for him in Valhalla. just a rumor tho. | ||||
*Sigh* "If only Drakos or another bartender was here. Drakos owns the tavern and he could take over until Septim finds his way back here...." | ||||
*looks around and frowns* "Who will serve us drinks? This place will become a madhouse if these crazies don't get their medicine!" | ||||
*throwing back his hood Drakos stands up laughing* | ||||
*Eyes widen* "Wait...are you waying there is no need for a bartender anymore?! Just...a mad, unorganized rush for the bar?" | ||||
*pandemonium breaks out* | ||||
*Tackles the person dressed like a monk, into the side of the bar* "Aha! Oh...wait...I thought we were starting a fight...." *Slides to the shadowy corner of the room* | ||||
*Septim extends his wristblade and stabs a random person in the stomach, he then draws a longsword, blocks two slashes at him, and parries the enemy's blade into a wall. He kicks the enemy down, cuts his/her throat, and jumps behind the bar, grabbing a shotgun he begins shooting crazy drunken patrons attempting to get beer without being served. After running out of shells he tosses the shotgun aside and gets a M60 machine gun. He begins shooting patrons charging at the bar. "Errrrrrrr-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" yells Septim as he fires the weapon. *As the many patrons lie dead in pools of their own (and other people's) blood, Grubbs (one of the patrons who didn't charge the bar) approaches Septim. "Ummm...Drakos paid for every single ale and drink in the bar...so they were legally allowed to do that..." *Septim looks at the mounds of corpses littering the tavern floor. "Well...*whistles*" *Thunderous footsteps are heard as thirty clones enter the tavern. They clear out all the bodies and mop the floors, leaving the tavern as it had been before the mess. "There we go..." | ||||
*Charley then sneaks up behind Septim and steals the "evil" weapons and destroys them. He then jumps on Septim from behind and tackles him to the ground, punching him in the face before running passed the mob of people fighting in the tavern* | ||||
*Septim gets up and wipes the blood from his mouth, he then throws a golf ball at the back of Charley's head. | ||||
*Charley dove and blocked with a random trout he had found on the floor. He then threw the trout at Septim's head.* | ||||
*Septim claps his hands together right as the trout is a three feet from his head, catching the trout with his hands. He then tosses the trout aside and pulls out a long rusty nail. "I am so gonna kill you with tetanus!" *Septim charges at Charley and stabs at him. | ||||
*Charley slides to his left and drops a banana peel on the ground in front of Septim. He then dove out the window* | ||||
*Septim slips, then gets up to see Charley dive into a shatterproof window, which leaves a large bump on his head. Septim picks up his nail and runs at him, again attempting to stab him with a rusty nail. | ||||
*Charley recovered quickly and threw a glass jar of peanut butter, a roll of toilet paper, and then quickly threw some marshmellow peeps into the fireplace and they exploded in a blast of creme. Charley took this distraction time and hid in the men's bathroom and locked the door.* | ||||
*Septim laughed at Charley's misfortune. "The poor bastard..." *Septim hears miniguns firing inside the bathroom as Scientist's auto-turrets tear Charley to pieces. | ||||
From the outside of the bathroom, all Septim can hear is. "OH GOD!....OH GOD" On the inside....Charley was fighting for his life. He managed to rip a toilet out of it's place and dove down the drain and through the sewage. He crawled all the way until he was outside, where he passed out. | ||||
*Septim, not knowing that Charley had survived, jumps behind the bar and begins washing glasses while singing a merry toon. | ||||
*Charley kicks in the door to the tavern and stumbles in. The bullet holes all over his body are very obvious. He stumbles to the bar and sits down.* "Bartender! A drink please" | ||||
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