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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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Has anybody seen my bucket of water? I left it near the bar to be used in case there was a need to extinguish a fire. | ||||
Wait a second...was that the bucket that Plato blew up way back? Septim do you remember? Or did that have something to do with Demonsul too? | ||||
"Umm..." *Arvious reads his family history. "No, that was a holy ZeTa bucket... I know, right?" | ||||
...I looked back a bit...was a water bucket for washing pigs...of course it was destroyed and then remade... | ||||
ZeTa? our god! you dare defile the name of our god?!?! you are not fit to wash the floor that he walks on. the creator shall destroy you and your kind. he shall make your fears a reality. be afraid for his wrath can be quite devistating. | ||||
*Glances over at the loud speaking man* You think I know nothing about him? This all happened back in the era of darkness of course...probably after you left the 3rd, 4th, or 5th time >_> | ||||
"...Senturu, calm down." [[ORDER: Something to make my guts spill out and eyes balls turn red... that doesn't involve geeting injured... by you, Septim... on second thought, beer is fine.]] | ||||
*Septim is about to spray paint Arvious's eyes and rip out his intestines when he says that he'd rather have beer. "Dangit..." *Septim gives Arvious a beer. | ||||
"Erm, thank you?" *Arvious drinks his beer. | ||||
"I would like a drink that has not been served in a good while here Septim..." [[Order: Classic drink]] | ||||
"I'll serve what I believe was the first drink ever served here, if my memory serves me correctly it was the Elven Bloodwine...I will quote Drakos on this one...'It has 9 levels of enjoyment, each greater than the one before, the Ninth level slows down your senses so, you can actually feel your very blood flow through your body....in short, a good drunk, and a spiritual one too.'" *Septim serves Charley the Elven Bloodwine. "Enjoy..." | ||||
ok then. ill have a simple Beer
[[ORDER: Beer]] | ||||
*Charley drinks the Elven Bloodwine and sits calmly at his stool. A few minutes later a grin starts forming and soon he has a huge smile on his face. A few more minutes later, he has a feeling of incredible relaxation upon his face and then tips over off of his stool.* | ||||
*Septim pours Senturu a "simple" beer. "You need your decent sense of how to use the English language back..." *Septim begins drawing facial hair, glasses, and other things on Charley's face while he is passed out. | ||||
*Wakes up on the floor and notices people giving him odd looks and snickering* "What?" *Sees his reflection in Senturu's beer glass* | ||||
"Can't touch this!" *Hammertime music* | ||||
*Throws drinks at Seloc to make him stop dancing* Gah no! | ||||
*Samual enters and looks around* | ||||
*Samual goes to the bar head down and orders a drink* | ||||
*Sees a man walk up to the bar* "Welcome to Ye Olde Taverne! I am Lord Charley Deallus, interim bartender until our main one returns. What drink would you like? We have anything that you could think of, including some favorites. Even I have not learned all of the drinks that are served here. Make yourself at home and while you are at it...hit Seloc so that he stops dancing." | ||||
*Septim pushes Charley out of the way. "The main one has returned, you didn't say what you wanted...so I'll give you a shot..." *Septim shoots Samual with his Single Action Army. "WooooooooooHooooooooooooo!" | ||||
*Samual see's the imatority in septim and therefore turns to charley* "just a wisky please" *Samual turns back to septim and shoots him with his double action army* | ||||
*Grabs the magical weapons* "Keep your blasphemy out of here!" | ||||
"Your calling me immature? Good Lord, you can't even spell the word correctly!" *Septim slaps Samual, then brings his hand back and backslaps him. "If you're going to disrespect the authority of the barkeep, leave...and by the way punk, this place was BUILT on immaturity..." *Septim then sucker punches Charley in the face. "And no serving people while I'm here..." *Septim serves Samual his whiskey. | ||||
*crawls onto a stool and fixes his jaw* Gah...an ale [[Ale]] | ||||
*Septim grabs Charley an ale and slams it down in front of him. "There ya go..." | ||||
*samual grabs his wisky and smashs it over septims head* *samual laughs at septim* "Best laugh in ages" *Samual then pushes septim onto the floor and stamps on him* | ||||
*Septim grabs Samual's foot and throws him out the window. "And stay out! Wasting alcohol like that..." | ||||
"Stop scaring the new patrons Septim...or else I will go over your head!" *sips on his ale slowly* "but at least this dulls the pain" | ||||
*Samual runs back in draws his sword* *Samual jumps onto the bar and chops septims head off* *samual then stabs septims heart to make sure hes dead* | ||||
*As Samual goes to attack Septim, Charley raises his own sword into the air and blocks the attack. He stands and pushes Mr. Samual away from Septim* "Come now! Cease this foolishness and have your drink. Septim! Fill this man another whiskey, my treat!" | ||||
*Septim grumbles something about Mexico before refilling Samual's drink, he then leans forward. "So...why aren't you drinking...SAM ADAMS!!!" *Septim laughs at his corny joke. | ||||
*Charley slams his head into the bar at the sound of the bad joke. Unfortunately he knocks himself out from the force he hits his head. He falls forward off of his stool onto the ground in front of the bar.* | ||||
Arvious bursts in through the door and turns to a dark elven man. "Die, you wretch!" Arvious grabs his sword and stabs it into the elf's stomach, and pulls it out. "Stupid man blew up my computer..." [[Order: Soup in a beer glass.]] | ||||
Charley crawls to his feet and touches his forehead with his finger "GAH! Septim...I could use some ice...and an ale" [[Order: Ice and Ale]] | ||||
*Samual grumbles as hes watches charley stop him and walkes out for a bit of freash air* *Samual comes back in still rather annoyed and askes for a Dr.Pepper* *Samual then turns to face charley* "why did you stop me!?!" | ||||
*Septim pours the drinks and hands them to Charley and Arvious, he then slaps Samual. "I keep forgetting to do that to newcomers...dangit..." *Septim slaps Arvious and Charley just in case... | ||||
*Glances over at Samual after being slapped* "Because the stupid random killings in here really are annoying. If you are going to kill someone, do it in a comical way that actually makes us laugh. None of the running in, killing, running out scenario as they boils my blood." | ||||
*Arvious glares at Septim for slapping him. "Inactive son of a..." Arvious mutters. *Arvious drinks his soup in a glass all in one gulp. "Woo, when they say light soup, they mean it!" *Arvious proceeds to smashing the empty glass on the nearest person, which happens to be Samual. | ||||
*Samual slaps septim back* *Samual asks charley* "are you always like this, stoping fights and using logic" | ||||
*an ant walked into the pub, crawled up onto a table where he thought 'sam needs to calm down'* | ||||
*Arvious lays his head down on the table, and sees an ant right next to him. "Ahhhhhhh!" *Arvious smashes the bug. | ||||
"Nope...I love a good fight, but only as long as you make it a good one. I prefer comical fights." *Pulls out a metal glove and slaps Arvious in the face with it, knocking him off his chair.* "Stop trying to crush the patrons. We get fewer people because of that* | ||||
*Arvious gets back up and slaps Charley. "I didn't know that bug was a patron... seems the quality of patrons is decreasing if a bug is allowed in here." | ||||
*Is slapped and pulls out a large glove and throws a metal bar into it. Charley slaps Arvious over the face as hard as he can.* | ||||
"Deal! Winner gets a box of beer. Commence the slapfest!" *Arvious slaps Charley. | ||||
"Gah...oh yeah?" *Charley slaps Arvious over the head with a puppy* | ||||
Homanil enters (chairs, bodies and teeth are flying about). 'A beer' he asks for in his deep authoritative voice whilst ducking while a yammering puppy flies overhead. | ||||
*God stop with the slaping already* *Samual chears on arnivous cause its funny* | ||||
"Ummm...who the hell is 'arnivous'...oh well, here's your beer..." *Septim hands Homanil a large beer before slapping him. "Gotta do that to every patron...tradition, welcome to the tavern!" | ||||
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