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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Dec 5, 2005 1:27:05 GMT -5
Wearing a long tattered black tabard with a Dragoon sash, Nichtmar sits at the bar. Looking left then right, “Hmm Where is everyone?” Scratching his ogre head, “hey bar keep!” Pauses for a reply, head tilted like a curious animal waiting for understanding. Growling as he steps around the bar he grabs a mug, turns the tap, fills his cup and takes a swig.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Dec 6, 2005 23:47:24 GMT -5
Sits and taps his figners and sips his ale, listening to the chirp of chrickets and feels the stair of "9 Views"
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Post by Sir Rune on Dec 7, 2005 9:32:33 GMT -5
Rune walks in to the tavern looking around, finaly settling his gaze upon Nichtmar. "Where is everyone? I haven't seen anyone for a couple of days now, but i sense many people looking. Did you scare all of them away with your smell?"
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Post by Frost on Dec 7, 2005 18:14:41 GMT -5
*The double doors flap mysteriously as Rune and Nichtmar look to them upon hearing the noise. A slight look of confusion passes across their faces. There's no wind today...whats going on? is the question dancing about their minds as they turn about as if looking for some new occupant of the room. The two turn and shrug, Nichtmar going back to his mug*
"You know...I think it's against the rules of the tavern to help yourself to your own beverages" Frost says, perched on the counter, a mug from behind the counter in his hand. As he finishes his sentance, he brings the cup to his lips, draining it's content slowly. He sets the half empty mug upon the counter and hops down next to his shield which now too carried the mark of the dragoons. He pulled at his black cloak, collecting the fur about him, his brown leather boots making little noise as he stepped towards Nichtmar. He embrassed the ogre as a brother for a moment "It's been a while, Ogre...how have you been keeping?" then as he turned to Rune he bowed "A pleasure to meet you, I am Frost, Duke of Aethenu"
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Post by Sir Rune on Dec 7, 2005 22:08:44 GMT -5
"The pleasure is mine lord Frost. I have heard much about about you and your dragoon brethren and look forward to one day joining the ranks of such noble fighters. Your ogre friend and i were just discussing the lack of people about as of late. Do you have any ideas?"
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Post by Frost on Dec 7, 2005 22:13:55 GMT -5
Well...as you previously suggested, there is the smel-" Frost quickly ducked as the Ogre's fist came in with a plafull, yet strong, jab.
"Other than that," he said, returning to his full height "No idea"
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Post by Sir Rune on Dec 7, 2005 22:28:28 GMT -5
Just as well, i sort of enjoy the peace and quite. It is a relief to not be constantly pestered by the crazy dwarf. It gives one time to relax and think"
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Dec 9, 2005 6:59:24 GMT -5
Shrugs "Got me, fellas. maybe it 's the snow got em' all tucked in der beddys." Flicks Frost in the forhead. " I stink very pretty!" Grabs two mugs, fills em with brew and slides them to Rune and Frost.
"Drink up boys!"
"I was tink'n maybe we should start some fight'n maybe thad bringem com'n!"
Hauls back and punches Rune in the face. Rune falls back sitting on a table.
"HA!"
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Post by Sir Semi on Dec 9, 2005 9:05:07 GMT -5
Laughter can be heard from behind the bar at Rune's expense, and when the others look to see what's going on they see Dhugal laying on the ground letting a keg of Ale pour into his mouth, and on the floor, and anything else nearby.
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Post by Frost on Dec 10, 2005 20:59:01 GMT -5
*Frost collects his cloak about him and away from the spillage being created by Dhugal, stepping back slightly as it floods across the floor*
Hello, Sword Brother. How are the wife and kids? Well enough I should hope, I'd hate to hear the reason for your merry-making is to drown out depression.
*as he finished his sentance he dodged the bar stool flung in his direction between the scuffle of Nichtmar and Rune.*
OOC: I editted your post Frost, it is Rune, not Rook... Dhugal ;D OOC: Ah, my bad. Im getting my R's mixed up.
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Post by Aidan Furey on Dec 10, 2005 23:17:23 GMT -5
::As the many are involved with the on-going Intoxication inside the tavern, as host of about ten horses and riders arrives. A Cloaked figure dismounts the lead, red-haired horse. Notably there is a cross on the right fore-arm of this figure as he adjusts his bracer.::
::Quietly ever so quietly the wind seeped under the door of the tavern and gave a tattle-tale whisper of a presence that caught everyones ear. All was silent, when the door violently opened with a burst of freezing air and sleet. A figure caked in snow advances, looking left and right. The figure steps in and flips back his cloak revealing the pelt of the "Dragoons" of the Northern-Steppes.::
Voice: Oi! I Dinnae what ye'varmin are thinkin' leavin' me out of a Good'drink er'too But, yon kegs have sent me an invitation, and since it be the same ale, springing from the vein's of Rivendell, I shall have to try my share.
::throwing back the hood of the cloak, the weathered slightly unshaved face of Furey is revealed in the light of the tavern::
Furey: Well mates, I'm'ome To yah droogies
::Furey announced with a hearty grin, and nine others of the Aethenric Kingdom following him in.::
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Dec 11, 2005 2:38:33 GMT -5
"Ha! Evening to you brother" Stepping to Furey and giving him a firm hand shake and slapping him on the back. "It's good to see ya!" Looking past him and brushing the snow off Furey's shoulders. "Bit nasty out, eh?"
Pauses for a moment to hear the sound of golden ale splattering.
"Ah! the keg has sprung a leek."
Running behind the bar and sliding into the wall, the whiskey bottles rattle as Nichtmar turns the corner.
"DHUUUGGAL ya crazy bast'd, when'd you get here?"
Stands as if seeing a miracle before his eyes as the golden liquid funnels into the mouth of Dhugal.
Licking his lips, "is good isn't it?"
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Post by Sir Rune on Dec 15, 2005 11:01:16 GMT -5
walks up behind nitchmar and aps him on the shoulder. "Paybacks a b**** isn;t it." Hauls back to puch nitchamr in the faces and slipps and falls onto the floor.
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Post by Aidan Furey on Dec 16, 2005 0:09:14 GMT -5
::Furey looks to Rune in a weird way, and takes a side glance at the heap of Rune on the floor.::
Furey: He's Cut of mate.......
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Dec 16, 2005 10:49:54 GMT -5
::Turns around to see Rune squirming on the floor in the puddle of beer. ::
Nichtmar: Thats for sure. Ya know Rune, ya may be a bit more mindful of ya surround'ns. Just a thought.
::Nichtmar goes to step over Rune, when suddenly Rune grab's his foot and Nichtmar crashes to the floor, his mug shatters, ale flows from the broken shards. Nichtmar slowly Gets to his feet.
Nichtmar: Beer... wAiSting BEER... (Breathing heavy) Floor... AnGRy....
::Furey knows what could happen next, he quickly grabs a mug of beer and puts it Nichtmar's hands.::
Furey: Easy Fella
Nichtmar: Golden... Amber... ale (calming) soo good when it touches (slirp) my lips. birds, clouds like fairys on your nose Bubbles. Woooo Thanks Furey almost lost it there.
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Post by Sir Rune on Dec 18, 2005 18:47:53 GMT -5
"easy there the non ryhming shakespear. that ale aint nothing to go crazy about. " To Furey: "What brings you guys this far from home and how long do you plan to stay?"
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Post by Sao on Jan 5, 2006 0:58:35 GMT -5
"Not long I hope..." A loud feminine voice sounded from behind Rune. The tiny elf walked around Rune and lightly kicked the ogre in the shin. "You're making a mess! I swear to great Siira, goddess of chaos, even she'd be dumbfounded at how three grown men and an ogre could cause such an uproar." Sao crossed her arms and glared at Nichtmar in particular. "You four have managed to clear out over half the tavern with your drunken foolery." She sighed, done scolding for the moment. "Ogre, get me a drink." She comanded. Most people would never speak to an ogre or anything twice their size like that, but little Sao was feisty and powerful for her size. (it also helped that she liked to think she was quite scary)
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Post by Sir Rune on Jan 6, 2006 8:37:10 GMT -5
Damn elf, always coming in and ruining are fun. Cant ya just let us have a little drunken fight. Or better yet, join in! *pushes her backwards, where she proceeds to fall on her butt because Nichtmar had crouched right behind her in hope of a little mischief.* haha, i thought you elves had good balance. Maybe you shouldn't be drinking that there drink.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 6, 2006 8:44:26 GMT -5
Helps Sao up. Flicks Rune in the head I was trying to get up, terd.
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Post by Sir Rune on Jan 6, 2006 8:47:35 GMT -5
ohhh, well anyways...
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 6, 2006 9:05:02 GMT -5
Grabs a mug of ale.
Sarcasticly, "For what reason do ya honor us with ya presence, wee elf?"
Scratches his chin
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Post by Sir Rune on Jan 6, 2006 9:06:47 GMT -5
yah, what ya doing here?
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Post by Gravein Narmolanya on Jan 6, 2006 9:19:24 GMT -5
::as everyone hears some middleaged man scream they see rune fall to the ground with a figure on top of him. there is silince for a moment:: You said you wanted to fight ehh. well lets go ::the figur stands up and urges rune on:: my name is gravein by the way.
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Post by Sir Rune on Jan 6, 2006 9:22:55 GMT -5
heya, whatchout for the ogre behind you! *as gravein turns around, Runew picks him up and throws him over the bar counter. * Next time, dont suprise me ya crazy elf. But lets go! -*jumps over counter and* ... ahh, *gets his foot caught and falls on his face.* uhhh, maybe a little to much to drink.
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Post by Sir Nichtmar on Jan 6, 2006 9:23:06 GMT -5
Attention adverted to the fight.
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