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Re: The Tavern
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Didn't we burn this place down?
~Aldin, pyromaniacally He either fears his fate too much or his desserts are small That dares not put it to the touch to gain or lose it all ~James Graham |
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Another time, another place, probably a different universe.
OOC: I looked for the old tavern thread, and it seems to be long perma-deleted, not just locked. Quote:
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Tipping his hat back, the lean man eyes one of his fellow patron suspiciously. "Not that I recall..."
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A metallic creature in a blue robe clomps through the door.
I really hope this isn't one of those "we don't want your kind here" type of establishments. Walking up to an empty stool at the bar the figure sits down, stool creaking under his weight. What's on tap today? Customs here Master Set IV/Assault in the Mournlands. William099 is Lord of Blades... in THE FRACTAL COMPLEX |
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The humanoid figure scans this scene that is playing before him. He wears a mask, blue and as deep as the oceans of Toril and his eyes are black as the rock from the Volcaran Wastelands.
"..." He lifts a drink to his mask. In an instant, the drink turns to wine and is enveloped in a mysterious force, turning to steam and tendrils of the vapor spiral up through the hole where his mouth is. "..." He is pleased with how the events are going. Be polite: Don't put politics or religion in your signature! |
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From the bar, a hacking cough is heard. Through a dust cloud, a lanky figure rises from underneat, wearing a shirt two sizes two small and basketball shorts that ended just above his knees. His shoulder-length hair is tousled and untidy, and a few hairs sprout across his chin and jawline. He rubs his eyes with his right hand and fans the dust away with his left, still coughing. As the dust clears, it becomes clear that his shirt is a Red Sox T-Shirt, and there is an Arnold Palmer can stuck to the front of it.
He smiles, eyes slightly squinting, at the group gathering in the tavern, pleased to see a few of his old friends. He claps his hands and pulls a rag out of his pocket, wiping the dusty old bar down. The barkeep glares at DS but does not interfere. "This kid again...? If he breaks anything I swear to Jandar..." "Well pal, we got a nice assortment of drinks, including Ginger Ale, Romulan Ale, Blood Wine, Root Beer, Health Potions,-" "ARNOLD PALMER!" "Shut up, he's talking." "Just letting our customers know." "It's not even on tap... we only have it canned. And you drank all of it." "Oh yea..." "... and anything you can name, we have a magic tap in the back room, courtesy of our old buddy Dragonfire." "You're lucky I'm letting you behind the bar, you're as sure as sugar not going in the back room." "He's scary... I don't like him." "Shut up." "Anyways, how can we help you? Oh boy - grease up those hexagons! |
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Why thanks! I'll start with a Ginger Ale and a Root Beer. After that if I could have an Amaretto Sour on the rocks please!
Customs here Master Set IV/Assault in the Mournlands. William099 is Lord of Blades... in THE FRACTAL COMPLEX |
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