''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
''May the Gods give you the strength and power to bear the madness which flows through our minds.''
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
*Walks in, rubbing his head.* Oi, all these idiots in town... Head aching... Must have drink...
*Sits at the bar, unsheathing his sword Masaka and setting it beside him, stretching before he slaps the bar to get the bartender's attention, his old chain mail rattling under his tunic with every movement.* Bartender, Jack 'n' Coke on the rocks. And a round for all the people who have been here sense before Diablo 3 was announced!
They will eventually leave though, hopefully. If not, we will simply find another town to call home. This warrior is not fond of the big cities that this is showing signs of becoming...
Hell nah. No new people in this bar! *Grabs Masaka, moving it up to the intruder's chin, his other hand on Makara.* I said out you son of a... *Takes a swig of his drink, then puts his left hand back on Makara, his eyes cold, staring at the intruder.* Or pay... With blood...
Hey Joe, I'll take a dark beer. Where has Z been? I haven't seen him in quite awhile.
*takes seat in the rear, looks up into the rafters*
Doesn't look like FrenchKitty has been here in awhile either.
*starts humming to self*
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
*Sheaths his swords and grabs his drink, walking up and sitting beside Stormcat, arm around her.* Hey hun. Yea, Zubin's gone missing, I'd assume to go tackle personal demons. FrenchKitty's probably the same. *Takes a swig of his Jack 'n' Coke.* Damn braindead zombies invading town... One day, one day, I'm gonna kill the whole lot of them. I swear it. Damn braindead zombies...
He sheaths his twin short swords, Masaka and Makara, matching cabbards both on his left side, his Master Sword still upon his back, before taking another deep swig of his now luke-warm beverage. He then stands up, throwing his dark forest green cloak over himself, the hood hiding his eyes and nose in shadow. He sticks out his hand above the bar, dropping coins, the distinct sound as the metal hits the wood. Then, without a word, he turns about exiting the Tavern, blending into the night.
*notices a guy in green sheath his swords and takes his leave - then Jeru comes in and he hasn't noticed me here in the back*
*sneaking up on him as he is sharpening his arrows, but he surprises me by turning and facing me quickly*
Damnit - I was gonna make you jump. *takes a seat next to him*
Can I get you to sharpen my staff and dagger while you are at it? I will get you another beer.
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
*begins to sing with other equally inebriated patrons* Beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer. A long time ago, way back in history, when all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea, a long came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops. Hey! He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, and to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer. The Drunken Rat, the Aiken Drum, the Trowies Pub as well, one thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell. So all ye lads and lasses at eleven O'clock yestop. For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops. One, two, three, four, five,.. Hey! He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, and to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer. A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick, the kind of lubrication to make your engines tick. Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. It's only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax. One, two, three, four, five,.. Hey! He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, and to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer. The Lord bless Charlie Mops!
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-Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth.
You don't have to make new ones - I would just like mine sharpened.
*hands him another beer*
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
*joins in with Elfen and the other patrons singing*
Too bad Murder or Thas arn't here - we could use some instrumental backup.
*raises mug in toast*
"To alcohol, the cause and solution to all of life's problems!" hiccup hiccup doh
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Smiling is infectious.
Give, expecting nothing thereof. ------------ BoD - Come have some fun! Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Wow... this place is a mess. Thas is passed out under a table beer is everywhere... just the way i left it. *walks into ye back room, comes back out with two bottles of his finest ale* good night
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If you ever meet a hafling and a hungry dragon you dont have to outrun the dragon, you only have to outrun the hafling.
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
''Zubin, I've always imagined you as a crazy raver. The kinda guy that spends all night dancing to trance music while waving glow sticks and popping ecstasy.'' - Murderface
*Sits at the bar, unsheathing his sword Masaka and setting it beside him, stretching before he slaps the bar to get the bartender's attention, his old chain mail rattling under his tunic with every movement.* Bartender, Jack 'n' Coke on the rocks. And a round for all the people who have been here sense before Diablo 3 was announced!
*Sighs deeply to himself.*
They will eventually leave though, hopefully. If not, we will simply find another town to call home. This warrior is not fond of the big cities that this is showing signs of becoming...
Hey Joe, I'll take a dark beer. Where has Z been? I haven't seen him in quite awhile.
*takes seat in the rear, looks up into the rafters*
Doesn't look like FrenchKitty has been here in awhile either.
*starts humming to self*
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
*sneaking up on him as he is sharpening his arrows, but he surprises me by turning and facing me quickly*
Damnit - I was gonna make you jump. *takes a seat next to him*
Can I get you to sharpen my staff and dagger while you are at it? I will get you another beer.
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
Beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer.
A long time ago, way back in history,
when all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea,
a long came a man by the name of Charlie Mops,
and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops.
Hey! He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
The Drunken Rat, the Aiken Drum, the Trowies Pub as well,
one thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell.
So all ye lads and lasses at eleven O'clock yestop.
For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops.
One, two, three, four, five,..
Hey! He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer.
A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the kind of lubrication to make your engines tick.
Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
It's only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax.
One, two, three, four, five,..
Hey! He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king,
and to his praises we shall always sing.
Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer!
Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer
tiddly beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer.
The Lord bless Charlie Mops!
*hands him another beer*
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
gamma11 > east
Too bad Murder or Thas arn't here - we could use some instrumental backup.
*raises mug in toast*
"To alcohol, the cause and solution to all of life's problems!" hiccup hiccup doh
Folks will always come and go, so enjoy them while they're meant to be in your life.
*walks into my back room... emerges several seconds later with several barrels of ale*
now this is how it should be done my friend.