Author Topic: [RP] The Dubliner Tavern  (Read 1290 times)

(RIP) Rhun Kernew

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[RP] The Dubliner Tavern
« on: 24 December, 2014, 10:42:15 AM »
Rhun strolls in and... THUNK ... Tripped by the spider webs.  "Well, that was an interesting greeting," Rhun said as the spiders scampered away.  Rhun sauntered over to a table, dusted off the seat and a small part of the table.  "Barman!  BARMAN!!  ...Barman??  Well.  Seems as if one has to serve themselves around here."  Rhun grabbed a bottle something resembling mead...or ale...whiskey?  and sat back down.  "Gah!  This...uhhh...drink is stale.  Hrmm..."

(RIP) Cristianus Von Hamaburg

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Re: [RP] The Dubliner Tavern
« Reply #1 on: 24 December, 2014, 11:42:27 AM »
A old man is sitting in the corner  on a dirty table and the head rest on his arms.
The clothes are filthy and his curlish hairs  hanging in a wooden bowl with undefined rest of puree.
A shaky voice comes out:
"What are you scream so terrible? And what you mean with "Whiskey"?
I never heard it before!  You perhaps mean aqua vitae or uisge beatha?"


He grunt and continued to sleep...

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Re: [RP] The Dubliner Tavern
« Reply #2 on: 24 December, 2014, 09:13:21 PM »
Oh, aye, spiderweb thick enough to trip a man......?

Pulls sting and begins looking about for Shelob....


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Re: [RP] The Dubliner Tavern
« Reply #3 on: 24 December, 2014, 11:29:04 PM »
Rhun kind of eyes the old man sitting in the corner.  Staring towards the bottom of his bottle, Rhun wonders if he just downed the "witch's brew."  Rhun turned an eye towards the corner and still thought the noise came from a dessicated corpse.  "Maybe it's just the lighting in here.  Jerk spiders blocking out the sun and all."  Then, at the announcement of Shelob, Rhun jumps under the table hold his bottle as if it would magically turn into a sword...or some other useful defensive device.  "Maybe a band will come in to play a jig soon to liven up this place."