Sho I'm sittin' at the Therving Inn when...

[Ever 2648]

I'm sittin' at the Thervin' Inn. I had jush paid fer 200 minas worth of ale. (There wush a lot o' people inside, looked like a party! Figure I'd buy a round or 5 fer everyone inside.) Sho I'm jush sittin' there when thish bird flies right into the window! I figured it wush probably one o' my birdsh (they tend to do that, I think it'sh the ale...). It had a likkle note attatched, sayin' shumpfin like "EVER I NEED YOU TO COMESH TO YER INN CUSH SOMETHINSH HAPPENIN" or sumpfin like that I can't remember.

So I left, (wiffout gettin' any ale, I might add! Hope you guysh enjoyed the ale that I bought fer ya!) 'n wandered back home. Sho I get home, 'n wander on down to where me matesh room is. (I ushed the super secret trapdoor! For convenianshe, of courshe.) He's got shum pershon outside yellin' at him 'n shayin' he'sh gonna kill 'em!

Well I'm all fer tha diplermatic approach. Sho I ask why my mate needsh to be dead? 'n then they shay cush he's alive! Thatsh the worst (n' maybe the besht, I still haven't figure it out myself) reason ta kill someone I've ever heard of!

Sho then me Robey Mate comesh down too. (Exshept he washn't wearin' hish robes, so I'd guesh he was me Un-Robed-Robey Mate...or sumpfin) Sho he'sh shayin' open the door. I think thash a good plan, I mean he ish my friend, affta all. So then I open the door, 'n next thing I know I got me mate bein' attack!

I only had shum bread on me...'n...well bread doeshn't do mush to a suit o' iron. Shumone wush lishenin' to the whole thing from above though, 'n next thing I know they're down here!

So thesh two iron-clad warriosh are fightin', me mate ish dead, 'n I'm shtandn' here shuroounded by zombies 'n skellingtons. I beat a few of them back to death 'n followed the newcomer iron-clad back up the trapdoor.

There wush even more people up ther! Sho we're standin' around, me Robey-Mate yellin' at the iron-clad that killed hish iron-clad mate. Jush a whole bunsh o yellin. AND THEN! LIGHTNIN' AND THUNDERSH!

That poor iron-clad mate, dint shtand a chanshe...pewpew...It wushn't a pretty shight, I tell ya what...

Shumone new shows up 'n chashes me robey mate off, and is then in turned killed by shumone who was prowlin' about the treesh wearin' a shet o' diamond. Me mate evenshually made it back 'ome sho I guesh he didn't die! thash one good thing!

Oi, I jush need a drink. Ish been an eventful day, almosht too eventful for me...

[xmrsmoothx 317]

All I'm reading here is "ADVERTISING THERVING INN ADVERTISING THERVING INN"

[rmxelijah 0]

I was his "mate" who got attacked by the peoples. I was so upsrt that ever haf to let in those goonies. Plus ever me trapdoor is very secret except that its right by the road. I have reasons to believe that the people were an undead and his slave.

[Ever 2648]

All I'm reading here is "ADVERTISING THERVING INN ADVERTISING THERVING INN"

(( Hey, if I want to talk about the THERVING INN and THEIR GREAT, CHEAP ALE, I am going to, and you can't stop me. And why wouldn't I want to talk about the THERVING INN? They have LOW PRICES on a WIDE INVENTORY. Some could say that they have GREATEST TAVERN IN ALL OF AEGIS. :v ))

[Robin Drake 731]

^ Should have been at the first Dunfest. I paid 400 minas for ale and my liver was't afraid of anything.

[Garukumus 81]

Don't worry, the ale pays for itself.

[V0idsoldier 1139]

((Me and kahzo causing terror, nuff said peeps.))

[mylimo7 409]

:mrgreen: Free advertising, hooray!

[steelersfan1221 300]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.