The "ghost" Tavern

[Arkelos 1027]

On your travels, you begin to hear laughter and cheer as the smell of ale fills your nostrils. You look towards the distance and see a large tavern, made of redwood and smoothstone brick. The brewery behind the tavern gives off the strongest scent, a mix of Berries and ale as you creep closer to the Tavern. Music is played as you reach the doorstep, a young Elf male playing a lute shaped instrument is inside playing a fast paced song. You open the door to the tavern as a few young women of each race, excluding Orc greets you, the female Orc drinking her ale as she raises her hand and nods to you, resuming her drink.

(Spoiler for music)

"What can I git ye fer?"

A young dwarven barmaid looks at you from over the counter as she walks to the counter, now leaning over to look to you.

"I dun gotteh repeat meself fer ye, do I? Wuttye havin?"

You look to your side as you look at the menu, in very bold and straight words it reads

(Menu inside spoiler)

Teh Ghostgut Tavern Menu

The Dragon's Breath - An ale made from some of the most hottest items in Asulon, it even set the drink on fire. Drink comes with complementary milk fer yer weak arse

The Widow's Peak - Diluted Spiderblood extract mixed with herbs and berries, This one takes years ta perfect and enough time to make ye want ta climb walls!

The Vile Bile - The least requested, but a favorite to some. This ale is processed in our pet Zombie's gut then extracted from him humanely.

The Paragon's Potion - Made from herbs collected from the Karik region, this ale is guaranteed to make you as drunk as the Paragon's would want!

The Ghost Ale - Made from aged herbs from all of Asulon, this ale has the Sweetness of the elves, the sourness of the orcs, the golden glow of dem greedy alrasians, The sweet smell of the wheat fields of the humans, and da kick of some of the strongest ale known to all races!

You look back to the Female dwarf as you make your order an take out your mina pouch

Ye dun have ta pay fer yer drink, I be sellin it at the last day of da seed. I be gittin rid of meh stock so ye can have what ye want. So, let meh git da order fer ye, take yer seat and i'll be wit ye soon. dun be causin no fights or i'll kick yer arse out personally!

The female orc from before looks at you again, grinning as she hiccups. you take your seat as your senses are overwhelmed, the music, the smells, the eventual taste of the ale you had ordered, the sights of people performing for you as you enjoy yourself. Tonight... You rest at Ghost's Tavern

((This is made for those who want to RP on the forums and have nothing to do. Enjoy yourself. I'll be posting as needed))

[V0idsoldier 1139]

Taking a seat, Ahriman looks around, a aura of despair around him. His eyes dart across the room, he cant tell if people are looking at him, or if he is imagining it, he assumes the latter and waits impatiently for the dragons breath hold the milk. He hasn't felt, anything, in the last few days, even if it causes him pain he needs that jolt of feeling, something/anything to make him feel alive. He looks around again, grunting slightly.

Slamming his fist into the table

A little harder than he would have liked, he ignores the partial silence and waits for the bar maid, a certain dull, gritty taste on his tongue, he knew the feeling all to well. He had anticipated it when he stepped in, he was looking for a fight tonight, he didn't care with who or what, but he needed something to hit, and hit hard.

[Arkelos 1027]

The Barmaid glares at the man as he slams his fist, making sure she puts more blaze powder into the ale as she grins. After it's done, she brings the ale to the man, placing the ale on the table as she blows into it. The ale lighting aflame in front of the man as she smiles. "Enjoy, dun be afraid te ask if ye need anytin else!" The young dwarf walks away and begins to place more orders, and to take her vial of poison and daggers at her side, should the man try to break anything else.

[V0idsoldier 1139]

Ahriman glares at her, a faint unnoticeable smirk beneath his sand colored face mask, her audacity impressed him, but he did not have time for it now. Slowly removing his face mask, he looks at his drink, shrugging his tense shoulders as he downs it whole.

He didn't expect such pain to follow, as far as Ahriman knew his taste-buds were fried long ago, he had never tasted what he ate or drank, and he figured this to be no different. His mouth on fire, he stay sitting, as calm and firm as the chair he sits on, though with in his mouth pain lights ablaze.

He says nothing, but now knowing he is alive from the immense pain, his blood lust only grows. Standing up, his brute personality shows, his keen eyes glancing across the room for anyone worthwhile before he abruptly speaks. "Who here is worth fighting?", his voice is cold and piercing, it is matter of fact and to the point, as is he doesn't mind dying today. He says no more, but waits for any fool to get angry, he didn't care what he had to do, somebody was going to feel pain in this bar.

[Arkelos 1027]

The female dwarf glares at the man. Dipping her daggers in the poison as she grins, looking at the man. "Oi! Ye be calmin yerelf down if ye wun ta stil beh drinkin. Dun make me git all ugleh in meh own tavern!" The dwarf glares the the man, unmoving as she looks up directly at him, snarling as she looks ready to defend her tavern, even if it's the last time she's going to use it.

[Cethis Vincrute 13]

Cethis walks in, drawn by the sound of laughter and merry. He looks around before seeing a empty seat in the back corner. He looks warily at the dwarf woman and the man as he walks past, wondering what the man did to make the woman angry. He sits down and attempts to draw the barmaid over. Remembering he can not stay for long.

[V0idsoldier 1139]

"How cute" He says arrogantly, hiding his pleasant surprise behind a crude, rude personality, his eyes scan the bar once more, knowing all too well she means what she says. Ahriman never enjoyed hurting woman, though he his lust for a fight out does his few and far between morals. "I am looking for a fight, you drunk men will let this woman be the fight?". Ahriman never spoke much, but today he felt his voice come alive, his piercing voice growing.

Blood was in his normally empty eyes, every word he said he means, and he wasn't leaving here without a fight. Hoping now if he began fighting her, a man would grow a pair and try to stop him, what was once a cheerful, warm day in the tavern, turned quiet and cold. Clenching his fists in a wrapped glove, he turns to the woman, grunting again as he throws a bandaged hit to her, knowing full well she can probably hold her own.

As his fist flies, he surveys his target, her height, weight, and fighting stance being noted behind his seemingly reckless eyes.

[Arkelos 1027]

The young dwarf siddesteps and grabs the nearest stool, raising it over her head as she aims for the man's kneecaps.

"YER GUN MAKE MEH GIT UNGLEH YE STUPID ARSE!"

The young Dwarf growls, if the hit connects, she will be ready for her next attack. If it fails... Shes got something planned~

"Hello sir... mind them... What can I get you for? The young human Barmaid looks to Cethis.

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

*Borric conDoin quickly stands up, his chair falling to the floor. He wears an old brown cloak, dirty from travel, behind his dirty white Templar tabard is seen the shiny rings of chainmail. He grasps the hilt of his sword, ready to unsheathe*

"You never hit a Lady! I suggest you stand down before I have you hanged!"

[Josh △ 87]

(( A poem for this thread:

Alas, this story tis not nice,

Nor is it a persons delight

It makes you feel scared,

And it sure gave me the fright.

This thread is haunted,

The opposite of joy and glee,

And I had no other choice,

But to do what in my pants? Pee. Lul ))

[Cethis Vincrute 13]

Responds to the human barmaid with a smile asking "What is your least potent drink? I am on a journey back home and I can only stay for awhile." Notices the man attacking the dwarf, and the man knocking over the chair as he stands. Cethis stands slowly, wary of the conflict, careful not to be noticed. He draws a small dagger silently as he walks closer to the fight.Thinking to himself " What man would attack a woman!? Much less one that brings him a drink!" As he gets nearer, he notices the poem that just rang out, wondering what it is talking about.

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

"Boric, Please stop acting so hasty. The man will get his fair share."

*Thomas conDoin chuckles as he rests his hand on his brother's shoulder, Then glaring at the two fighting. Sighing with disapproval he ushers his brother to sit down*

"Sit down Boric, This is a matter we don't need to interrupt."

[V0idsoldier 1139]

Ahriman doesn't even bother moving out of the way of the reckless stool, though he sorely misjudged her strength, his goal was never to fight her, merely arouse the attention of those around him.

CRASH

It hits his kneecaps, he almost buckles as the stool breaks in several pieces around his knees. Looking down with surprise, several large splinters stick from his legs, he almost winces but keeps his cool as he rips them from his legs, blood flowing down it. He stays standing, not showing pain despite the sore pain hitting his legs. Glad someone stepped up to the plate, he turns from the woman, his hit never making contact with her, making eye contact with the Templar "Hanged? You will have to fight me first."

THROOSH

The air smashes around his fist, a small boom coming as it flies at a unreal speed, heading for the mans gut. Ahriman had no goals coming in, but he thrives on chaos, the fight only sending him further in bloodlust.

[Archmage_Cataris 622]

"Brother, listen naught to your mind, listen to your heart and your God, Ka-Hooli demands justice"

*As Borric turns back the fist hits his stomach, hitting the chainmail, almost winding him, his head jerking forward at the impact. He quickly brings his chainmail fist around in a right hook heading for the mans face*

[ScreamingDingo 20568]

*Thomas looks at the fist as he removes a smooth iron sword from it's sheathe, He swings it playfully as he watches his brother, Then walking towards the small brawl*

"Ka-hooli might need to get some blood shed in his name"

*He looks at the sword, it gleams softly in the dim tavern. The look on his face turns cold as he looks at the fists swung.*