Skippy 2466 Share Posted September 7, 2012 The cheering of drunk dwarves can be heard and seen from the wall-less tavern. Dwarves are having drinking contests at the bar, telling stories of war, gambling, and generally socializing. What do you do? Menu of available Ale Dirt Piss - "Tastes like piss, probably because it is." - 1 mina [[ very weak, tasteless boose ]] Irongut Reserve - "Refined brew for a refined dwarf." - 3 minas [[ good tasting, medium strength ]] Baels' Burner - "It's like drinking fire." - 7 minas [[ incredibly strong, tastes like burn ]] Karik's Kick - "The working dwarfs ale." - 2 minas [[ strong, average taste ale ]] OOC As some dwarves can not get online when others are online, I thought I'd create this nice little forum RP hub. I know, yes, it is a bit small, though it isn't meant to be complex. Feel free to jump into this forum RP, as long as you're a dwarf or a respected member of our society, I'm okay with it. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Morkas (Wrathstar555) 34 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Morkas makes his way behind the counter, and awaits any lads who are looking to get a drink. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TEEbrown 348 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Nanir Sternbrew walks in and takes a seat closest to the counter, facing Morkas. Scratching his beard slightly and shuffles in his chair until he is comfortable, he calls for a drink. "'ey, yah got any ales back dere er w'at?" Smirking at his jest, hoping the larger dwarf didn't take it too seriously. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Morkas (Wrathstar555) 34 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Morkas, happy to be behind the counter of his newly bought tavern, responds to Nanir in an upbeat tone, saying, "aye, lad, ah du! let meh just gu git sum frum de brewery, gotta keep it fresh, eh?" After he finishes talking with Nanir, Morkas rushes downstairs, and pours a tall mug of ale, and reminds himself to ask Nanir how the ale is. He hurries back upstairs, and slams the mug down on the table. A little spills out on the counter, but Morkas doesn't mind. He then turns to Nanir, and says "drink up, lad!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TEEbrown 348 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Holding the pint with two hands Nanir somewhat inspects the frothy brew. He begins by sniffing it. Carefully sloshing the foamy liquid side to side, he inhales deeply. He sips a small amount, just getting the foam down his throat as well as in his beard. After one quick sip, he takes several gulps and reponds with a refreshing. "Ahhh.." "Dis ale is great! Ah bit weak frum lack ov age.. but still stronger t'en any ov th' stuff th' tall-uns make, eh?" He gives a little, "heh heh heh" and drinks a bit more of the ale. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Morkas (Wrathstar555) 34 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Morkas, happy to see that his first customer is enjoying the brew, says with a grin, "glad ye loik it, lad! anuder un uv de lads whu owns dis place, Bael tunnelsmasher, 'as told me dat 'e plans tah make ah machine dat will create ah strong ale wifout needin tah age it fer ah long toim. Ah look forward tah seein' de machine dat does dat!" Morkas leans on the bar, and says "su lad, ah dunnae fink ah'v seen ye 'bout. What's yer name?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TEEbrown 348 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Shrugs in a disbelief about some machine that could produce basically a merical. He puts down his pint, about half full, leaving a frothy ring around his beard which he removes with a swipe of his arm. "Mos' jus' call meh Nanir, ahm ov th' Sternbrew clan. Not much else ter say, jus' decoided ter come down frum th' mountains above ter see w'at was all th' 'appenins' 'round 'ere." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Morkas (Wrathstar555) 34 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Morkas nods, and says "well, ye came at ah gud toim, lad, what wif de tavern jus' openin' an all." Morkas then leans against the wall, and awaits any other dwarves that seek a drink.Deciding that no one else is going to be about, he decides to head off to his home, hoping to get some rest ((gotta go to sleep, wish I could RP this more :/)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Bael, on of the six owners of the tavern is seen carrying large metal cylinders, glass pipes, retorts and heating elements into one of the rooms of the tavern. He ignores everyone around him and pays no heed to the conversations that are occurring. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TEEbrown 348 Share Posted September 7, 2012 As he is almost finished with his drink, a sudden spark of inspiration comes to the young dwarf's mind. With out another thought, in most cases Nanir speaks without thinking anyway, he blurts out his thought. "Yah know, ah beh pretty good wit' th' tavern work meself, me bein' a Sternbrew 'n all. 'ows 'bout ah work fer yah 'ere, ah dun need much as in coin, jus' a job workin' wit' th' ales wuld beh grand!" He sits there with a smiling, dumb look upon his face, unaware of the slightly direct demand he made. But as he says this, he sees the dwarf walk off to his home. His hope is a bit renewed when he sees more dwarves walking in, hoping that one of them might have heard his offer. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swgrclan 2682 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Nesmav slams the door to the tavern open to make a noticeable entrance; stepping in and scanning the room before calling out to the barman, "Oi'm thursteh fer' som'tin strong!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Bael's voice rings, above the hammering of iron, from a room on an upper floor. Ah'm nae dun 'ere! Jus' wait a momen'! The faint sound of iron striking iron and the crashing of items on the ground comes to a halt after several minutes and Bael slowly bounds down the stairs into the tavern's main room and opens to barrier into the staff area and comes to the counter. We dunnae 'ave much roight now. Ah can get yer some uv 'Bael's Burner' er jus' sum normal ale. Alsuh, ef yer feelin' lioke a prickey, ah got woine. Bael looks back at Nesmav with a quizzical look, waiting his reply. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TEEbrown 348 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Slightly startled by the loud entrance of the dwarf, Nanir quickly turns around in a slightly twisting motion with his arm on the back of his chair. Noticing it is just another thirsty dwarf, he twists back around facing the bar. He looks down into his empty tankard and replies to the dwarf in a low, sombering tone. "Th' bardwarf jus' left wit'out any word..." He gets lost in a daydream, looking into the faint puddle in his empty pint, not listening to the other bardwarf that entered the room talking. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swgrclan 2682 Share Posted September 7, 2012 He narrows his eyes and replies to Bael, tromping up to the counter, "Oi'm nawt nae aneh "prickeh", lad. Gimmae som' uff t'at Burneh stoff." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phelrin 60 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Phelrin walks into the tavern and takes a seat in the back corner. He slowly takes off is helmet, trying to minimize the pain of the burns. As his helmet comes off, he quickly pulls up his hood as to shield his face from the other patrons at the bar. Moving his helmet to the floor, he calls out to the barkeep. It is a forceful call, loud enough to makesure he is heard, yet calm enough as not to disturb the other drinkers "Barkeep, ale if ye please. Irongut reserve" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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