Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Bael smiles as he hears the Burner has been ordered. He walk to the rear wall and opens up a small bottle, with 'NO NAKED FLAMES' written on it clearly. With a mischievous grin, he pours in into a mug until it is nearly overflowing and hands it to Nesmav. Sev'n moinash an' nae nakid flames. Dunae drink tuu much at wunce tuu er et will knock yer owt cold. Returning to the counter, Bael takes another mug from the rack and fills it from the keg marked 'Irongut Reserve'. He returns to Phelrin and plants it on the table in front of him. T'ree moinash an' ah can shove et on a tab ef yer wan'. Returning to behind the counter, Bael takes some stone tablets and a chisel from under the counter placing them on the top of the counter, readying them for carving the bar tabs into, knowing full well the dwarfs who are after drink soon on their way. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swgrclan 2682 Share Posted September 7, 2012 "Bah!" Nesmav grunts out upon hearing the part about drinking too much, "Dis' bluddeh stoff ain't gunnae duu shoite! Harharhar!" And with that, he chugs down the entire mug; tipsy and then smashed minutes later, stumbling off to the side and collapsing on the floor, the mug sent flying to the other side of the room as Nesmav smacks into the floor, drooling and half-concious. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skippy 2466 Author Share Posted September 7, 2012 Skippy pulls the door open, waving his hands widely as he enters the tavern. He looks to Phelrin, nodding, his bearded braids swaying as he does so. He begins walking over to him, the sound of his clanking war boots hitting the ground as he walks. "Ello, Phelrin! 'Ow ya be doin', me friend!?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kirrekith 80 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Sara'Lyne moves into the Tavern, how had her father endured through this? She thought to herself as she moved herself to a seat, she was a young Elven girl, barely in her twenties. Huffing slightly she looked at the counter. "Do you have any of the Karik reserve?" she asked softly remembering her father’s tales of the bitter made back then. Not waiting for an answer she pulls a lute from her bag and begins to sing an old Dwarven folk song. “We are the sons of Urguan,” “The children of the ground,” “The dwellers of the deepest caves,” “Where great riches be found,” “No dark elf nor tunnel beast,” “Can drown our noble sound,” “For we are the sons of Urguan,” “The children of the ground,” She sings softly the first verse, playing the song slowly as she sung it Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TEEbrown 348 Share Posted September 7, 2012 Nanir's ears perk up as he hears the tune of an old dwarvish song. He lifts his head form his dreamlike state. He listens to the song intently, every verse, very limrick. Upon finishing, he applauds in appreciation. He walks over to the elven lass with the lute. "W'ere 'ad yah learned t'at song? 'nd t'ose docile tones frum t'at... er... wired box." The young dwarf looks with an inspired expression. "Ahm ah bit ov ah an aspirin' bard meself." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skippy 2466 Author Share Posted September 7, 2012 Skippy bursts out into laughter, turning his sight to Sara'Lyne. A grand smile is upon his chubby face, hidden by his braided beard. Resting his right arm on the counter, he asks her a question, in a comedic tone of voice. "Oi, ya are not a son uv Urguan, ya be a fair lasseh! Har har!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phelrin 60 Share Posted September 8, 2012 Skippy pulls the door open, waving his hands widely as he enters the tavern. He looks to Phelrin, nodding, his bearded braids swaying as he does so. He begins walking over to him, the sound of his clanking war boots hitting the ground as he walks. "Ello, Phelrin! 'Ow ya be doin', me friend!?" Looking at Skippy as he walks over, Phelrin smiles, seeing another of his kin from Aegis "I be good, Skippy. I've been doin a bit of down south, some of which may lead to the conversion of many soul of all races to the Brathmordakin. It seems ye've been doin good yerself. Yer skinnier than I've seen ye in years" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891 Share Posted September 8, 2012 Bael laughs an Nesmav collapses. He signals to some dwarfs in the tavern. Muuv teh drunk fecker owtsoide. As the pair of dwarfs drag the unconscious dwarf to the outside of the tavern, Bael's ears perk up as he years Phelrin mention the words "Skippy" and "thin". Amidst a bout of intense laughter, Bael, barely able to talk manages to get a few words off. Skippy... thin? Har har har har. Yer've barely 'ad a singul drink an' yer already drunk Phelrin! Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skippy 2466 Author Share Posted September 8, 2012 Slaps his knee as he laughs. "Ya, it is de Human scum me 'ave killed! Har har. So, how be de religious city in Mount Ire?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swgrclan 2682 Share Posted September 8, 2012 Nesmav groans as he finally awakens from his drunken slumber, picking himself up from the dirty ground and standing still for several moments to re-gain his balance. He mutters under his breath, "Dat wush a bluddeh sleepin' po'tin, nay aneh ale.. hmph.." Nesmav opens the door and tromps back in, a small grin curving his lips as he spots Skippy, and calls out to him, "OI! Oi' remembeh ye', ye' chall'nged meh tae ah drinkin' contest! But weh nevur did et. Ye' wunnae make a bet n' troy tae beat meh 'ere?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skippy 2466 Author Share Posted September 8, 2012 Skippy slams his fists onto the bar, growling at Nesmav. He gets up, and pushes his stool away as he approaches Nesmav. "Ah can beat yer in aneh drinkin' contest! Me've been drinkin' ale since Belin's toime!" He shouts at up close to Nesmav, shoving him away slightly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891 Share Posted September 8, 2012 Having a little spare time, Bael pins a 'menu' on several areas of the tavern's counters. It reads as so. 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 ]] Below this note in another which read: Want a new brew added to the list? Send us a recipe. Bael, content with his notice, leave the counter, locks the door and retreats back to his workshop upstairs and when the tavern quiets down, on occasion, the sound of beating metal and whistling steam can be heard. [[ Skippy, put up a list of the brews available on the first post. Ill add more as more come in. ]] Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Swgrclan 2682 Share Posted September 8, 2012 "Oi'll kick yer' arse Oi' will! BAAAARMAN! Set up som' rounds uff dat burnin' stoff ye' gawt!" Nesmav chortles and tromps over to the counter, deliberately bumping into Skippy on the way there. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skippy 2466 Author Share Posted September 8, 2012 Skippy follows Nesmav, completely ignoring Phelrin's words. He pulls out a stool with haste, leaving it crooked. He slumps down on it, leaning forward to the bar. "Un mug uv Bael's Burner! Make it extra spica'!" He shouts, pounding his fist on the bar. Pulling out a handful of minas, he throws them at the table. "Make it fast!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Morkas (Wrathstar555) 34 Share Posted September 8, 2012 Morkas returns to the tavern, seeing several clearly impatient lads who are looking for a drink. He makes his way behind the counter, and asks, "what do ye lads want? Ah can git ye whatever ye loik." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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