Dwarven Forum RP: The Karik Tavern

[Skippy 2466]

Skippy continues pounding his fists at the bar table, in a hammering motion. He then notices Morkas, perking his head up.

"Skippeh need two Bael's Burners! Make dem EXTRA spica'!"

Looks down to the coins on the bar table, nudging them a bit closer to Morkas. He then smirks to Nesmav.

"Ah bet ya're gunna go runnin' 'ome tuh yer mumma, cryin'!"

[Raglin 64]

Raglin walked in, the dwarf drawing the gray hood from his head. A newly shaven Mohawk shown, his black eyepatch nearly the same color. Raglin laughed at the two dwarves.

"I'll take ye both on! Make mine extra EXTRA spiceh!"

He slapped down the minas.

[Skippy 2466]

Glares at Raglin, shaking his head left to right slightly. He leans on his right arm, squinting his eyes at him.

"Dat may not be de best idea... Ah 'eard Edgehands couldn't even 'andle de Irongut Reserve!"

He shouts, with a slight chuckle in his voice.

[Raglin 64]

"Ha! Can't handle tae taste, ratha! I guess dat qualifies as good to ye ironguts!"

He punched him in the shoulder playfully but roughly, laughing.

[Skippy 2466]

Growls softly, then turns back to the bar man.

"Hurry up wit' tuh ale!"

[Swgrclan 2682]

"W'ere's t'e FAWKIN' ALE?! Oi've wai'ed tuu long fer' dis'!

He booms angrily, his eyes directing over to Raglin; Nesmav shouts over at his direction,

"Nay! Onleh meh an' t'e fatteh 'ere am gunnae drink!"

[Skippy 2466]

Quickly snaps at Nesmav, pounding his right fist on the table two times.

"Ah'm not fat! Jus' a bit over-weight, dammit!"

[Raglin 64]

Raglin laughs.

"YER FAT SKIPPEH! Deal wif it!"

[Phelrin 60]

Phelrin looks on as Skippy may start to make a complete fool of himself. Not wanting to miss the opertunity, he walks over to the bar, and pulls out a sack of mina

"Morkas! Double da drinks te Skippy and da other. It tis time for Skippy te show them what er guts are truly made of"

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Bael emerges from his workshop exhausted. As he passes into the common room he notices many dwarfs getting roudy and worse yet, Morkas sleeping at the counter. With a loud yawn, Bael climbs behind the counter and opens up his little draw containing the few precious bottles of Bael's Burner. With a sigh, he takes out two large glass mugs and fills them to the brim with his overly potent brew. Noticing that Nesmav is back, already he raises his eyebrows and sleepily says:

Yer shure ye wan' tu drink dis again alreadeh? 'ave 'ad pepul die drinkin' tuu much uv dish. Awhell. Fowrteen moinash an' yer pay befowr yer die er pass owt pleese.

Bael leaves the counter to place the bottle of his brew back into its holding container and then locks it before sighing again.

[Skippy 2466]

Nudges his coins towards Bael again, wrapping his stubby hands around the mug. He then turns to Nesmav, chuckling.

"De ya wanna gu first er are ya tuh wimpeh!?"

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Greedily swipes Skippy's coins away then turns to Phelrin.

Ah'm nae doublin' nae drinks. No wun will be dyin' in meh taverin!

[Swgrclan 2682]

"Nay, eff yer' as much uff ah' gud drinkeh as ye' say ye' be, den' yer' gunnae go furst!

Nesmav grips his mug and stares at Skippy, waiting for him to respond or drink.

[Phelrin 60]

"Bah, it's the better anyways. While yer at it, why don't ye push a mug dis way. I need to drink to Skippy's health. He may be needing it in acouple hours"

[Skippy 2466]

Skippy smirks, grabbing the mug of Bael's Burner. Taking a deep breath, he quickly starts chugging the ale down. Some drips of ale slide down his beard, but not making too much of a mess. Huffing as he finishes, Skippy slams the tankard against the bar table, breathing heavily with his mouth open, his toung out like a wolf.

"By Yemekar's Anvil... dat wash un gud ale! T'ough a bit shpiceh, it was no match fer Shkippeh!"

Skippy chuckles, his mouth still spicy from the Bael's Burner. He then looks up to Nesmav, raising both his eye-brows.

"Ya goin' tuh drink er not!?"

He yells at Nesmav, awaiting a response.