Dwarven Forum RP: The Karik Tavern

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

[[ I hope you realize that the Burner is not ale. Its a distilled spirit with about 85% alcohol per volume. ]]

[Hiebe 2493]

*Hiebe Irongut walks in after a hard days of scouting the southern part of the empire. He buys a few rounds for his brothers, Alfred and Affy, and sends them to a nearby table*

Oi Bael, We ned sum gud mugs ove Irongut Reserved and sum s'ots ove Da Burner. Put it on meh tab an gud job on da tavern.

*goes to sit at the table with his brothers and waits his order*

(I play Alfred and Affy is you want to talk to them)

[Kirrekith 80]

Listens to the Dwarves and huffs slightly knowing the comment bore no insult to her but was merely stating the truth.

"My father taught me the song, long ago, and he has been lost for even longer, you may know him, glowing blue eye, eyepatch, an elf with a silver tongue but would also beat the daylights out of anyone who looked the wrong way, said he beat the paragon at a drinking contest before they created Mount Ire, or during, not to sure." she smiled thinking of him. Looking to the counter she eyed up the ales.

"Your choice as to what I drink, I am at a loss to Dwarven Ales, only ever savoured Blaze Burner Bitter, but father kept them bottles under lock and key, and Oren wines are to weak for my tastes. She said before taking the instrument once more and beginning to play.

"When they try to cast us down,"

"We respond by axe and sword,"

"We defend our deep bastions,"

"And great is the reward!"

"No army of the overlands,"

"Nor dread monsters that creep,"

"Can best the sons of Urguan,"

"The guardians of the deep."

She sang the next line of the song in a similar manner.

[Zezimus 1523]

As Valen is passing by the tavern, he overhears the young Elf's words and takes a few steps back towards the entrance, immediately recognising the detailed description of his old friend. He makes his way inside and takes a seat besides the Elf, slamming his fist down upon the counter.

"Ah'll take ye most expensive ale! Ah cud beh usin' ah gud drink after all t'ese yers..."

As the Elf turns around towards him, apparently having had her song interrupted, Valen holds out his hand for her to shake.

"T'ere beh onleh un Elf around 'ere wit' a glowin' blue eye... It seems ah knew yer farder well lass, rat'er an odd fella but 'e sure knew 'ow tae 'old 'is ale. 'e wus nay Dwarf but 'e wus certainleh ah gud n' loyal friend... Ah am Valen Grandaxe, former Grand Councilor uv Kal'Urguan n' advisor in Grand King T'orik's government. Tell meh, day ye know wut 'as become uv Kirrekith? Ah would certainleh loike tae speak wit' 'im unce again, t'is been maneh a yer since our last meetin'."

[Kirrekith 80]

Smiles at the Dwarves words then fall silent.

"My father is dead, he died many years ago fighting for his life against bandits, he fought them from the gates of Karik to some crystal the Kal'varuk? Kal'Variik? I am not sure it's name, but he lay dead there, resting against it, his body a ruin and the monks seemingly unable to bring him back." She said falling silent as she lowered her instrument to the ground snarling.

"Lying monks, they hated him, they could bring him back, maybe because he always wanted to know why they left us to die, or why they hurt us in Aegis, or the plague when they burned people" She huffed clenching her hand tighly around the lute before letting go sighing.

"No my father us gone, long gone. Buried in the Ice as he wanted to be, to be untouched by nature.

She said dropping her gaze blinking her own glowing blue eyes faintly.

[Swgrclan 2682]

Being more prepared of the strength of the spicy beverage, Nesmav slowly begind to chug the mug of ale at a steadied pace; ignoring the burning feeling that enveloped his mouth. He slams the mug back down onto the wooden table, making it shudder and shouts out at Skippy, his own beard dirtied by ale from the chugging, mouth gaping open,

"Oi' bet ye' ain't gunnae 'andle t'e next round! BARMAAAN, WEH NED TWUU MOAR ROOOOUNDS!"

[Skippy 2466]

Skippy rolls his eyes as he leans into the bar. Letting out a loud burp, he brings his meaty hand down his face, then rubs his eyes. He then perks up from his slunched position, looking to Nesmav.

"Are ya stark ravin' mad!? Jus' un uv de shtuff can kill a dwarf! Wut'ya t'inkin'!?"

He shouts at Nesmav, awaiting a response.

[Swgrclan 2682]

"Ooohhh, es' dat surrendur Oi'm 'earin'? Harharhar!"

Nesmav cackles at Skippy loudly, slamming his fist on the wooden table.

[Morkas (Wrathstar555) 34]

Morkas, who has been in a comatose like sleep due to all the ale he drank, finally stirrs a little bit and says a few, unclear words,

"Howm'h mphuchs diphad ahs drank?"

[Skippy 2466]

Sends Nesmav a sharp glare, shaking his head left to right, his bearded braids swaying. He lets out a growl, then waves his hand around.

"Anut'a round o' t'e-..."

Skippy pauses, and looks to Morkas. He furrows his eye brows, and leans in.

"Oi, Morkas... are ya okeh?"

He whispers, not trying to humiliate him.

[Merkaken 516]

Runni sighs, pinching the bridge between his nose, stuck in a book. An old one, at that. He plopped it down at the bar, waiting to be served while he read. He mummbled to himself as he read.

"Father of fathers... Son of sons... Those that lie in the cold will all be undone..."

He reads aloud, half mumbling to himself. He rubbed his forehead, his stone helmet lifting a bit to reveal a slightly balding head. He stroked his blazing red beard, closing his eyes and rubbing his face in frustration.

"Wha' tha' 'ell does tha' mean?"

[Zezimus 1523]

Valen sighs at the distressing news of his old friend's death but raises his head as he hears mention of the "Kal'Varak." His eyes widen upon learning that the Elf's body was found laying down next to it.

"Wait, t'e Kal'Varak ye say? Curious... It seems ye farder meh nut beh dead after all! Wut wounds 'ad 'e sustained n' dae ye remember where ye buried 'im? Kirrekith wus a woise un, 'e mus' 'ave 'ad knowledge uv t'e crystal's power... W'en weh can meet again lass, ah will tell ye wut may 'ave 'appened tae ye farder. Fer now, ah ask only t'at ye answer mah questions... Weh could beh about tae embark un somet'in' rarder dangerous, iv ye so wish it."

The old Dwarf chuckles to himself as he rests back down into his seat, thinking back to old days in Kal'Urguan. A young Dwarf hands him a tankard of ale and he slides the mina across the counter, before raising it up to his lips and taking a large swill, the froth sticking to his thick white beard as he slams it down back upon the table.

[Skippy 2466]

[ Morkas, Swgr? ]

[Phelrin 60]

Looking at the limp bodies of Morkas and Nesmav, Phelrin shakes his head then shouts to Skippy

"Skippy! What under da mountain did ye put in dat ale!"

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Bael, rolls his eyes as he drags the limp bodies to the exterior of the tavern rolls his eyes and tells Phelrin.

"Skippeh didnae put nufin' in dat brew. Ah make teh Burnersh an' ah tole' t'em stuupid feckers nae tu drink tuu much!"