The Dripping Beard - Rp Thread

[Tegrof 46]

*Tegrof stands behind the bar counter of the Dripping Beard, wiping it with a clean cloth. He eyes the shelves filled with different drinks and the empty bar and table chairs. He listens in on the bubbling of the cauldron and the fire of the hearths, all the while thinking: "I am finally ready. Now lets await our first customers."*

 

((This is the RP thread for the tavern and inn, The Dripping Beard. This thread will be a great opportunity to share news and gossip, tell stories and such. The establishment is found in Kal'Azgoth.

 

I’d like to keep business conversations and discussions in the thread found in the link below, while we have the RP in this thread. Further information can be found here.))

[Dun_Irongut 104]

*Dun stumbles toward the counter, tired and ready to rest. He then looks at Tegrof*

 

"I'd like te try whatever won yeh this palace uv a tavern. Yeh 'ave any uv the original brew left?"

[Tegrof 46]

*Tegrof stops stirring in the cauldron and walks up to the bar*

 

"Top ov da stone ter ye. Not sure wut brew ye're talkin' aboot. Are yeh talkin' aboot Ferdak's Chocolate Stout? In dat case, ah ahm still 'aving it in store. "

[fernandezbunch 3]

Finki bursts into the tavern with a beaming smile in his face.

 

Greetings my good friends and fellow Dwarves! I have wonderful news! Kayne Goldhand, the finest and by far the most qualified merchant of these halls is running for Grand Merchant! Once he is elected, Kal'Azgoth shall see wealth coming through its gates from foreign lands to match that of our forefathers in Kal'Urguan! *chuckles* Once a Goldhand is put back in his rightful position as Grand Merchant, the proud Dwarven tradition of golden hoards and beautiful jewels shall be restored!

 

Finki suddenly stops and frowns.

 

But you all must hurry and vote! Other candidates wish to rob Kayne of his rightful position, and thus rob Kal'Azgoth of its rightful wealth! *chuckles* And we do not want that, now do we! Nobody does! Who in the right mind would refuse the limitless wealth and opportunity that only a Goldhand can provide! *smiles and shouts* Vote for Kayne and vote for the coin!

 

Finki then proceeds to pass out colorful fliers to every Dwarf in the tavern. The flier reads:

 

 

Your coffers have not yet their fill?

Then vote for the heir of Tungdil!

 

Request your rightful share of gold?

Vote Kayne to enrichen our hold!

 

Wish to see our halls filled with trade?

Kayne is a merchant of high grade!

 

Want to meet that market demand?

Don't be a fool and vote

GOLDHAND!

 

[Dun_Irongut 104]

*Chuckles deeply at the flier*

 

"There are only two uv us in the tavern and I'm in the runnin'. If this is the kind uv advertisin' Kayne is goin' te de, I think I've already won."

 

*Dun then turns to Tegrof* 

"Aye, that'll de."

[Tegrof 46]

*Frowns as Finki runs through the tavern, barely understanding the fast rambling.*

"Oi!. Ah'd loike yeh te take dat advertisin' elsewere. Dunnae disturb meh guest 'ere."

 

*Tegrof back to Dun as he answers. With a smile Tegrof takes down a tall mug and says: "Pleese. Wai'ere fer one second. Ah'ma go down ter de cellar and get yer de ale. Ah dunnae trost evreone yet ter not barge in 'ere and tink et's a common lager beer. Dis ale is meh precious, so one cannae be ter careful." He scurries off but comes back oh so more slowly, carrying the filled, tall mug carefully. "'Ere yeh go. Ah pint ov Ferdek's Chocolate Stoot. Enjoy!"*

[fernandezbunch 3]

Finki chuckles at Dun's remark and hands him a flier.

 

Do not worry friend! I am more than willing to stay here and wait for more Dwarves to come! *chuckles* Why, that was my intention in coming in!

 

Turns to Tegrof and smiles, offering him a flier.

 

With the incredible and truly Dwarven quality of the ale in this tavern, I do not doubt that the entire Kingdom of Urguan will soon be crowding before this bar to have the honor of tasting its ale! *chuckles* Which makes it the perfect place to hand out fliers for such an honorable cause!

 

Finki then laughs as he takes a seat next to his kinsman's political rival.

 

And besides, the Khorok Akvel has not taken much of a liking to my passing of fliers by the King's Palace, so this tavern will have to do! *chuckles* And it WILL do, and very nicely at that, as I said earlier.

 

Finki pauses for a moment and smiles.

 

So tell me, my good Irongut! What brings a vain, but certainly respectable and worthy, political candidate to this tavern this fine evening?

[Dun_Irongut 104]

*begins sipping his stout as Finki talks, spitting it out on hearing the word "vain"*

 

"Yeh de realise 'e just asked yeh te leave, correct? Don't be disturbin' the peace, brother, this is nay yer tavern. Feel free te pass flyers out around me 'ome, though." 

[Tegrof 46]

*Tegrof's frowns even deeper: "Dun push yer luck, laddie. Ah'm serioos. Get dem fliers oot ah'ere, or ah'll send de Legion after yeh."*

[fernandezbunch 3]

Finki laughs loudly as he quickly jumps out of his seat.

 

Forgive me, friend! It appears as if I was unable to hear you over my own loud and obnoxious voice! *chuckles* Such a voice runs in the family, I can assure you! Forgive me if I have bore any insult, for this is certainly NOT my intention. There is no honor in breaking the peace, something us Dwarves hold so dear under our grand halls of stone! Farewell, friends! I shall not dare to bother you two any longer and will take my leave now! *smiles widely* Farewell!

Finki takes a very low bow, grabs his fliers, and quickly dashes out the door, dropping several fliers (perhaps intentionally) as he heads out. He doesn't want the Legion after him, not again!

[Tegrof 46]

*Jumps up and down in anger as he sees the fleeing dwarf spreading the fliers around: "Curse dat beardlin'. Ah'll make 'im pay fer dat! Were be dat Kayne Gol'and. Ah'll 'ave a talk wiff 'ihm."*

[Wario 0]

*Fulgrin enters the tavern in a slow pace walk, and he takes a seat by the counter, he waits for the Brewmaster to take notice after he served multiple drinks before him."

 

"Aye.. W'en ye be done give me a good mead...T'ick 'nd vereh bitter if ye may.."

 

*Fulgrin says this, waiting for his drink to be served, he pulls his large bag off his shoulder and puts it near his feet. He then folds his padded hands tightly looking at the fire boiling a good hot stew*

[Hiebe 2493]

Hiebe walks into the tavern and takes a cornor spot. He spots another of the Goldhand papers and snaps his fingers, the paper combusts and burns to ash.

[Dun_Irongut 104]

*Continues sipping his stout, then turns to Tegrof*

 

"Yeh think ye'd be willin' te publically endorse me and 'ave the tavern de the same? It would mean a great much te me. If not, no 'arm done."

[Tegrof 46]

*Turns around as Fulgrin makes his order. "Ah'd recommen' ah pint'ov Blackpeak Stoot. Et's bitteh 'n creemy dark stoot." At the same time he started to prepare the mug. As Dun starts to talk to him again, he turns to him and says: "One secon' Dun. Ah'll serve dis foine stone'ed first." He turns back to Fulgrin, saying: "Wut be yer name, stone'ed?" As he awaited the answer he took forth a ladder and climbed up, to reach the ale casks up there. Done pouring the dark ale, he places the mug on the counter. "'Ere yeh go."

 

*He then turns to Dun again. "Wut where yeh sayin' Dunny? Ehm yeh, aboot dat. Ah tink ah'll stay away from dem politican games. Ah dunnae loike it much ov de toime, ter be perfectly 'onest. Pardon me fer sayin' it, but yer stoopid clans take ter much space and gets en de way. Imagine dem clans not existin', wulditnae be easie' ter come ter conclusions?", he says, loud enough for any other guests to hear, and jump in the conversation.

 

As Tegrof awaits answers, he sees Hiebe take a seat and snap his fingers. Tegrof's eyes darts off as a small light suddenly appeared and disappeared, just as quickly. He eyes Hiebe, looking for any signs on what he just did. After a couple of seconds he shrugs, takes a cloth and starts to wipe the counter, looking towards Dun and Fulgrim once again.*