Tales From The Old Bald One-Eyed Salty Red Dog Tavern! (chapter 1, now closed)

[Ranger Rick]

"Oh, yeah, safe as clams," Hubba answers. "Do you like clams? I like clams. Pappy and me go clamdiggin' all the time after we go around in our boats."

"I...I...I like shrimp. Clams can get s...s...s...s...sandy."

OOC: not sure if I am in the bar or not, either way I ignore the sheriff & the drunk.

 

[Gray Shade]

Berserker Bill leans suddenly on his left elbow on the bar, sword dangling from that hand. "Oh, really? How kind of you." He takes the shot and with a nod of "Salu" he drinks it. "Goes down good so early. Been a rough day already, you know? So what's your deal? You just stand here picking fights with frustrated lawmen all day or what?" When the man appears to have another drink in his hand (as I expect he will), Bill waves it off as soon as he sees it, and turns to the bartender. "No, no. It's good. This one's on me. Appears we're waiting anyway." He turns to the rest of the party. "Drink, anyone?"

 

[Lazlow]

"I...I...I like shrimp. Clams can get s...s...s...s...sandy."

OOC: not sure if I am in the bar or not, either way I ignore the sheriff & the drunk.

Hubba looks at Desert and grimaces. "Eeeaaayyuuuuchhhh... I hate shrimp." He then gets up and walks away, toward the Water Weasel.

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OOC: You're still outside, watching the sails...

 

[Lazlow]

...Bill waves [the drink] off as soon as he sees it, and turns to the bartender. "No, no. It's good. This one's on me."

"Them's fightin' words, ya bastich," the drinking stranger says and in a flash he's up on his feet, sword in hand, circling Bill like a hawk, making pokey-pokey motions with his sword towards him.

 

[Gray Shade]

Bill orders another round. "Come now, friend. There is no need for swordplay. You should calm yourself . . ." He gives a look at Ranti and raises his voice a little, "Or there could be BLOODSHED." Returning his eyes to the man, he holds a shot out toward him and says, "Come now. Drink." If he doesn't drink, then Berserker Bill will have the drink, then say, "Have you ever fought a blind-folded Elf? It's like trying to fight a whole pack of rabid, sexually-aroused badgers. First thing he'll do is go for your eyes. Pop 'em right out."

 

[Lazlow]

Bill orders another round. "Come now, friend. There is no need for swordplay. You should calm yourself . . ." He gives a look at Ranti and raises his voice a little, "Or there could be BLOODSHED."

The man continues to circle, and continues to make pokey-pokey motions with his sword, shouting, "Have at thee!" and "Ha ha!" and "En garde, knave!". After a couple of these, you notice that his sword seems to wiggle much in the same way that the feather in his hat did.

Returning his eyes to the man, he holds a shot out toward him and says, "Come now. Drink." If he doesn't drink, then Berserker Bill will have the drink, then say, "Have you ever fought a blind-folded Elf? It's like trying to fight a whole pack of rabid, sexually-aroused badgers. First thing he'll do is go for your eyes. Pop 'em right out."

While he still pokey-pokeys at you, he seems to do so with less vigor, and shoots worried glances over at the rest of your companions, whom, it seems, he just noticed for the first time. A couple of pokey-pokes and half-hearted Ha-Heh's later, he stops, shrugs his shoulders, and shoves his sword back into its scabbard. Strangely, it doesn't make the sound you'd think it would.

"Come on now, Roger," the barkeep says with a roll of his eyes. "Stop scaring the customers. As you can see, I need the business." The barkeep motions for the rest of the group to belly up to the bar, and as the strange stranger returns to his spot, the bartender shoos him away. The man seems to be used to this, however, and just sulks off into a corner.

"So, uh... Headin' up north, are ye?" the barkeep tries to say to no one in particular but quite obviously directs it to whomever happens to meet his eye. "Lookin' for a, uh... Lookin' for an orb, eh? Eh?"

 

[Gray Shade]

Berserker Bill turns to the bartender. "Lookin' for Al the Wizard up north. Know him?"

 

[Lazlow]

"Well, I know of him, same as anyone 'round here, I guess," the barkeep says. "Doesn't show himself much. Just take the north road outta town, you'll see his tower presently. Now, what's everyone having? I got grog, and grog lite."

 

[Gray Shade]

Berserker Bill tips the bartender well (um, 10 gold) and thanks him. Then, ignoring his question, he turns to the party. "Okay. Good job, gang! I think we've got whatever problems we had in this town settled. Now, if we leave straightaway we can reach the tower 'presently.' Everyone ready?" Unless he's stopped, Berserker Bill then stands and leaves and heads out of town going north.

 

[LogicsFate]

It is at this point that you realize that there are actually six of you in your party, not just five.

Six the number rolls through K's head looking for something to connect to, she looks around six, six, Me, Bill, Rhanti, Big guy...four, no six, could I be counting Richard, isn't he outside, maybe desert, isn't he outside too, hmm six...


K watches the proceding with little interest, waiting on her drink, and then waiting some more, till Bill goes to leave, "Hold on there Gru,glu,glrum,um the big guys buying us drinks"