Tavern - City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn '08

[HolyMan]

Jonah human male

"Arg-Cho!"

The large dog sitting under the table sneezes turning all heads toward him and his owner. "Surry 'bout that," the tall human says. "Must'n gots dustin's in the nose."

[sblock=OOC] sorry couldn't resist so happy things are back to normal thought I would wake this room up a bit. And should we do a who's at the RDI re-post looks like it has been a while [/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

Karl is just taking a drink from his mug of ale when the dog sneezes causing him to drench himself in the contents of the mug. he does not not look happy.

 

[HolyMan]

Jonah human male

OOC: nobody laugh, please please nobody laugh

"Surry."

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: if pendrake were here he sould laugh at Karl. I am sureof it!

 

[Richard Rawen]

Richard's eyes grow wide at the explosive sound the huge dog makes,
"The Orc's custom after a sneeze like that was to ward themsevles against evil spirits... thinking one had just been expelled!" The young man smiles at Blue and Jonah, "If nothing else he woke things up."

 

[HolyMan]

Jonah human male

"Thank ye, Master Rawen." Jonah replies to his smile with one of his own. "Blue didn't na mean any harm, I's sure of it."

The big dogs ears twitch at the mention of his name, but not hearing a command after it he settles his head backdown to the floor.

"Ye seen orcs, then Master Rawen? I's never dids see one afore," he comments.

[sblock=ooc] has anyone looked at the beginning of the LEW thread there are only 6 games running has everyone gone over to L4W ???[/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

"No harm done except the wasting of perfectly good ale" , says Karl, "waitress, if you would be so kind as to get me a refill?"

He then takes his cloak and dries off the ale from his face.

"huh, wake things up? I was already awake."

 

[Theroc]

Viktor continued quietly observing, wondering if there were any adventures left to be had in the world, when he jumped slightly at the sneeze, chuckling lightly before becoming quiet once more.

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Rasereit shifts in his seat. He adjusts the waraxe with the red-tinted blade at his side, it seems to be creeping up out of its holster. He clears his throat and takes a swig of the beverage before him, enjoying the silence.

Then he breaks the moment with a sudden bellow: "So! Any o' ye up for a wager?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

"What Kind of Wager?" Asks Karl.

His Eyes narrow slightly as it a Dwarf trying to start the gamble, most likely going to be an ale drinking contest. He waits for a response, trying to give hime the benifit of the doubt.