[Tavern] Tower's Shard '09
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Mal Malenkirk
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A dark haired dwarf enters the tavern. He is shaven, a rarity amongst his race, and he wears an expensive silk shirt under a red suede vest.
-''Hey there, barman, my name is Brenron. I am looking for an opportunity to raise capital quickly. If any potential employers show up, poin them out to me and I'll make it worth your while.'' he says jovially.
-''Hey there, barman, my name is Brenron. I am looking for an opportunity to raise capital quickly. If any potential employers show up, poin them out to me and I'll make it worth your while.'' he says jovially.
Mal Malenkirk
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Brenron looks at the wall, examining the ads pinned to it.
-''Hmm, a used vorpal butter knife? A funny man, no doubt. And here's a specialist of the enlarge ritual willing to solve your sexual woes for ten easy payment of 49gp. But no adventure.''
He sighs and goes back to the bar.
Later...
Brenron guzzles down a pint of the tavern's ale.
-''Arg. Awful. No more.''
Fives minutes later...
-''HELLO!'' Brenron shouts.
Hello
Hello
Hello
-''Yes, that's what I thought. There is an echo in this tavern.''
Half an hour later...
Brenron guzzles down a pint of the tavern's ale.
-''By Kol Korran's beard! This stuff is undrinkable. Never again!''
After rinsing his mouth...
Brenron is listlessly throwing copper pieces on the bar, trying to bounce them into the tip jar. He eventually runs out of coins.
-''Hum. Probably should clean up. Unless...''
Brenron picks up a bowl of peanuts. He then attempts to shoot them in the open mouth of the stuffed Girallon's head mounted on the wall.
After finishing his second bowl of peanuts...
Brenron guzzles down a pint of the tavern's ale.
-''ARG! I keep preaching it but nobody is listening; monopolies are evil! I want something else to drink!''
After rinsing his mouth with soapy water...
Brenron crashes loudly on the floor after trying for the tenth time to balance his chair on its two hind legs.
-''Oww. Damn it. Oh, stop laughing at me you Girallon! You can't do any better!''
He gets back up and tries again.
After breaking a chair...
Brenron guzzles a pint of the tavern's ale.
-''Urg! Why do I keep doing this to myself!''
After licking a block of salt to get rid of the ale's aftertaste...
Brenron patiently builds a ramp out of empty mugs, bowls, forks and knifes.
-''Steady... steady...''
But the last mug is too much and everything comes crashing down. Brenron looks at the pile evilly. He starts over.
Two hours later, after finally proving he can build a ramp just as good as his daddy...
Brenron guzzles a pint of the tavern's ale.
-''For the love of Kol Korran, why can't I get drunk? Oh, I get it. The owner brews weak ale on purpose so we buy twice as much to feel so much as tipsy. Well, no more!''
After chewing a jalapeno pepper to chase the ale's aftertaste...
''Oh mighty Kol Korran, wisest of the gods, who understands the true desires of mortals, please help your faithful servant and make that peanut fly true!''
Brenron, balanced precariously on his chair's hind legs, throws his peanut on the table. It bounces, hits the ramp, flies back toward and over the dwarf to enter the mouth of the stuffed Girallon.
-''YES!'' Brenron shouts.
Yes
Yes
Yes
Brenron then walks to the bar and orders another pint of ale.
-''Hmm, a used vorpal butter knife? A funny man, no doubt. And here's a specialist of the enlarge ritual willing to solve your sexual woes for ten easy payment of 49gp. But no adventure.''
He sighs and goes back to the bar.
Later...
Brenron guzzles down a pint of the tavern's ale.
-''Arg. Awful. No more.''
Fives minutes later...
-''HELLO!'' Brenron shouts.
Hello
Hello
Hello
-''Yes, that's what I thought. There is an echo in this tavern.''
Half an hour later...
Brenron guzzles down a pint of the tavern's ale.
-''By Kol Korran's beard! This stuff is undrinkable. Never again!''
After rinsing his mouth...
Brenron is listlessly throwing copper pieces on the bar, trying to bounce them into the tip jar. He eventually runs out of coins.
-''Hum. Probably should clean up. Unless...''
Brenron picks up a bowl of peanuts. He then attempts to shoot them in the open mouth of the stuffed Girallon's head mounted on the wall.
After finishing his second bowl of peanuts...
Brenron guzzles down a pint of the tavern's ale.
-''ARG! I keep preaching it but nobody is listening; monopolies are evil! I want something else to drink!''
After rinsing his mouth with soapy water...
Brenron crashes loudly on the floor after trying for the tenth time to balance his chair on its two hind legs.
-''Oww. Damn it. Oh, stop laughing at me you Girallon! You can't do any better!''
He gets back up and tries again.
After breaking a chair...
Brenron guzzles a pint of the tavern's ale.
-''Urg! Why do I keep doing this to myself!''
After licking a block of salt to get rid of the ale's aftertaste...
Brenron patiently builds a ramp out of empty mugs, bowls, forks and knifes.
-''Steady... steady...''
But the last mug is too much and everything comes crashing down. Brenron looks at the pile evilly. He starts over.
Two hours later, after finally proving he can build a ramp just as good as his daddy...
Brenron guzzles a pint of the tavern's ale.
-''For the love of Kol Korran, why can't I get drunk? Oh, I get it. The owner brews weak ale on purpose so we buy twice as much to feel so much as tipsy. Well, no more!''
After chewing a jalapeno pepper to chase the ale's aftertaste...
''Oh mighty Kol Korran, wisest of the gods, who understands the true desires of mortals, please help your faithful servant and make that peanut fly true!''
Brenron, balanced precariously on his chair's hind legs, throws his peanut on the table. It bounces, hits the ramp, flies back toward and over the dwarf to enter the mouth of the stuffed Girallon.
-''YES!'' Brenron shouts.
Yes
Yes
Yes
Brenron then walks to the bar and orders another pint of ale.
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Mal Malenkirk
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-''I spy with my lityle eye... Something that begins with G.''
stonegod
Spawn of Khyber/LEB Judge
[sblock=OOC]One can always create one!
[/sblock]Mal Malenkirk
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[sblock=OOC]Thanks. I am pretty pleased with myself with that long post.
I had the vision of an adventurer going stir crazy because he is alone in the tavern and I thought of inane things he could do to pass the time. I kept adding new ones and then figured I could combine them.
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I had the vision of an adventurer going stir crazy because he is alone in the tavern and I thought of inane things he could do to pass the time. I kept adding new ones and then figured I could combine them.
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EvolutionKB
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[sblock=Mal]I am need of another character for my adventure Dirty Money. We lost a striker, currently all other roles are covered. Let me know if you are interested.[/sblock]
Mal Malenkirk
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[sblock=Evolution]Nah. I'd rather continue coming up with inane things to do for Brenron. I am working on a routine involving bread spitballs and wood carving...
Of course I am interested!
PS: I checked a bit your game thread. I am not sure who is playing what class but I noted some concerns about the lack of melee character.
Well, Brenron is not a 'Melee' guy, but he is a 'In Melee' kinda guy. He'll stick to the front. (Hence the fact that his ideal staff would be a defensive staff...)
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Of course I am interested!
PS: I checked a bit your game thread. I am not sure who is playing what class but I noted some concerns about the lack of melee character.
Well, Brenron is not a 'Melee' guy, but he is a 'In Melee' kinda guy. He'll stick to the front. (Hence the fact that his ideal staff would be a defensive staff...)
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The sound of hoof beats rises back up from outside the Shard. After a longer period of time than one would think was necessary, a short goliath woman enters the bar in a red leather outfit. She is sweaty and disheveled as if she had been out killing kobolds all day long. Both the warhammer and the strange, razor edged shield hanging from her pack have bits of gore and still drying blood clinging to their respective killing edges. "Brews! A brew and a bath my good man. We have need of one of the cells again as well."
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