<Stumbles thru the door, removes one of many upside-down stools off the bar, places on floor and bellies up to the bar>
'bout time ya open this watering hole! I've been waiting over 10 years for a good drink!
Whatz a man have to do for a drink around here? Any dwarven rot-gut back there? Some pretzels would be good too...
It is good to see our little Tavern coming back to life again. sigh,, it has been to long. (looks longingly at the door for familiar faces). Have yerself a round on me Navic!! (slides a dusty bottle across the bar)
(Gets out a bucket and cloth and proceeds to wash the bar down getting it ready for others)........................ :/:/:/
<glug, glug, glug> Aaahhhh... aged to perfection! Where be the pretzels lad? <Looks behind the dusty bar> Not a pretzel one to be found! <Tosses a few coin on the counter> Reck'n I'll head over to Mace Manor, there be pretzels there. G'luck on your remodeling <grabs his war hammer and helm off the bar and leaves>
Looking around i can see the Cano coming back to life slowly. Familiar faces are starting to pop in and out. This is a good thing. Hello all you Roleplay Inn Patrons New and Old. May the Light of Yserbius forever shine in your heart and your mind. ...Slohand ```
<Strolls through the doors and spends awhile just drinking in the familiar scenery from long ago, then bellies up to the bar> Barkeep! A Black Death Ale! <Bangs on the loft> Hey, Dammit! Y'all hold it down up there! <Realizes the loft's empty> Ummm... Huh? <Commences drinking> Dang this feels good being back! <Bangs his WHoD on the bar a few times, for old time's sake an' all>
<yells down from the loft> WHAT 'N THE BLOODY ALE IS GOING ON DOWN THERE! <does his best to only stagger down the stairs> O! IRONHORSE, I remember seeing ya before. Back in the old times. Don't believe we talked, but I never forget a proficient drink'r. Sorry 'bout all the yell'n but I'm working off last nights rotgut. Well I'm glad ya found the place, see ya around :/ <tosses a few gold on the bar> Have a drink on me <goes back to bed>
< watches an elf pick a fly outta his ale, then pushes his mug away with a grimace across his face>
<<looks in to his own mug to also find a fly floaty>
<<jumps off his bar stool, rips the fly from his mug>
<<starts yelling as he holds the fly over his mug>
SPIT IT OUT, SPIT IT OUT!
<Screws the spike off his helm and replaces it with the latest gnomish invention... >
"The Brew-a-bout". Just attach to any spiked helm and enjoy delicious ale anytime, anywhere. Straw attachment sold separately".
Sorry Slo, I don't put me ale down <hic> well only for one thing :twisted:
Ok ok now where are all the womenfolk? I mean we need to get some of the warrioresses and sorceresses in here to add a bit to the old Tavern!! i mean this place isnt complete with Bry, Porter, Sybil< Shalimar, Smidgeon, Cyraen, and alot more than i can list here. so someone needs to find these folks and tell them RPI is open and request their presence. Thanks Slo ```
I know where some female Vicious Elf Barbarians hang out in the Soldiers Quarters. Want me to give them an invite?
Speaking of barbarians, do you hear the one about the barb and parrot?...
A Barbarian walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder.
Bartender says, "Hey, where'd ya get that nasty thing?"
Parrot says, "The mountains. There's hundreds of 'em running around over there." :lol:
Barb wenches? Hmmmm... tempting. A few years back I mighta said bring 'em on, so I could chase 'em around the tavern a bit, and maybe up into the loft <EG> But ummm... I'm a *cough cough* respectable (Grimaces at the nasty taste that last word left in his mouth) married type guy these days. Better leave 'em where they're at
I even met my husband in RPI, I did. The naked Barbarian SnowWolfe (WedNotDed!) (a.k.a. Darkwolfe, Brushfire) is still my partner in all things (okay, not all things, I can manage a few things solo) However, I did get sold once to him during a slave auction in RPI and the rest is self explanatory, and if it is not self explanatory, I ain't explaining it to you.
I too miss DeathQueen and being called a pissant!
SultanShi, who I miss when he used to offer me countries and dance for me. Jachyra, who I also miss and was fun to kill things with. Bourne and Shalimar, we miss you. To SnowWolfe's many alternate wives, Wandreth, Rosie...okay, so there was a lot of ass pinching going around. I'd say I was sorry, but I'd be a lying little wench. Alaric, Silence...
Okay, I need to check my notes and stuff. Yes, I took notes, there's a few books in there, but I can't write them until most of the main characters die. So I'm waiting I'm remembering too many things I'm giggling about and not enough actual names.
Okay, well...there was that time I came back to visit, but I was a guy that time. I think genders were pretty...uh...elastic. That was the roleplay thingy. I sorta kinda a friend of mine pregnant...well, kinda assaulted her in public. Her husband didn't like that and that's why we did it...and she was part of the vampire guild in Sword Swamp and I was a werewolf so we made the first and only Wereamp I was aware of until Underworld came out. And I swear it looked just like he did, uh huh!
It was cool.
Then there was the time that I was born one of a set of twins that burned RPI down to the ground until we were given only Nerf WHoDs to play with. That darn telekinesis is a bummer to the cleaning crew. I think I managed to be my own great great grandkids...that's a little odd.
I think I had over 100 adopted kids. No allowances. And NO BREAST FEEDING! (Oddly enough that request was more asked so often that it had to be agreed upon in advance.)
Any more stories involving other people may have to be approved. Some of them involve Slohand and I'm sure there are rules about such things. Of course I didn't read the rules, but I've already said "ass" and I'm still here. If I'm banned, it is cause Slohand is MEAN! He is. I'm batting my eyelashes now. I'm innocent.
But really, I do have notebooks and notebooks and journals aplenty from that point in time. Novelty of screen capture and the fascination of having tons of cool people to talk to. That and having a job that let me learn typing WHILE transcribing my online conversations.
Call it sick, call it twisted, call it obsessive, I just called it thorough There was full disclosure! I think people who knew they were being recorded tried harder to be amusing.
My only problem now is whether or not I'm gonna do anything with it before the crappy 1990s dot matrix ink fades completely.