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A day in the tavern [open RP] 24.09.2010 13:02:27 --- 2 Years, 8 Months ago
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The sun already set for several hours, and the tavern owner lit the candles on the tables. It was cold outside, and the tavern should have been full by now, by people coming for a quick drink, to bring some warmth to their limbs. But oddly enough for this part of the city, the tavern seemed empty at this hour.
Except in a corner, a man was sitting at a table, staring somehow peculiar at an empty goblet. Not young he was anylonger, not by any measure, and few gray hair already invaded his temples. Little could be said about him watching his clothes, except maybe he was not very rich. Not very fond of bathing, either. With a hoarse voice, he muttered towards the empty goblet: Blimey, you are sooo ugly when you're empty! before letting his head fall on the table, with a blank sound.
Behind the bar stool, the innkeeper raised his eyes at the sound, and watched the man. Shaking his head, he murmured to himself: damn Templars, they know nothing but drink and fight!. And he continued measuring the drinks left in a dusty bottle, with his dirty fingers.
In this particular moment, the door opened, letting the wind outside make the candle light tremble and...
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Re:A day in the tavern [open RP] 24.09.2010 13:22:54 --- 2 Years, 8 Months ago
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It was a long journey for Bor. All the day, he marched. And only because someone told him, that the beer in this tavern is the best of all the world.
By evening sun, he reached this tavern. It stood on a hill above a village. He opened the tavern and sees, that the tavern was empty, the old swedish berserker with his white bearsfur goes to the bar.
"What do you want, fellow?" the innkeeper asked, as Bor goes to the bar. "Gi'me some beer, I heard of. It shall be the best in the world. I hope the people where right." Bors face lighten a bit, as he luaghed about a joke, only he can understand.
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Re:A day in the tavern [open RP] 24.09.2010 13:59:03 --- 2 Years, 8 Months ago
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A slim black cat slipped though the tavern's door when the tall nordic looking men entered. She had a silky fur and her round yellow eyes where glooming in the twilight of the dusty room. With and elegant move she stretched her body to the double of it's usual size and jumped on the window ledge starting to look outside into a dark and quite stormy night.
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Re:A day in the tavern [open RP] 24.09.2010 14:31:15 --- 2 Years, 8 Months ago
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A black dog furiously bark on the cat's trail, rise a foot having a pi on the tavern door with great satisfaction and get shelter from the storm in a nearby barn. His eyes shining in the dark could make someone think it's a cerberus coming after the lost souls of the christian  |
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Re:A day in the tavern [open RP] 24.09.2010 16:07:13 --- 2 Years, 8 Months ago
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Sevar tied his horse on the lawn in front of the tavern and headed inside.He kicked the dog that was peeing on the door. He approached the bar and patted Bor on the back and asked "How are you feeling today, friend?". Sevar ordered some of the cheapest whiskey paying with the last money he had left, then he went and sat on the chair next to the drunk Templar. And started poking him in the ribs, feeling joy of hearing him moaning...
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Last Edit: 2010/09/24 16:08 By .
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Re:A day in the tavern [open RP] 24.09.2010 16:11:06 --- 2 Years, 8 Months ago
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Another cloaked person enters the tavern and looks for a free space at a table. He quickly moves over as soon as he spotted one. Taking place the wooden bank is screaming under the weight of his chain mail. Though he wears no tabard, he can quickly be discovered as a warrior. The short sword at his side looks well maintained. As soon as the bar maiden appears he orders a beer, some soup and bread.
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Re:A day in the tavern [open RP] 24.09.2010 16:18:34 --- 2 Years, 8 Months ago
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The poor dog interrupted in making his necessities follow Sevar, the first person who shows him some "attention" 
In the tavern, wait docile the man sit down, rise his foot again and finish making pi on the dirty pants of indefinite color. The odor didn't change much after the dog finished. 
The surprise reaction of the man scared him and the dog verse the drink on the table and partially on the templar in his way out. |
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Re:A day in the tavern [open RP] 24.09.2010 16:30:53 --- 2 Years, 8 Months ago
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Sevar stormed out of the tavern misguided in his rage that he'll be able to catch the hound, but after three steps he stopped feeling exhausted. He came back in the tavern with tears in his eyes for the spilled drink, sat back on his chair, hugged the unconscious and start crying and yelling as hard as he could, cursing the dog...
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Re:A day in the tavern [open RP] 24.09.2010 16:41:35 --- 2 Years, 8 Months ago
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Gregory sat as usual having his drink when notice what happen. He was so upset about this that he take a clean pair of pants from his backpack and kindly ask Sevar to take it.
It was not only Gregory good soul always ready to share, but also the odor starting to spread in the tavern..
He ask himself if Sevar will accept the red pants with english royal emblem on it.
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Re:A day in the tavern [open RP] 24.09.2010 17:13:30 --- 2 Years, 8 Months ago
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In another corner of the tavern, a strange conversation was occurring between two rather swarthy fellows clad in fine silks:
"There must be some way out of here" said the Jester to the Bandit
"There's too much collusion; it's not right, damn it!
Those merchants, they drink my wine, peasants till my fields
None of them along the line know how much it yields."
Axe-wielder feared by forests across the world!
NPCs: Macarias the Virtuous, Patriarch of Antioch; The Protodeacon of Hagia Sophia; The Eparch of the City; A Guy Named Joe; Uncle Tom Cobley; Ozymandias; Flatus the Corpulent, Merchant of Antiquities
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