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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 6:31 pm
Aka our very first subforum! Before we begin with the rules and such, let me show you the basics of the subforum: A. This is a place for you to post your quests so we can support you! B. It is also a place for any random Chatterbox stuff, be it stuff about avis or roleplaying. These, however, should be kept to a minimum. C. This is also our GAME subforum! If you want to play a game, the thread should be put here. And here are the rules! THE RULES, guys! - NO Cybering! Come on guys, you're not stupid! - NO flaming! If someone's an idiot, report them. - NO illegible posts! We're fine with the chatterbox idea as long as we can read it. - NO begging! You should be smart enough to know this, but 1/3 of Americans can't locate America on a map, so this is a reminder for such people. - DON'T MAKE IT GROSS! We're watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory as we write this, and this is a random quote from the movie... sweatdrop - DO quest and play games! That's what this sub-forum is for! Use it! - DO donate! Be nice and please please please donate to the quests. Now, go Questing, Game-ing, and RP-ing, or else!
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 8:34 pm
(OC: Actually, you guys ARE awesome, but... hey... it's free gold xd )
Jonandra timidly steps into the bar, pulling back the hood of her cloak while her eyes adjust to the lighting. Scanning the bar-room, her eyes set on the bar-keep, and she smiles and nods in that direction, even thought she can't tell if the bar-keep is looking her way.
(Yay! First reply!)
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 9:03 pm
Mea finishes her singing on the tavern stage and notices Jonandra there. She runs to the bar and goes behind it. She's currently the only one there except for a few drunk warriors.
"Hey, welcome to the Black Behemoth Tavern! Want anything to drink?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:11 pm
As he steps into the bar, the Moose Lord takes a deep breath and says in a loud, gruff voice:
Gimme you're strongest drink!!
As he walks up to the bar he trips over a fallen stool.
Mommy!!
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:32 pm
Mea sighs.
"Are you sure you want that extra strong drink? You're already tripping over yourself as it is."
She cleans a glass and tries to stay awake in the late hour.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:53 pm
Effggghhh....fine, just gife' me a soymilk then...
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:09 am
*Jonandra stifles a giggle as the new patron nearly knee-caps himself on the stool... also wincing slightly in sympathy. She smooths her traveling robes and sets her quarterstaff by the door, then turns to the bard-suddenly-become-bartender.*
Have you any lemon-beer? ((aka ginger-ale but brewed home-style))
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 6:06 am
Spatterdash staggers into the tavern and flops down onto a seat, resting his* large alien head on the bar. Out of one eye he surveys the general clientele of the place, and decides that it was perhaps a bad idea to come in. Nevertheless, he's too tired to move, so he stays where he is, making faint whimpering noises.
*Spatterdash is a creature of indeterminate gender, who has had both male and female avatars. He prefers using 'he' as the pronoun, since using 'it' makes him sound like an object. Still, he's currently female underneath the alien head.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 10:22 am
Amidst the noises of the tavern, the owner swoops in, wearing a red cloak and a pointed brown hat. Reeves's eyes squint from under the brim as he leaps over the bar and grabs a tall bottle of grindel, his own creation. He pours the red drink into a tankard and smiles.
"Another day, another way to top it," he says before drinking to his own health.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 11:40 am
"One soy milk for the clumsy one," announces Mea, sliding the glass down the bar counter. "And one lemon bee for you, ma'am. Is there anything else?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 12:38 pm
|__|Let's get married in Vegas, Baby.|__|
Ah, interesting place. Lyzz, a demonic being with power over ice and destruction, strode in, tossing shoulder-length purple-blue hair over her shoulder, grinning her manic grin. Milky skin was flawless as the ice she controlled, saphire eyes as stormy and dark as the destruction she caused.
Sliding onto a bar stool, resting delicate elbows on the bar.
"Oy, can I get a water here? Don't skimp on the ice. And, uh, your best red wine as well." She said, her thickly accented voice hinting at perhaps long years of vocal training.
Smiling somewhat coldly, the tall (think around six feet), graceful yet seemingly delicate woman bared small, perfect white teeth. Replacing regular canines, however, were ice-blue fangs. On her left hand, delicate fingers were not the milky colour of her skin, but black, with jagged claws. Her right hand was ice-blue, long, curved ice-like claws replacing normal fingernails.
This place better have good service.
(I got carried away. XD I <3 RP'ing)
'Let me enlighten you
This is the way I pray'
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 12:55 pm
Mea blinks rapidly at the supernatural newcomer. She grins shakily and feels a bit...boring in her tavern maid outfit and braided hair.
"Ice water and red wine," she repeats, grabbing two bottles from the back.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 1:22 pm
"I'll have whatever the man in the pointy hat is drinking," Spatterdash says, glancing at Reeves swigging the mysterious red grindel. The smell of the stuff is extremely interesting, and although he doesn't entirely trust it, Spatterdash considers it worth trying.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:03 pm
"One grindel, coming right up," Mea says, filling a glass with it and sliding it down. She puts some ice in the demonic stranger's water, pours some red wine in another glass, and sends both of them in the direction of the customer.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 2:40 pm
|__|b***h on board|__|"Thanks." She murmured, nodding at the barmaid.
Lifting the glass of water, the liquid began to freeze, the glass frosting up. Downing the water in a few quick gulps, the tall woman lifted the glass of wine, swirling it slightly. Taking a sip from the cup, the woman set it back down before it froze over completely.
Not the best she'd ever had, but she didn't mind. Brushing blue-purple hair from her face, she lifted the glass once more for a drink before setting it down again. '525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes -
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.'
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