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 Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 8:21 am
In a drab alley off a drab street, somewhere in the cattle market district, somewhere up a maze of alleys, there is a door that leads into a room. A long, low, dark room.
The atmosphere alters as you step inside. A moment of time rings like a glass bowl, and then there is a sense of relaxation. People turn back in their seats.
Well, they're seated. It's quite likely they are people.
It hasn't really got a name, but the customers sometimes call it Biers. It's a place where people can be themselves. People who...have to be a little careful at other times.
People like the differently alive. People who have to spend most of their time being very careful, not frightening people, fitting in. That's how it works here in Ankh-Morpork. Fit in, get a job, don't worry people, and you probably won't find a crowd outside with pitch-forks and flaming torches. But sometimes it's good to go where everybody knows your shape.
Now that your eyes have grown accustomed to the low light you can just make out the variety of shapes on the benches. Some of them are a lot bigger than human, some have pointy ears and long muzzles.
The oddest customer is sitting by herself, at a small round table. She appears to be a very old lady, in a shawl and a straw hat with flowers in it. She is staring in front of herself with an expression of good-natured aimlessness, and in context looks more frightening than any of the shadowy figures.
A huge shambling hairy thing pauses at her table and puts a glass in front of her.
"Port and lemon. There you goes, Mrs Gammage," It rumbles.
"Cheers, Charlie!" cackles the old lady. "How's the plumbing business?"
"Doing fine, love," replies the bogeyman, and vanishes into the gloom.
Of course, he isn't really a plumber, and no one knows who Charlie is. But she thinks the bogeyman is him, and who's going to tell her different?
"She's been coming here ever since the old days when it was still the Crown and Axe," supplies Igor the barman. He looks more or less human, apart from the hair on the back of his hands and the single unbifurcated eyebrow across his forehead. "No one wants to spoil things. Everyone likes Mrs Gammage. Sometimes we have a singsong. Old songs, that she remembers. She's practically blind, you know?" The deep voice halts and takes a breath. "Did you want something?"
A sign over the bar reads "Don't you ever change".
((This description of Biers was taken from the Discworld book Feet of Clay and altered to fit an introduction. If you spot anything wrong with it please tell me. Thank you.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 1:33 pm
The door creaks open with a timid sound. The scrawny figure in the doorway hesitates but steps up to the bar.
"A water, please."
She pushes the hood of her dusty travelling cloak back and pauses.
"Clean glass, thank you."
Igor hands her her water and watches as she scurries to a table whose candle is still lit. The girl sits on the edge of the seat and folds her hands around the slightly less dirty than before glass. She appears to be waiting for . . . something.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 1:53 pm
A cold hand lands on the new entrant's shoulder, slimy and yet somehow boney at the same time. The creature leans in towards the ear, it's breath reeks of drink and raw meat, it's mishapen jaws brush against the cloak maliciously.
The voice is like the skin: Dry and cracked while at the same time oozing, only this time not with puss.
"Boo"
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 3:14 pm
The girl is trembling under her voluminous cloak but manages to keep from squeaking in terror. She rummages around in the rucksack she'd kept under her cloak and finds a few loose pieces of paper, mostly from old shopping lists and almanacks. She quickly scans one particularly rumpled bit of paper and looks at the owner of the hand.
She leans forward and mutters something near where the creature's ears would be if it had them. He looks around furtively, turns pale, and slinks back to his drink.
The girl re-reads the rest of the pages while sipping cautiously at her drink.
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Posted: Thu Aug 05, 2004 2:15 am
The door swings quietyl open and a man steps through. Or at least... He looks like a man, it's hard to tell with him wrapped head to toe in bandages. And though the bandages look a bit ragged and ready to be changed, the man's robes are rather expensive.
He makes his way over to the bar, and Igor looks up at him.
"Ah! Lord Thithio! Tho good to thee you again, thir!" Without waiting for an order, Igor prepares a drink for Shishio. "The regular, thir... Firewater." Igor chuckles lightly at his own joke, and Shishio seems to ignore it.
Lord Shishio sits at a nearby table and enjoys his drink for a while. Various other inhabitants and regulars of Biers nod toward him and tip thier drinks. He returns the gesture.
"Ah. It's good to be back."
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2004 1:44 pm
A tall girl with long bloude hair, ducked in. She sat down at the Bar
"Wizzy..."Igor looked up
"You know what I have"
Igor Got her Normal Water, she sipped the drink
"Whats been happening?" She asked Igor
"Lord Thithio is back"
"Ok" She looked over at him
[OCC] Its not long I had to go[OCC]
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 9:12 am
the door opens and a hooded figure walks in, smelling slightly of alchemicals, he went and sat down in front of the bar
"A Distilled please"
Igor turned around and took a sealed bottle off one of the shelves, uncorcking it and pouring it out into a metal shot glass, sliding it across to the hooded figure
"thanks."
he said, sliding across the money. Igor stopped and smelled it, then tossed it back
"looke, we don't take that kind of gold, i'd like to have to keep the bar!"
"what? oH, i'm so sorry, reached into the wrong pocket!"
the figure reached into his cloak again and pulled out a few AM dollars, then gave it to the barman
"there ya go, that should be the right stuff, sorry about that"
((ooc: i want to start a guild, but i don't know where to get one of those sigs for them. PM if you kno))
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 6:13 pm
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