Ambrosia Software Web Board: The Alraeican Tavern - part VII - Ambrosia Software Web Board

Pippin stood there amazed as a ghostly firger enterd the locked tavern, he chanted something and turned back to his normal state. Pippin called for some people to help fend of the man,
they came and stood ready but the figer stood with no weapon in hand.

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Yummy! My moldy, crunchy, mouth-watering... *drools* frruuuiitt cakkeee...

"I'm going to ask you one more time" said the cloaked man. He tightened the grip around the knife and pushed it harder against the shopkeeper's throat.
"What did the boy purchase, and where was he headed?"
The shopkeeper tried to look the man in the eyes, but the hood covered most parts of his face. Sweat ran down his forhead and onto the blade of the knife. He was shaking, struggling, wondering whether to open his mouth or not.

"Kalain, calm down," the other cloaked man said, "do you want him to be able to speak or not?"
Kalain loosened the grip around the knife. A few drops of blood ran down the shopkeeper's neck.
"Stop using my name, or this will turn out very badly for our friend here" he said, looking at his companion.
The shopkeeper, breathing heavily, was forced up against the wall, with no possibilities of escape. Kalain was holding him with one hand, lifting him up from the floor.
Kalain turned to him again and continued his threats. "Just answer my question," he then grabbed the man's right arm and placed his knife just below the elbow, "or your friends will start calling you Lefty."

Finally, the man spoke. "Listen, I don't ask for the life story of all of my customers! The boy bought some armor and stuff, I can't remember it all!"
Kalain smiled. A diabolical smile. "I don't believe you are telling me the whole truth, friend." his voice was terrifyingly calm - it sounded like he could rip the head off the man at any instant. He pushed the knife down on the man's arm again.
"Okay, okay!" the man sounded hysteric, "he asked for the directions to the Ratlizard's!"

Kalain removed his knife. "Oh, you mean the pub."
"So you do have your common sense intact after all," the other cloaked man, Sineval, said, "valuing your own life over somebody else's."

Kalain loosened his grip on the man, who fell down to the floor, still breathing heavily. He held his hand to his throat and shivered, but breathing a sigh of relief.
Sineval opened the door. Kalain turned around, concealed the knife within his robes and walked outside.
"Here's a little something for your cooperation," Sineval said, throwing a small pouch containing about 20 oboloi to the floor, "and remember to lock your doors and windows at night... lots of bad people in this neighborhood."

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Never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.

[This message has been edited by Rogan (edited 07-01-2003).]

Pyrus kept walking as he finished combing his hair and put it back into a ponytail. It looked much neater now. He had been walking for at least fifteen minutes when at last he spotted a rustic-looking building with a sign painted over the doorway displaying the words: "Ratlizard's Pub & Eatery".
Perhaps here, he would find Rogan and find out what to do next.

The discord of a thousand blasting pipe organs filled with bubble soultion fills the air for a moment, and three moogles dressed in coarse brown robes exit a rift just outside the door of the tavern. They enter, seat themselves at a table, and put their feet up. They all take out pipes and begin blowing bubbles. One of them frowns at a staring patron, who immediately contracts a case of the hiccups. They chuckle to themselves.

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I scream. You scream. We all scream. For pork loin.

She shivered. The tavern seemed to have got scarily full as she cowered at a table in the corner of its wall. A quick scan told her that this was, on average, a small crowd. Why did she feel so claustrophobic in a place that for countless days had been her home, its outside gardens sheltering her at night? Why did the occupants of this building, who by observation she had got to know rather well, scare her?

She laughed to herself. She knew exactly why she was so afraid. She didn’t want to go to the collegium. It wasn’t her place. Her magic is weak, her education is poor, and why would they be so pedantic about taking her on as an apprentice mage?

Suddenly she heard the Tavern doors swing open in a manner, which couldn’t be mistaken as friendly. Wide-eyed she sunk back behind the shielding table and tried to quieten her breath which she found coming to her rather hard. She felt tears of fear running down her eyes. In an instant of which she was not ready Ellie heard the Bar attendant say loudly "she was just over there at the table by the corner”....


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"...but if I may ask, what would you want with Ellie?" Avatara stepped in front of the mysterious newcomer, still carrying the ale and water for the three strange hooded people at a table.

"That is not your concern."

"Every patron is this tavern is my concern, and strange people like you are usually up to no good, especially when it involves females. Let me phrase it carefully: why...are...you...here?"

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"What we do not know, we cannot begin to understand."

The three moogles look about impatiently for their drink and see the dark stranger. One of the mogs begins to summon a small glob of frap, under the table, in it's paw.

The dark stranger begins to reach toward his belt, where a glinting object is hidden...

Avatara grows tense...

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I scream. You scream. We all scream. For pork loin.

[This message has been edited by Hamster2 (edited 07-12-2003).]

{ooc] I'm getting the same problems as Nixus... ah to be out of school.... [bic]

Dusk and Nixus had long ago found the librarian, Selinus. He was a twitching old man, mumbling and muttering to himself with a tap on his glasses and an overflowing beard.
Selinus had pointer the pair, shaking and reassuring himself, to a towering bookshelf in the majestic library, yet only two books, both of no use to, had been found.
Dusk sighed defeatedly and glanced once more over the shelve. He was about to turn away, when Nixus tugged on his shoulder and pointed to a scrap of parchment sticking from the books; scrolled at the top in a short, stuttering hand was the title: [i]"Castle Attendents, Riegn of the Great One".

Dusk gave Nixus a hug, crossed his fingers for luck and pulled the parchment free.
It was signed by the royal guard, and below only three entries. Dusk read:
"Name: Arthul Certent, Jula Certent, Dias Certent, Oliv Certent.
Time: Noon
Purpose: Lunch

Name: Tiam C.
Time: -
Purpose: Cleaning

Name: Jowna Redelus
Time: 7:00
Purpose: Roughs Point

And that's all it says," finished Dusk. Nixus bit her lip and asked if Dusk knew who Jowna Redelus was. No, but they would have to find out.

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Better to die on your feet then live on your knees.

The suspense grows thick and creamy in the air.

One of the moogles produces a thick slice of toast, and begins to spread gobs of suspense on it.

The moogle brings the toast to it's mouth.

The mouth opens, revealing rows of tiny pointed teeth.

The toast enters...

And...

And...

AND NOTHING HAPPENS! GOOD LORD, DO I SMELL SOMETHING ROTTING? THIS HAS TO BE, LIKE, THE 2ND SLOWEST BOARD EVER, NEXT TO AVARA!

And thats saying something.

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I scream. You scream. We all scream. For pork loin.

[OOC] Okay, I’ve been gone for a couple months (here and there), but now I’m back, and I am going to start a Team Story (and the crowds go “Dadgumit, what rock did he crawl out from under?”). Dusk, hope you don't mind if I mess with your rock a little [/OOC]
Joe had been having an excellent time these past weeks in the big seaside city of Cademia. He had gotten a steady job as a ratcatcher. All he had to do was play his lyre down in the sewers and the rat-lizards would gather around him by the dozens, then fall asleep. [OOC] Joe’s skill on the lyre can “soothe the savage beast”, for those of you who haven’t read the last Tavern[/OOC] He then collected them in bags and gave them to Eteocles to do with as he wished. He couldn’t stand to kill them himself, he just didn’t have it in him. By doing this job, Joe scraped together enough money that he was able to by a small bit of land next to the River Sitia outside of town, where he built a stable for his small herd of titans and rented out titan rides to citizens on the weekend.
Joe bedded down his titans for the night, and was headed back to the Alraeician Tavern. He brought his lyre with him, hoping that he could possibly entertain some of his friends there. As he was walking, he happened to look up at the small plateau (Rough's Point) where Dusk was planning on building a house. A large cloud had settled on the top, which normally happened as the sun went down and the air cooled. At first Joe took no notice of it, but with a second glance, he noticed that the cloud had puffs of brown mixed in with the normal gray. “Now that’s odd,” Joe said to himself. His curiosity got the best of him, and he decided to go investigate. Besides, Dusk would want to know about anything strange when he got back, right? He made his way up the stairs and to the rune-covered boulder that dominated the center of the flat-topped hill. The strangely colored clouds formed a vortex around that particular point. Joe and Dusk had previously tried moving this stone out of the way so Dusk could complete his house, but every time they made contact with it, they were temporarily transported to some sort of shadowy dimension. Supernatural vortexes don’t just happen for no reason, and Joe, ever curious, reached out his hand to touch the rock. But before his hand even made contact, the world around him turned gray.

“We were wondering when you would build up the courage to answer your summons,” a voice behind Joe said. Joe wheeled around to find a tall man speaking. The man had a very pale face, but everything else about him was dark - dark hair, dark eyes, and he was wearing a black tunic with navy blue embroidery. Not intimidating, he seemed friendly in fact, just dark.

“Summons? Who are you and what are you talking about?” Joe asked.

“I am Morte, and I am the spirit which decides when things end. I am the Spirit of Endings.”

“So, in other words, you are the Spirit of Death?”

“Well, a simple human mind might say that, but I am really more of a spirit of Time, for I exist outside the realm of time - you are currently in my realm. I control how long a wave will continue before it is again swallowed by the sea. I control how long a fire burns before it goes out. And I control the life spans of all animals and plants of this island. The only time span I do not control is that of you humans. As you have probably heard, you humans are outside the control of the four Powers of this island - Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water. You are also outside of our control, too.”

“Our?” Joe questioned.

“Yes. Turn around and meet my sisters.”

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• [url="http://"http://www.ambrosiasw.com/webboard/Forum5/HTML/001464.html"]Please continue to the Team Story at this time.[/url]

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"On two occasions, I have been asked [by members of Parliament], 'Pray, Mr. Babbage, if you put into the machine wrong figures, will the right answers come out?' I am not able to rightly apprehend the kind of confusion of ideas that could provoke such a question."
-- Charles Babbage (1791-1871)
Inventor of the "Analytical Engine", the first computer.

Suddenly another mysterious newcomer slides past the other one facing Avatara, this one sits at Acrolek's table..."Hey Acrolek, long time no see." "Oh hi Val, yep long time, got any quest you want me to join?" "Yep its called..." Val and Acrolek drift into converstaion. Later. "okay so when do we leave for that one city, ugh i forgot its name again...is that anyoning siege lord back?" "In a bit, got to get some supplise, yep its him and now i dont think that one trick you used last time will work." "I wonder.." Acrolek gives Val an evil grin. "Oh no, dont tell me you still got some of that stuff left." "I found a way to keep it form doing the same thing instantly i froze it so it wont starting doing that until it melts..." [Oic: Val is a one of the friends that i was making a story with, and i dont want to give out to many details yet, i am trying to start a quest, atleast i am getting this moving again, i think. Bic:] "Oh great...well the anoying siege lord has got some mages figuring out what you made and hoping to use it on the city's defense. Good thing they are not as skilled as the mages i have seen here." "I know where we can get some poeple to join in this quest, there are some good mages in here who may want to go on a quest, i wish this stupid mysterious newcomer would leave so everything could turn back to normal." Acrolek said. "Well i can take care of that..." Val says grining and starts casting some magic. "Val dont do it." Acrolek says nervously. Vals stop casting and a thunder storm that was slowly appearing disappears and Acrolek sheaths(sp?) his sowrd becuase it doesnt look like the mysterious newcomer is going to move any time soon.

[Out of Story: thats all i can come up with, hope it helps. -Dark Jet Back in Story:]

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[This message has been edited by Dark Jet (edited 08-05-2003).]

[OOC] Well then, Mr. Slayer. I guess I'll just have to re-post it here, then <IMG SRC="http://www.AmbrosiaSW.com/webboard/tongue.gif" HEIGHT="15" WIDTH="15"> [/OOC]

The beautiful granite tavern glowed orange in the setting sun, the surface of the walls appearing to be made of flame. A man approached the large building. He was a traveller, from the looks of things, with a long walking staff, a green cloak draped loosely around his shoulders, and pliable leather walking boots. He was tall and thin, and he wore a long sword at his side. "ALRAEICIAN TAVERN," he read from the sign as he approached the large wooden door. "Sounds like a good place to put my feet up and have a drink," he said to himself. "Founded by citizen Talos in the ninth month of the year 2000," the man noticed in smaller print at the bottom of the sign. He opened the door and entered the tavern, puzzling over the strange date on the sign. Wasn't this year only year 750 or so according to the local dating system? [OOC] Yay for "Best of Cythera" <IMG SRC="http://www.AmbrosiaSW.com/webboard/biggrin.gif" HEIGHT="15" WIDTH="15"> [/OOC]
He walked over to the bar, and asked the bartender for an ale, which he promptly recieved. He carried his mug over to the firepit and sat reclined on one of the many benches nearby.


[This message has been edited by Big Joe (edited 12-01-2003).]

OOC: Hi, everyone. I'm kinda new here, please give me some slack... /OOC

Humming lightly to himself, the boy entered in a regular fashion, adorned on rather strange clothes. Well, sort of. He wore a darkish blue robe that had a brown cloth over his waist and over one shoulder. He carried a simple wooden staff, and despite his young age, he was on a pilgrimage. Also having a bow and sheaf of arrows on his back and dual scimitars at his side, all concealed, he obviously had some familiarity with fighting. Green eyes and black hair were on his head, and he sat at a table where no one else was.

Quickly whipping out a small handbook with graceful writing in them, he began reading his notes from the book "The Pilgrims Path", a complete guide to where he was supposed to go, and what to do there. Scribbling more with his ink pen, he then turned the page and drew a very detailed map, marking a small X where his first destination was.

He tucked it away and then took out another book, for leisure reading, titled " Living A Good Life" He sighed contently and leaned back in his chair, opening to page 171 where he had left off. After a few moments, he licked his thumb and turned the page.


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(u)nforgiven s(eraphim)

While yet still another patron walked into the tavern. He was wearing a long sleeved black robe that fell passed his knees, black pants that barely made it down to his ankles. The tavern was quite crowded and the only part of the cloaked mn that could been seen what his feet which were balck from the dirt. The tevern looked as if it had just been through a small brawl though no one in the tavern hinted so. The bar tender was small and stocky with a long black beard. The new commer walked over to the bartender. "What ya have mate?" the bar man asked in a grunty way smiling and showing off his almost jet black teeth. "Nothing, I'm just waiting for a friend. If a man comes in here asking for me my name is Halbe Wahrheit." With that he didn't say a word.
About 1 minutes latter a tall man wearing a dark brown t-shirt and brown trowsers walked in and went straight over to the bartender. "Has a man called Halbe Wahrheit been in here?" he asked politely. "What sit to ya?" he said sounding on the verge or drunkenness. Halbe Wahrheit had seen the patron walk in and got up when the bartender wasn't going to tell him where I was. He slowly and quietly walked over to the new commer because he couldn't pass up the chance to scare the living daylight out of his friend. When Halbe Wahrheit hot within 1 foot of his friend that bartender told him and laughed. they bother greeted each other and went over to a table and started talking about old times. As they were talkng a new patron walked into the bar, both Halbe Wahrheit and friend looked at the door and gasped...

As both Halbe Wahrheit and his friend were looking to the door and watching the new patron walk in Halbe Wahrheit got up and started walking slowly towards the door. The new commer turned and looked at Halbe Wahrheit and Halbe Wahrheit was looking straight into the unknown persons eyes when one word was said that broke the silence.
"Mum" Halbe Wahrheit said. Then suddenly all of the patrons who were minding their own buisness turned around and looked at Halbe Wahrheit.
"What hae I told you about getting into trouble and meeting people in bars like this. I have told you a hundred times to stay out of trouble." Halbe Wahrheit mother said.
"But mother..."
"Don't but mother me little boy, you comming home right now. Come on."
"Ok, ok," Halbe Wahrheit said queitly "Sorry about this my friend but I must take my leave." Halbe Wahrheit called out to his friend.
"Bla bla bla, can you ever just leave without telling everyone." She said as if getting impatient.
Then they both left the tavern. Suddenly another person entered the bar and said "I have come to rob this tavern and anyone who resists will be killed very very slowly and without mercey so don't stop me unless you want to die a painfull death." He said very fast on one breath of air. Then Halbe Wahrheit's friend who was still nameless and sitting in the corner stood up and threw a dagger and hit the robber straight in the heart.
"Bloody mindless maraunders, you can never..." He said pausing at the end as another person walked through the door and said.....

ooc: I'm Back! bic:

Thomas packed up camp and started down the hill towards the city where this great "tavren" was located. He had heard from people the many strange things happened there, so that got Thomas interested. The night started getting cold but that meant the oppisite to Thomas, so instead of putting his heavy cloak on, he toke off the light cloak he was wearing.

As the moon reached the middle of the sky, Thomas heared strange whispers comming from near by. They almost sounded like ghosts. Thomas stopped walking and slowly pulled out his two handed sword. It started to go as he concentrated slowly on enchanting his sword with bitter cold ice damage.

Thomas crawled queitly over the top of a dune and peeked. What he saw next sent shivers up his spine. There is like a whole army of them thought Thomas, crap this is going to be a hard fight. Thomas backed down the hill enough, till he was sure he could stand with out his head being seen over the top of the hill. He took a deep breath, gathering mana around him just in case, and then he charged over the hill with a deep war cry. Thomas hoped he would make it out of this one a live...

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Why do we kill people, who kill people, to show that killing people is wrong?

[This message has been edited by Dark Jet (edited 05-16-2004).]

Thomas couldn't see what his foes exactly were, they kind of dimmed to black figures. Thomas kept hacking through them, there was two left that he could see, right before he could strike, he felt a cold iron blade go right through him. Right as he fell into drakness sometrhing strange happened.

Thomas suddenly woke up, no understanding. He looked at the fire infront of him, trying to recall all that had happened, he noticed he was in a forest now. There seemed to be whispers bouncing off the trees. Thomas looked to his right and saw a figure staring back at him...

ooc: are there elves in Cythera? bic:

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Why do we kill people, who kill people, to show that killing people is wrong?

Etiko walked down the street towards the Alraeician Tavern, hoping this was the right one. She risked glancing around, she was starting to draw more attention then she liked. She dashed behind a house and cast: CloackedWalk. She headed back out the thoe original street that she was on and continued to walk towards the tavern.

A little while later Etiko, reached the Alraeician Tavern. As Sshe read the sign, she took off CloackedWalk and the entered. Seeing as the corner tables were taken and most of the tables were in use by mostly drunk patrons, she chose a seat by the fire. Etiko sat on the floor next to it, staring in. Most people had seen enough of the people in black cloaks so the basicly ignored her.

The bartender came over to ask what she wanted, but all she said was "water". The bartender gave a kind of strange look and then walked off to get her order. Apperently no one notice that she was a night elf and a female, she smilied staring into the fire...

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Why do we kill people, who kill people, to show that killing people is wrong?

Noticing the influx of dangerous looking patrons and dead marudering burgulars, Villa groaned heavily. He hated the types that visited this bar, there were just too many serious people. He scanned the tavern carefully with his ears; the only person laughing was drunk, and he was laughing at a drunk friend, who had fallen to the ground drunk.
Villa shook his head and wondered with self-amused interest "For such a quite little island, there are an awful number of drunks."
He walked up to Talos, and ordered a 'sparkingling, delicious(ing) ale' (as the sign boasted). The bar tender passed the large pewter mug across the bench top, worn down by many hands to Villa. Villa sniffed loudly, and took a huge gulp.

Bad idea.

He spat the ale all over the counter and showered near by patrons in a mixture of alchohol and flem. The bar fell silent and everyone looked at the lowly thief. He was choking on something. No one moved to help him. He gasped and flapped his arms; his face was turning red, his lips blue. Talos jumped over the counter and whopped Villa on the back. From the depths of Villa's throat a frog lept.
A live, fat, frog. It croaked loudly, and hopped onto Talos's shoulder.
Talos smiled broadly at Villa "Thanks! I've been looking for him!".

[ooc] cheer up people! If we only could get a few of the older members posting again, we could have a lively Tavern once more. Slayer! Come out of your hidey hole, and Moonshadow, you too! [bic]

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What part of "You don't understand anything!" don't you understand?

[quote]Originally posted by dusk:
ooc]If we only could get a few of the older members posting again, we could have a lively Tavern once more. Slayer! Come out of your hidey hole, and Moonshadow, you too!    

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Avatara re-entered the bar gracefully and sat down at an unoccupied table to join in the growing party. At least, that was the plan.

In reality, somebody had left a dead burglar in the doorway with a knife in his heart and a rug concealing him from everyone who wasn't paying close attention to their feet. Avatara tripped over the body and went sailing into a bench with a grunt, smashing into it and overturning its contents on the unfortunate patron sitting there. Villa, now covered in splinters, ale, and sawdust, glared back.

"Whoops!" Avatara muttered as he attempted to get back on his feet, but his hand lost its grip in the ale-soaked debris and he fell back onto the ground. After a few more brief attempts to get back up, he noticed Villa standing nearby and scowling at the mess that used to be his spot on the bench. Avatara reached up and grabbed Villa's unoutstretched hand to pull himself up. "Somebody needs to learn to clean up after themselves," Avatara swept his hand in the direction of the unearthed body, and the blood that was slowly staining the wood floor. He caught Villa wiping his hand on his pants, attempting to get the ale and muck off. "By the way, I don't think I've seen you here before. My name's Avatara."

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"Its all fun and games until a rampaging robot destroys half of your city."

[This message has been edited by Avatara (edited 05-17-2004).]

To cut a long story short, Thomas got teleported to the door of the Alraeician Tavern. He smilied as he spotted his friend instantly. He felt like walking aorund the mess Avatara created and the dead body, instead of risk getting dirty. Thomas walked to the fire and ssat down next to Etiko.

Etiko sat starring into the fire sipping her water, she set the glass down and pulled out the note one more time. it read:

Hello Etiko,

I'm on my way to the Alraeician Tavern, and i was wondering if u wanted to meet me there. I'll be there about midnight. See ya then.

A nice friend,
-Thomas

She smilied, then frowned, it was past midnight by about two hours. Where is he? HE never was late before. Then she suddenly heard a whisper behind her, "Réhon Daoto, Etiko". Etiko reached for one of her hidden short swords, she stood up as if to leave. She turnned quickly sword drawn and at a person's neck. The figure said, "hey, watch it Etiko, I was just kidding..." Etiko then resheathed her sword and realized that this figure was actually Thomas.

They sat up and talked in whispers by the fire, long past everyone was gone, drunk and asleep, or asleep.

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Why do we kill people, who kill people, to show that killing people is wrong?

Villa was disgusted, and a little shocked. He brushed off the shattered table fragments and ignored the offered hand by Avatara, sitting down at the next vacant table along. He raised his hand, and ordered another ale from the frog, that now seemed to be running the bar in Talos's absence (who knows where he got to, thought Villa).

Avatara was disgusted, and a little shocked. Sure he had tripped up, but all he did was offer his hand. This guy must be one grumpy fella to refuse a nice hand shake. Avatara shook his head to hismelf and scoffed. To think I was almost considering possibly buying him a drink!

Villa was disgusted. The ale was just as revolting as before, and he couldn't seem to shake the taste of frog from his mouth; a lasting, bitter reek. He mumbled at his terrible luck over the past few moons he had ben in this land. He needed some money- the few obols he had taken from Avatara's pocket as he fumbled on the ground was barely enough to pay for the over priced beer.

Avatara was disgusted. He had slipped through blood, vomit and what apeared to be a giant pool of snot. He sipped on his drink, savouring the taste. He had always liked the bar tending frog, who's name he couldn't quiet recall. A simple and straight forward kinda bloke. Avatara mulled over his decision, and concluded that in the spirit of the occasion (the occasion being the Taverns revival from the depths of time), he should apologise to the stranger and try to be friends. He ordered some finer wine and walked over heavily to Villa's table.

The wine arrived at Villa's table. He was suprised, and didn't remember ordering it. He spun his head around quickly, checking out how drunk he was by the speed of the room. He decided after a few more experimental spins that he was drunk enough not to care where the delicious looking red came from, and ripped open the cork.

Avatara sat down, after having watched the strange man perform some sort of neck-straining head excercise. He smiled and held out his hand again. Villa looked dissapointed, and passed the wine to Avatara, turning away. Avatara was puzzled for a moment. Why was he giving the wine back?
"I don't think you understand, I'm just trying to be friendly!" Villa looked scepticly at the man who had destroyed his table.
"Ok." he said simply.
Avatara blinked.
Villa stared.
Avatara decided to take the initiative and pour Villa a glass of the wine, issuing himself a generous portion. He smiled and introduced himself. Villa smiled back for the first time since he arrived in Cythera, but kept one hand clasped firmly around his obol pouch. Experience told him not to trust smiling strangers.
Villa shook the outstretched hand; "I'm Villa, thanks for the wine. I'm having a bad day."
Avatara laughed, "I noticed."

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What part of "You don't understand anything!" don't you understand?

[quote]Originally posted by dusk:

[ooc] cheer up people! If we only could get a few of the older members posting again, we could have a lively Tavern once more. Slayer! Come out of your hidey hole, and Moonshadow, you too!    ]

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Life: Sexually transmitted disease, 100% fatal.

[This message has been edited by Moonshadow (edited 05-22-2004).]

(sorry for not posting until now, or posting very much, busy week - graduation is today)

"Ahhh!" Avatara cried out, suddenly shivering as the warmth of the room was blanketed in a rush of cold air. Villa put down his wine glass with an odd grimance on his face. In response to Avatara's questioning glance, Villa turned his glass upside-down and the remaining wine slid out to shatter into frozen shards on the tavern floor. A drunk in a far corner began screaming as his frozen beer slid out of his mug and down his shirt.

"Someone must have left the door open for too long, what if we moved closer to the fire?" Avatara suggested as they looked toward the fireplace, only to find the nice cozy fire covered in a layer of iced ashes.

"Whatever is going on here, I think she might have something to do with it." Villa pointed at Moonshadow, the only creature in the room who was not shivering.

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"Its all fun and games until a rampaging robot destroys half of your city."

"That's better." Moonshadow nodded with a satisfied smile and wandered over to Avatara and Villa, pretending to be oblivious to the shivering patrons. "Long time no see," she greeted Avatara with a friendly smile. "How have you been? And who's your friend?"

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Life: Sexually transmitted disease, 100% fatal.