Come ye travelers. Sit and have a drink at the Drunken Drago

Post » Tue Nov 10, 2009 3:27 am

Link woke to the sound of talking downstairs, he walked down and realised that the inn was quite busy!
He recognized some faces from the previous night, and some new arrivals.
He saw a bounty hunter when he walked past the room next to him, as his door was open. And knowing that he was probably on the bounty hunter list, sat down in the darkest corner he could find,
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Tyrone Haywood
 
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 5:31 pm

More people please reply to this, it is FUN!!
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:22 pm

the man in black has died through lack of intrest :)
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 8:27 pm

Meanwhile, the Zombie had been reading a dictionary to improve his speech, and he moved over to the Bounty Hunters.

"Uhm excooz mee" he drawled. "I havv bean having some trubble, you see, becawz somebody has stolen my beeer. she loooked like a lizeerd and she is eevil" he said intelligently.

Turns-The-Page looks across at the Zombie. "well my putrid friend, I am always one to encourage wider reading, but are you sure you have not merely misplaced it? Even if you had drank it, would it not merely have gone straight through your stomach hole onto the floor?"
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 11:58 pm

Link orders a beer, hoping to blend in, as he is not very big on alchohol he thinks the drink is disgusting and bitter. But he forces it down his throat, the cold liquid making his throat hurt and his head spin, he put it down, and didn't drink anymore for the fear of passing out.
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Post » Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:22 am

the man in black briefly comes back to life, only to realise he had lost the will to live and collapsed again
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:47 pm

A pale faced man walks into the inn, making sure that his robes concealed his varied weapons. He takes in the occupants of the bar. He begins to walk out, but notices the Altmar vampire standing there. They meet eyes and he grins to the Altmer revealing their relation.
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Post » Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:04 am

Link noticed the newest addtion to the inn grin at the vampire, he saw the sharp teeth and the pale face.
"So there are two vampires in here tonight?" He thought.
"This should be interesting."
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:59 pm

Returning from a trip to an abandonded mine in search of loot, S'dressa opens the door and enters the bar glancing warily at the other occupants he walks to the bar and lays a pile of septims down. "Mutton please, make it rare. And a tankard of ale to wash it down."
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Post » Tue Nov 10, 2009 12:23 am

The harpist who had been break and sipping a drink in the corner, brought at hand to her neck with out thinking about it, having over heard the last comment. She cleared her throat. "Armed men last night, vampire tonight? Whats next? A cult of mud crab worshipers?"
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:43 pm

The harpist who had been break and sipping a drink in the corner, brought at hand to her neck with out thinking about it, having over heard the last comment. She cleared her throat. "Armed men last night, vampire tonight? Whats next? A cult of mud crab worshipers?"

Just then, the notorious Mudcrab Merchant walked in with his elite following of worshipers.
"I'm looking for a bounty hunter," he said. "Goes by the name of Solo. Han Solo."
:celebration: shake things up a bit
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Post » Tue Nov 10, 2009 2:48 am

lol
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:28 pm

At this point of the evening, an enormously fat Imperial walks through the door. This man is nearly as wide as he is tall, and he was about as the huge Nord bartender. He was clearly drunk already, for he tripped on the small step just inside the door of the inn. His fall shock the Inn on its foundation. The entire bar roared with laughter, except the two vampires of course. The enormous man picked himself up and walked over to the corner the vampires were sitting at. "Sayyyyy, yous guysch look funny *hic* Why are yous so *hic* quiet?" all the while spitting all over the two.
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 2:31 pm

Link knew the Imperial, it was someone who used to bully him in the academy. Link hated him and said.
"Hey fatty! Don't sit down, might make a mess!" And laughed.
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:06 pm

The fat man looked over at the Dark Elf, and recognized him. "Hey! I's know you *hic* yous that little brat that *hic* went to school with me." At that the fat man lumbered over to the elf.
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:40 pm

Link stood up and drew his scimitar.
"Stay away from me... or else..."
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Post » Tue Nov 10, 2009 3:04 am

The Altmer Mage sighed. Sometimes, people amazed him. But he was in no mood to argue any more - Instead, he took his bottle of Surilie Brothers to a small table in the corner, the only occupant of which was a Dunmer woman, the one who privately knew of the High Elf's secret. The Mage took no notice of her and neither did he ask if he could sit next to her. He simply glided over, sat smoothly on the wooden chair and poured himself a generous measure of wine. After taking a sip, he once again contemplated whether it was better than Tamika's. In the end he agreed that it wasn't, and instead turned his attention to the Dark Elf sitting next to him.

"Hello, my name is Cirali" he said, showing off his vicious fangs as he spoke.


She froze as she saw the vampire calmly glide over to her table and seat himself. He seemed to be enjoying his wine, and Leisea couldn't help but make the connection with another red liquid. Her eyes widened when he introduced himself, partly at his smooth and rich voice, partly at the fact he spoke at all but mostly because she was given a close view of his very sharp, gleaming fangs. She didn't know how to react to that, should she pretend she didn't see? No, he knew very well that she did. Should she leave? Both common sense and pride wouldn't allow that. Instead she settled with meeting his red eyes steadily. She tore herself away when the clamour begun outside the inn, and shook her head at the woman's stupidity.

The Altmer Mage, who will henceforth be known by his name Cirali, stared in astonishment at the Argonian who was drying her robes in the Inn.

"One of the Bravil pests, no doubt." he said loudly, so she could hear him. "They just can't resist leaving a mess wherever they go." he continued. Cirali then realized that it was almost time for lunch, and so he got up and strode over to the barkeeper, Arthur, much to the relief of the Dunmer.

"I don't suppose you do Venison here?" he asked. "I'd like some Venison for lunch, and also a slice of Sweetcake with strawberries for pudding, please? I can supply my own drink."

And with that, he moved to an empty table, and withdrew from his pocket a glass bottle, full of a red substance - Blood, but in a bottle it is actually known as 'Blood Potion'. Cirali checked nobody was looking, and took a swig. But unbeknownst to him, the Argonian from the Order of Virtuous Blood was eyeing him as he did so.


Leisea, remembering about her 'guest', quickly turned back to the table to see him getting up and approach the barkeeper, ordering... venison? She was more than a little disorientated at the brief encounter. What just happened here? she thought, before taking a large swig of mead, and choked slightly. She noticed the Argonian watching the vampire, Cirali, she remembered, closely and guessed that he knew about Cirali's eating habits and wsa planning to do something about it.
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Post » Tue Nov 10, 2009 5:07 am

S'dressa watches the rest of the patrons of the Inn as he chews his mutton, noticing the Dark Elf draw his weapon he turns and walks to a table far, far away from the Dark Elf and the drunken Imperial. Glancing at the harp player, "Play us a song maiden, if it pleases you. I prefer music to violence this even."
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 1:56 pm

Link pushes the Imperial away, muttering something about him not being worth making his blade dirty for.
Link sat back down near the fireplace, the night was cold and the rain was still pounding down outside. He took another sip of beer and shuddered, it tasted disgusting.
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 2:21 pm

As a Nord passes by he is attracted by the enticing music and noise coming from the inn. The Nord dressed in a brown collared shirt carrying a long leather bond case, as he enters ignores the fat imperial and vampires orders a glass of mead and then sits next to the harpists. He introduces himself as Guts and calmly asks "What key are we in?" while he removes and assembles a trombone from its leather case.
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 9:30 pm

Link eyed the newcomer suspiciously, he thought he had seen him before but he didn't know when. He dismissed the thought and went on thinking about... things.
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 6:12 pm

As Guts finishes the first tune he surveys the inn. He notices a fairly articulate zombie (which is very intriguing) then makes eye contact with a dark elf that looks very familiar.
Guts thinks to himself "I think i met him some where, another gig, an adventure... ahh no matter i can get used this harp player."
To the harpist "Can i get you a drink?"
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Post » Tue Nov 10, 2009 4:56 am

To his relief Link finishes his beer, he walked outside for some fresh air because his stomach hurt so much. He threw up on a tree.
He went back inside and saw the music had stopped, it made the place seem less lively. Link sat near the zombie.
It was just sitting looking at the table and Link said.
"My, your not such a LIVELY fellow are you?"
The zombie replied with a long agonized groan, then ran away.
It was running so fast it hit its head on the door and fell to the ground, it picked itself back up and ran out into the pond, no one ever saw it again.
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:50 pm

"1, 2, a 1234" Guts and the harpists begin to play another tune. Even though the harpists declined his offer it did not effect the stage chemistry and they played a lively folk melody. This is music is an odd accompaniment for such a ragtag bunch of travelers in the inn. He puts down the trombone and starts singing a Less Rude Song. Many of the more intoxicated travelers start to dance and sing along.
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Post » Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:24 pm

Link sat in the corner, wanting to get as far away from the dancing people as possible.
He blocked his ears, not wanting to hear the crap emanting from the other side of the room.
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