The brewery - dwarfs only

[snorri]

from a dark corner of a seedy ale house a gravelly voice calls out "fellow dawi! we must come together in these dark times to protect our holds and TO GET SOME DECENT ALE!!!" as people start to stare the bearded form of the dwarf retreats into the shadows and call the barman "gimme 5 more flagons of your strongest ale!! it might just touch the sides! and put it on dafts tab"

[Crepitus]

*Crepitus walks past haughtily*

[Delfeye]

*Crepitus walks past haughtily*
Go away elf, I don't want to see you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I f**t in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.

[Beefcake]

*slides up to the bar* I'll take a pint of your finest Dwarven Spirits.

[Mar Ishtar]

hearing the sound of the perfidious french menace coming from inside the bar a giant wooden rebbit sidles up to the dwarf. a small door opens and out falls...the holy hand grenade of Antioch!! and Mar didst raise the hand grenade upon high and did sayeth "lord, bless this, thy holy hand grenade, so that i may, in thy name, blowest thy enemies to bits." 1...2...4! i mean, 3! boom.

[Rupard Longbeard]

HAR! May Valaya watch over us from these wretched magi. Is PIODT recognized here?

[snorri]

psssh no grenade will disturb my drinking!! aye that it is rupard that it is. have a pint on him

[Gadolfin]

No elves needed here. Be gone you vermin!:mad:

[ShnappinTurtle]

Can you spare a pint?

[FBG Peak]

Can you spare a pint?


A pint?!?! Pansy! Bring me the barrel!!

[Beefcake]

Beefcake attacks using Pristine Iron War Axe for 12 damage and drops the human out of the bar on his bum.

[Groln son of Mohan]

A pint?!?! Pansy! Bring me the barrel!!
There's nothing left of the barrel except what's in my mug. I dare ya to take it! (spits in his excesively oversived metallic mug) HA!

[snorri]

hmmmmmmmm, (eyes up Grolns mug)
as tempting as that may be ill stick with my own, still a bit left in mine yet, ill see if i can get someone to open another cask, dont worry ill P.I.O.D.T

[Wutang Clan]

ill have a huge glass of your finest ale, my brothern

[Wutang Clan]

also i quick shot if youve got some ;)

[Rawrasaur]

I R RAWRASAUR!! Pass me a pint or else...

[snorri]

I R RAWRASAUR!! Pass me a pint or else...

or else what?
dont make me get my axe out, tis rune-sharp and was made by my great great great (goes on for a while) grandpa

oh and i think he meant brethren

[Groln son of Mohan]

I R RAWRASAUR!! Pass me a pint or else...

or else what?
dont make me get my axe out, tis rune-sharp and was made by my great great great (goes on for a while) grandpa

Go ahead, Rawrasaur! Make him get out his axe! I like watching bar fights. Free entertainment with my ale!

[Gadolfin]

Looking to band up with 4 other dwarfs. Email me if interested or reply here.

Looking to go on an Orc campaign.

[ximan11]

No elves needed here. Be gone you vermin!:mad:
i protect elves!:mad: :mad: :mad: *growls*

[Venzhe]

I'm positive us elves could drink you dwarves under the table. That is... if you were above table height to begin with.

[flop]

Flop the troll enters the room and pushes a dwarf off a stool. ME WANTS DRINK

[yuriwebboy]

*is already drunk on the finest dwarven ale*

[flop]

but in fact, everybody knows orcs make the best ale around

[ipoundtheclown]

Pushes through the bar door, slamming it roughly against the wall as he does. Ignorant of eveyrthign around him, focused, and serene, he plots his course, eyes resting on a chair in the back corner, shrouded in shadow. As he passes the troll, his hand slips out towards the table, lifting it's drink, and continuing on his way.
Quietly smiling, he climbs into a chair in the back, scanning the room.

[Gnuthad]

Enters the bar only to find the door broken from its hinges... alas Gnuthad is my born name. *No one flinches**No one moves* Not like it matters i came only to drink and kill trolls.... and we are getting low on ale!! DWARmocracy

[jonka]

Into the Tavern comes a halfling, murdering those foolish enough to be drunk dwarfs.

[jonka]

but in fact, everybody knows orcs make the best ale around
my, you are a weak orky! Orkish ale isn non-alchaholic!

[Mr Gandalf]

No heads turn to see the quiet Mr Gandalf amble through the broken tavern doors. He finds himself an empty table in the dark corner and slides into the chair while drawing the hood of his cloak over his head. The bartender, an old friend to Gandalf, silently delivers a steaming red brew and leaves him alone with no more than a nod of his head.

Few people dare to glance over at Gandalf throughout the night, as they fear the chilling darkness that occupies his face. Gandalf slowly drains his brew and mumbles enchantments under his breath continuously for two hours. After the two hours have expired, Gandalf gets up to leave and not a single person will be able to remember him doing so.

[Mr Gandalf]

oh..., but i do.

Gandalf is chuckling to himself outside the tavern as he is able to hear Jonka's thoughts. His enchantments of invisibility and sound damper do not fail nor does his confusing charm on all life forms in the tavern, save his old friend serving the drinks.

[jonka]

Gandalf is chuckling to himself outside the tavern as he is able to hear Jonka's thoughts. His enchantments of invisibility and sound damper do not fail nor does his confusing charm on all life forms in the tavern, save his old friend serving the drinks.
Jonka's soul bursts viciously out of Gandalfs mind and threatens him in the form of a dragon. he offers him a truce with one condition, together they must kill all dwarves.

[Mr Gandalf]

Jonka's soul bursts viciously out of Gandalfs mind and threatens him in the form of a dragon. he offers him a truce with one condition, together they must kill all dwarves.

Gandalf does not accept so called "truce" for he fears no dragon. As for killing dwarves, Gandalf does not discriminate against dwarves as a race, but rather kills anyone he feels is necessary.

[jonka]

Gandalf does not accept so called "truce" for he fears no dragon. As for killing dwarves, Gandalf does not discriminate against dwarves as a race, but rather kills anyone he feels is necessary.
The dragon murders Gandalf and fly's to tell Jonka. Jonka comes outside and see's the body. Not wishing any harm upon the elf, Jonka awakes him in the form of a ghost, no longer able to use magic or hurt anything untill Jonka dies and the bonds that hold them to this earth are cut or Jonka chooses to cut those bonds. Perhaps Gandalf can enjoy the time before they are sent into another life.

[jonka]

Gandalf does not discriminate against dwarves as a race, but rather kills anyone he feels is necessary.
As for discrimination against dwarves perhaps it is their fault. Maybe if they had not gotten drunk tortured Jonka in their dark caves when he was younger he would not have taken a vow to kill all who are true evil such as the black dwarves of this land or perhaps it's orcs, they must meet justice bravely.

[Davideverwars]

So can I hang with y'all?

[Mr Grimly]

*Jumps and cleaves an elf's head clean off* Hey I just got me a new skull to drink out of!

[Mitsuri]

*walks in from hard day at the forge
*bangs the counter
Bar keep!!! Best pint of your dwarfen mead!!

[Amaryllis Amata Madrigal]

Amaryllis Amata, though human, had been adopted by elves, and had gained many skills, not the least of which was to govern her behaviour according to the company she kept. So it was that the first time she entered this tavern she glided soundlessly to the bar, looking neither right nor left, and set two cloth-wrapped bundles and two small leather bottles upon the counter in front of the stoic barkeep.

"My resume, good sir, and I seek employment," she murmured in a husky voice, turning to face the room, her jacket falling open to reveal high white breasts barely contained within her embroidered bodice. Tossing back her auburn hair, Amaryllis Amata smiled, white teeth flashing between ruby lips as she faced the testerone-filled crowd.

Behind her, the bartender, opened the packets, to reveal a generous wedge of flaky tortiere with a savoury meat filling, and a thick slab of pound cake, flecked with bits of orange rind and yellow with good butter.

As some of the patrons wandered nearer to see what Amaryllis Amata had brought, the barkeep poured the contents of the bottles into two tankards. One was a wonderfully spiced mead, and the other a stout beer, redolent with fine hops and toasted barley.

"Not just a pretty face," he murmured. "Interesting . . . and timely."

[Amaryllis Amata Madrigal]

Mitsuri spoke up, "Ill take half of that if I may. If she can make a good mead then ye should hire the wench!"

The barkeep shrugged and tipped some into a half pint tankard and slid it down the bar, putting the rest to his own lips. "Ahhh," he said, as Mitsuri picked up his mug and echoed the barkeeper.

Gandalf reached across the counter and, neatly severing the tortiere with one sharp claw, scooped up half of the flaky concoction and tossed it between his deadly jaws, snap! His jaws parted in a toothy dragon grin.

Davideverwars spoke up. "Would it be possible to get a taste of that loaf?"

The bartender precisely halved it with a dagger held in one hand, while the other fed himself tortiere. Soon, both Davideverwars and the barkeep were munching in blissful contemplation of these culinary delights.

Only the beer remained to be consumed. Who amongst this motley crowd would wish to share?

[Athonese de Courtenay]

Such prejudice. Why I know of an elven wench who is like a fresh song upon a minstrel's lips, her form capable of an entire orchestra of experience, her voice a wondrous harmony to men's ears, and her face a vision to the eyes . ..

Perhaps the elven men hold no charm but the elven women, ah, their kisses are like ambrosia upon the tongue . . .

[Athonese de Courtenay]

"O, Gandalf, wilst thou not set glass to lips and savour the heady taste of hops upon your palate, the barley a delight to your tongue, and the sight of my sweet smile a joy unto thine heart?" Amaryllis voice issued like rich honey 'twixt her ruby lips, and her eyes, emerald and amber ocean pools, sparkled like sundiamonds upon the water.

"Come, sage Gandalf and judge for thineself if my friend has merits as cook and brewmistress."

[Athonese de Courtenay]

And you, David Everwars, what have you been up to? An amiable fellow like yourself must have an entertaining stor or two to tell!

[Armand Chevalier]

But I thought David Everwars had been slain. Of course it must be said that with the enormous amount of ale and such being consumed by all and sundry ,one elf looked much like another, indeed were doubtless multiplying in front of some poor sots.