Revisiting The Australian Kiss [Social/Open]

[Tobin]

(OOC: It's open again! I decided to reopen the Kiss to try and get some new patrons. But what is this thread for? In short, its a chilled out place for adventurers to chill when not saving the world or otherwise dooming it!

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I know I have been asked by a fair few people to RP with them, but unfortunately due to my slow post style I can't just open threads on whim, I would never get around to replying to all of them. So I made this so you can all meet dwarf and get a drink, or several. As such you can leave this thread whenever. However, as there may be a lot of posters, I might not respond to people unless they chose to interact with the dwarf. In this thread, he is effectively background scenery unless you interact with him. The advantage is that you don't need to know what else is going on in here. Just order a drink from the dwarf and join in on whatever is currently going on.

Strictly speaking theres no post order, so if someone disappears off the face of the forum for example or doesn't post for a week you can skip around them. Just be reasonable. This is a lain back RP as and when we are not trying to save/doom world, so unless there is only two (active) punters I don't want to see a wall of just two people posting.

Whats acceptable here? Pretty much anything, just keep in mind that there are more then enough combat threads out there. Thus any brawls in here will only be allowed to two posts max. After that? NPC Lander Guards will show up, as they tend to do when combat happens in the city. Though a little bit can be fun.

So come on in, wipe your feet and enjoy!)

Word Count: 609

Upon entering the bar the thing immediately apparent was the rather rural abode, fashioned after the Irish/English pubs, the dwelling was characterised by solid, wooden beams and warm browns and green decor. The structure of the room was a simple rectangular shape, with the punters entering through a heavy set of oak and iron braced doors via the width of the triangle.

Immediately to the right was a counter that ran the length of the room. Resting on the counter top was a long slab of oak carved from a mighty tree, though the time hadn’t been kind as drink spills, scorches, scuffles and polishing had left the surface discoloured and heavily worn in places, admit still fit for function. Built into the firm sturdy bench was a series of brass taps that faced in towards the barkeep, a relic from a bygone age designed to cool provide a chilled beverage from the barrels hidden from view. Behind the counter was a series of firm cupboards that had a brass plate hammered that detailed the inventory. There was a section cut into the front of each panel that allowed the guests to view the bottles on display, though one would have to squint as the green glass was thick to minimise exposure to sunlight as direct exposure was known to numb the taste of certain products. At the far right corner there was a food counter, though as no adventurer chefs worked here the food would be fairly basic, Tobin was a brewer so that end was little personal concern to him.

The table arrangement to the left side of the venue was quite cosy, as each of the round, sturdy oak tables was only a dwarf’s width away from one another. Each table was broad enough to hold up to twelve people crammed around, though there were only six chairs at set each, thus to staff more chairs one would have to take from the other tables. For those desiring a more private conversation, at the far left of the room there was a single secluded table concealed within a solid oak open topped booth that could comfortably seat four people.

As the entry of light was restricted by the use of thick, purple glass that passed as windows, the majority of the light emerged from the lanterns dotted around the room, hanging up from the beams and fixed into place with makeshift containers. There were, of course tell tail scorch marks on the ground and work surfaces, though it added to the charm as it was mostly surface scuff. The more dwarf of mind simply considered the owner a cheapskate that wouldn’t fix something that had yet to break. As a result, though it might have had refinement in the past, it was very much a latern lit worn down venue with a glowing atmosphere.

Oh, and there’s bedrooms upstairs, as most taverns made some revenue that way. Though that being said, any action that would violate the pg-13 guidelines isn’t acceptable here, so keep ya mind out of the gutter, this is a roleplaying forum, not 50 shades of grey!

With that he waited for his first customer of the day, a long stool step-up stool under the bench allowed him to stand tall, clad in a checked white and grey shirt and sleeveless overcoat to look more formal, his fingers gently drummed on the table as his mind dwelled on memories, both distant and present like the sun tickling through a silk curtain, distant and somewhat dull in his mind yet hued in a pleasant shade that made passing the time a less excruciating experience.

[Alice]

ALICE shaman 1 fortunetelling 1 pharmacist 1

100% HP 100% MP 100% ST

The heavy door of the bar creaked open as Alice pushed it in with curiosity and hesitation, never once setting foot in a real bar during her life in the real world since she was severely underaged, but why the heck not, she was in a game right now anyways. There were no such things as age restrictions now in this world, or so she thought. Or well, hoped. There was no sort of bouncer outside, so hopefully it was alright for her to enter, at least, what's the worst that could happen if she were to be thrown out anyways, right? Not like fighting was allowed in the city, or she guessed. If things hadn't changed much in the game than as it was before the expansion, then fighting shouldn't be allowed.

Quickly surveying the well-furnished bar brought the fact that it was, in fact, very desolate. Much more than Alice had originally thought. Sure, she was there alone out of curiosity and isolation, but she also didn't think that a bar in London, of all places, would be as bare as this was. Perhaps the bar had just opened and she was its very first customer? Perhaps. Though, the furniture of the bar did greatly interest her. One could immediately tell that it was, in a way, a path back to nature with alcohol in hand, with the oak counter running its way in a powerful manner, at least in Alice's opinion. The lighting of the bar itself also spoke out to Alice. The dim lighting conveys a message of discreetness, of a comfortable feel that embraces lonely adventurers who are in the dark and would just like some time to think while no one else is watching them. It was a nice place to be, or so she thought, especially since she was confused at the state she should go at the world right now herself.

Thus, she sat herself down on the counter, sighing and then staring at open space. Now that she was here, as her resolve had gotten her, she was unsure of what to do. She had never been in a bar before in real life, and thus did not know how much alcohol she could handle or what one of them even tastes like. Her parents had been overbearing and overprotective, and of course would not let a sweet child like Allison to taste the devil's drink (at least that was they called it), but she was curious. And if she was curious, then she had to absolutely try it.

Now that there were no parents, Alice was definitely free to try whatever her heart desired. She gave a small smile at this realization, the fun was finally going to start. She looked over to the dwarf (who was apparently the sole owner of the bar, as there was no one else in there and he was someone with a dapper suit) and then gave out her order as seemingly natural as possible, "One beer please." she didn't want to be seen as someone who had never drank alcohol in her life, after all.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT:

• Starter Cloth Armor.
• Starter Short Bow.
• Quiver filled with arrows.

ABILITIES USED: N/A.

TAGS: Tobin

WORDS: 528

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[Tobin]

(OOC: This was my inspiration for the song coming into the thread. Admitively probably sang as well.  Oh, and the misspellings in the speech is intentional. It's his call card Alice .)

Word Count: 589

"Ohhh misty eye, of the mountain below, keep careful watch of my brothers souls, and should the sky be filled with fire and smoke, keep watching over this tavern old."

Often to pass the time in this hour the dwarf would sing of the old world, his lighter Irish lute carried through strongly in this tune in particular as he cleaned the glass with his white cloth. Often the late mornings were the boring times, as often the adventurers will had left and the Landers would all have shaken out the cobwebs for the next day. Aside from the lander staff, he was alone and bored, the bronze coin bearing the Acyen guild seal was his only companion as he flicked it around, the warmth of the bronze amplified by the flame.

"If this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together, watch the flame climb higher, into the night, watch the flames burn on and on, the mountains si-"

Tobin paused as the doors were pushed open, it was hard to notice the great big oak slabs be pushed open as was tradition in older bars. A big grin played on the stocky bipeds face as he turned, his checkered white and grey shirt seemed to glow a fine orenge as he adjusted his well-groomed beard. As an immediate habit the broad biped slipped back into his gruffer, heavy northern accent that served as a crude dwarf accent.

"Howdy strangar! Welcom' ta tha' Kiss lassie! Ya be a bit earleh ta parteh, or late dependin' on the perspective."

The dwarf gave a short sharp laugh as he continued to clean, the dwarf's gaze flickered as he gave his guest the quick once over. A lass and a young one by appearances, though looks of the avatar were deceiving within the confines of this new reality. As such he couldn't really quote drinking laws.

"A beer? Certainleh, I think I might hav' the right one fa ya 'ere."

The dwarf turned as he flicked a pint glass into his palm to slam it under the glass tap with procision, a firm tug of the tap disgorged the clear brown fluid into the glass. The dwarf wasn't a huge lover of beer, though most people gravitated to it. Due to the darkness of the liquid though the dwarf had a playful idea as he used a little sleight of hand to slip in a singular coin into the fluid to rest at the bottom as the foam formed, after which he passed the beverage to the lass whom hopefully remained unaware. It was a playful trick that Tobin had learnt from the few times he had studied history and one he would inform her of if she drank to the bottom of the sturdy beaker..

-Alright, lets see how much she knows about history.-

" 'ere ya go patchy, let me know if ya lik' or want somethin' different. Now tha' I think 'bout it, not seen ya faces 'round these parts befor'."

The dwarf gave a shuddering chuckle as he rambled, he normally did like to entertain idle conversation. Afterwards let her drink a little, some patrons needed that quiet time to drink though Tobin couldn't help but eye up the patch with a vague curiosity. Eventually he broke his silence to ask about the elephant in the room

"Tha' a old battle wound or ya just wearin' tha' fa kicks?"

A characteristic chuckle accompanied that query, at this time of day the lack of distractions were telling.

[Alice]

ALICE shaman 1 fortunetelling 1 pharmacist 1

100% HP 100% MP 100% ST

Oh, had the dwarf been singing before she had arrived here? Alice hadn't realized until she heard the abrupt endings of a hoarse song, which she admitted, was quite nice to hear in the sense it was full of glee. Perhaps something she didn't expect to find in a bar, of all places, but at the very least it spoke out to her that the bartender there was welcoming to all sorts of people. She was able to spy a lute as she entered in the dwarf's hands, but that was something that she waved away for now. Though, she did give a nod of apology for interrupting the bartender, something that she felt no one would be comfortable with anyways. She knew she would be pretty pissed if someone were to interrupt her as well.

However, from the welcome that the dwarf gave her, Alice had to blink to understand the excitement that the dwarf was introducing her to. Once more, she never expected such excitement from a bar. She would have thought that bars were solemn places, where depressed people would hunch over the oak counter and then spill everything that they have encountered to the listening bartender, though with Alice's introverted personality, perhaps it would be the other way around this time. She gave a small smile in return, though didn't say anything back as an introduction as Alice didn't feel the need to, she was sure that the bartender would understand what she meant.

The bartender did certainly have beer, as Alice would have guessed if not she would have truly questioned the credibility of the bar. She watched as the dwarf took out a bottle of beer and then poured the dark liquid into a glass. Though Alice wouldn't openly admit it to anyone in particular later on, she was truly fascinated by how the liquid flowed into the bar's glass, as if it had been meant to in the first place. She watched as the dark alcohol assembled itself, forming foam at the top of the glass, just reaching the edges. Alice gulped, nervous of what the taste would be like. She couldn't have asked her parents, none of her friends had told her. So... Well...

When the bartender had given her the glass, she was intently analyzing it before the dwarf began to give ramble on and... Give her a nickname. 'Patchy'. Though Alice was taken aback, she felt that she truly should have expected someone to point it out at some point, and perhaps this time in the bar was a good enough time that she could have found. When the dwarf pointed out that he had never seen her around before, Alice shook her head as an indication that she was new to this place anyways. Finally, she placed a hand around the cold glass of alcohol, not seeing the coin that the dwarf had cleverly placed into her glass, and took a sip. The taste was definitely bitter, very different than what she had expected but at the same time, it was... alright. She took another swig.

"Just for kicks." Alice answered bluntly as she lowered the glass once more when the dwarf asked her the question, "It was something I gave an accessory to my avatar when I created her, and for some reason I can see out of this eye even with the eyepatch," she said, pointing to her left eye, "Perhaps it's because the eyepatch isn't truly real." she shrugged, drinking once more from the glass.

Then she tasted the odd tang of metal, and she frowned. Lifting the glass, she finally saw the strange coin that the dwarf had placed in. Still frowning, she lifted the coin from the glass and then showed it to the dwarf, implying an explanation.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT:

• Starter Cloth Armor.
• Starter Short Bow.
• Quiver filled with arrows.

ABILITIES USED: N/A.

TAGS: Tobin

WORDS: 640

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[Tobin]

Word count: 679

A curious eyebrow rose from the Bartender as his hand waved over the patched eye, followed by a slight shrug and a nod before he gave a slight shrug and an nod of acknowledgement. She had been fairly quiet up to the point of asking the patch, it was unusual for him to encounter someone so reserved, though compared to his usual company it wasn't unwelcome. Rather, Tobin took it as a challenge to entertain.

"Ahh? Ya can't get a bettur reason than tha' I guess. Ahahah."

With that the polite thing was done and he allowed the young lady to finish her drink without interruption. Though his gaze was generally checking around the bar, his gaze would occasionally flick back to the tankard. It wasn't long however before the artefact was found as the dwarf began to clean yet another glass, his eyebrow rose as he set the glass and cloth aside, before in a sweeping geasture he would grasp both her hand and the coin in a firm handshake with a roaring laughter.

"Welcom' ta tha naveh lassie!"

Perhaps a tad too loud as he gave one, two, three shakes of the hand before he released her, the Sharman’s empty tankard swept up to rest in the mildly soapy water, before he started to clean that again. Naturally the stocky man had intended on telling once the joke was up.

"Or least ya would have been between 16th and 19th centuries, no one wanted ta be in tha' naveh in those days so they sent out press gangs to bring in ya new recruitment. Wha they wuldha done would is buy a drink for a fella, slip a crown coin in tha brew and when they drank ta tha bottom, they would take the crown coin 'n' in doing so, plague their loyalty to the crown. Then tha poor sod would be dragged on a Navy vessel as a "loyal servant" and probably won't be seen again, at least fa some years."

The dwarf gave a light wink as he chuckled, before he upturned the tankard for her to see through it, peering through the base like a redicously oversized monocule.

"Naturalleh, the bar's got fedup oaf the navy stealin' their patrons, so they made thar beckers glass bottomed so tha' ya could see the coin in thar' and know not ta be touchn' that. Hence where the phras' "Bottoms Up" comes from, ya check befor ya drink. Who said tha bar can't be educational?"

With that he set the tankard down and leant against the back counter. Now that he had stepped off the stool that ran under the length of the bar so that if it wasn't apparent before, it was apprent now that though he was tall for a dwarf, he was still most likely one of the shortest people in the land. The dwarf paused momentarily as a thought crossed his mind and he took a fresh glass and lain down a fresh cloth and pulled some ice from one of the fridges, which he pulverised with the flat of his with a few loud crunches and poured into the glass. To that he added 1 part amereto liqueur, 1 part vodka and 8 parts pineapple juice. In all honesty he didn't know what a ounce was, but the ratios looked roughly consistent by eye. With a quick stir and a dash of grenadine syrup and taking the moment to take a pineapple slice that he had chilled earlier, Dwarf passed the glass across.

"A pink panther, I figured ya might hav' mor' of a sweet tongue? If not, I won't charg' ya fa tha'." He gave another little laugh as he sat down "Tha names Tobin Stride by the way, master of liquid's, lord of tha' parteh, that noble fella who outdrank four of tha' strongest players on the servar, at cha service."

Yes, Tobin still went on about that when none of them were around and no, not even he could remember what happened that night. It didn't stop the bullshit engine by any means though.

[Alice]

ALICE shaman 1 fortunetelling 1 pharmacist 1

100% HP 100% MP 100% ST

Alice was at a complete loss as the bartender began to roar in laughter at her plight with the coin. She truly didn't understand what all the fuss was about and had been completely shocked when he... 'welcomed her to the navy'? Her mind had been going on a whirl as he began to spout all that about the navies in the 18th and 1th century... Wait, "Are you talking about the history of our real world?" she asked bluntly, eyeing the dwarf with her free eye, "Or the lore of the world we are currently in?"

After the lecture from the dwarf, Alice stared at the coin. So it was used to draft young, naive men into the armies, eh? "Does this mean I'm a part of whatever navy this is?" she asked quite curiously and naively as well, though she had a matter of her allegiances that she still had to figure out (if she were to join whoever she had met earlier in the forest, that is), it probably wouldn't be so bad to join a navy. Perhaps, it might be fun, seeing as she may as well jump ranks and then take control of the navy for her own purposes.

That would be a lot of entertainment.

Alice did nod, however, when the dwarf continued with his education about 'bottoms up', though she was a bit stuck in her own thoughts about world domination at the time. Although she felt a bit bad to tune out the talking dwarf, he did eventually leave to mix a drink for an invisible patron, or so Alice thought. She didn't order another drink, so unless bartenders are allowed to drink during work hours, or there was a ghost beside her that she did not recognize with just her naked eyes.

Oh, but she was wrong, however, when the dwarf instead passed the glass to her than to the empty seat beside her. She lifted an eyebrow to signify her confusion until the dwarf explained his intentions to her, though towards his assumption of her having a sweet tongue, she replied, "I don't know," and stared at the drink. As the dwarf introduced himself to her, Alice couldn't help but smile a little when she heard that he had outdrank the strongest players in the server, he was definitely someone that she would want to be friends with at that point, perhaps he was strong in other areas as well.

Though she didn't know if she wanted to introduce herself with her real username. Should she? Would anonymity grant her recluse in this server? Nah, as if, people could easily see her real usernames anyways. You know what, why the hell not. Creating a reputation for herself from this early on couldn't hurt at all, especially since a bartender could easily spread rumors to the other patrons as well, and they would hear about her nonetheless.

"Alice, just Alice." she said, and then downed the drink in one go, tasting the sweet and burning nectar as it passed down her throat. She smirked lopsidedly, obviously that had been a bad idea.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT:

• Starter Cloth Armor.
• Starter Short Bow.
• Quiver filled with arrows.

ABILITIES USED: N/A.

TAGS: Tobin

WORDS: 521

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[Tobin]

(OOC: Sorry for taking so long to reply. Had multiple thread posts to start. Just a short one, to allow Alice to have some questions of her own. Also expecting others to arrive soonish, hope I have been entertaining enough in the meantime!)
Word Count: 367

The dwarf gave a hearty chuckle as she cut him short, at least this young lass was as sharp as broken glass. An interesting quality to have in a person.

"Ahahah! Aye, did cha mistaken me fa a borin' landar then?" He then scratched the back of his head with a nervious chuckle as he felt the sharp gaze of the two other bartenders burn into him. "Ermm... Well ya, no such naveh 'ere, yet anyway. Adventurers still too buseh tryin' ta claim Sheffield from further up north."

Then the rest of the ramble followed with his characteristic enthusiasm, though it had occurred to him that the lass were much less interested in what he had to say. It was hard being a lore giver in a world that he himself was still learning every day. Yet he figured it wasn't the tales that she was after, but to experiment with the drinks! And so with the flurrish the beverage had been produced and lain down as previously described. With a quiet nod he let her digest the question and later the drink. It did bring a simple joy to finally get a laugh out of the girl and he showed that through the broadening of the grin.

"Ah crickeh, didn't think ya had it in ya. T'at was meant ta be a slow drink." By now it was obivous that he found a lot of things amusing, as the deep rumbling came from his barrel chest it seemed many things amused this fellow. "In aneh case, tis a pleasure ta meet ya Alice. I lik'ta formidity of askin', rathar den just peekin'."

With that the sharp blue gaze flicked to the door as he heard faint voices from outside, would they be potential customers? Would he ramble on about something else or feed her information? Nay, the best person to ask questions would be Alice, that part he couldn't do for her. Though any question she would ask from now until more customers joined, he would be more than happy to answer.

"So, wha' cha wanna really know about tis world? Ya could say I'm ta closest thing ta bein' a information broker at tis time."

[Ludo]

Ludo slinks up against the side of the building as he tries to open the door. He fidgets with the handle as numbers continue to flow through his mind after a long day of bookkeeping. He sleepily opens the door and stumbles into the pub. As he goes past a table, his foot gets caught behind a chair causing Ludo falls flat on his face and the chair to screech across the floor. “Owe, I am awake.”
Ludo stands up and looks around, noticing the mighty dwarf, the two barkeeps, and cute girl with an eye patch and tattoos. “Oh” rubs backs of head “I am sorry for the noise. “ Fixes the chair, and heads for the bar. Sits down on a stool, wobbles a little. “Woo, can I get a drink and a bowl of stew? And also get those two refills if they want on my bill as a way of apologizing for the disturbance.”

When Ludo gets his drink he raises to the Dwarf and Girl. “Sorry” then chugs the drink. “Ah that burns so good.” *Coughs a little bit* ‘Not the best idea I have had.’
Pulls out paper and inked quill; and prepares to write down anything he hears of interest to him.
Looks at the barkeep that brought his drink, what was that drink.
When he hears the name he writes it down.

WC:230

[Dantès]

WC - 504

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I'm going on an adventure! ❤ The Australian Kiss eh? There was a smile on the young mans face as a 'tee hee' echoed in his mind. The joke was not lost on him, in fact it was simple things like this that reminded him of home. Clearly the owner of the bar had a rather good sense of humor- that was something that interested him greatly. Everyone knew that you went to a tavern for entertainment or to be entertained. That was why he was here, to find something to do with his day as he found the idea of going out into the great woods alone to be rather boring. Pushing the doors wide open, the young mans appearance would not be out of the ordinary in this game. A feathered captains hat sat upon his head- the rest of his dress was in a stereotypical pirate fashion with a coat on that belonged to someone who fancied themselves a captain. Immediately the smells of the tavern rushed to greet him and he was taken back to the other world if only for a moment. The owner did well to capture familiar feelings with the decor of this place. Scanning the room slowly- Dantès examined each patron carefully to get a feel for the atmosphere of the tavern. One seemed to be writing something with a quill, the other seemed to be asking a dwarf questions. This gave the young man pause as his eyes lingered on the dwarf. His eyes did not decieve him- when this was a game the race wasn't even all that popular. To see one here and now in the flesh was quite a rare thing indeed. "Hmm." he said aloud as he brought his hand up to his chin in thought. Deciding that he was going to put himself down next to the woman with an eye patch- Dantès moved towards the bar with confidence. He had quite the swagger in his step as if he was showing off for the world to see. Once he had crossed the room he would take his place upon a bar stool and rest his head in one hand. Of course Dantès was a patient and well mannered individual so he would wait until the woman and the dwarf finished speaking before interjecting his own thoughts. Then two words immediately piqued his interest- information broker. This was exactly what he needed as Dantès had no real clue where to start in this world. Drumming his fingers on the table like a nervous habit he put on a smile and gently cleared his throat. "If I might interupt, perhaps you might assist me then. I am seeking a bit of information myself. You see, I am working on an epic and I need to know where to go in search of the best stories." he said with a roguish grin. Extending a hand towards the dwarf, then the woman, he chuckled at his boldness. "The names Dantès." he said rather proudly as he bowed his head. Embers ★

[Tobin]

(OOC: Sorry for taking so long, I ended up getting quite preoccupied. XD It also occurred to me that I have few genuinely epic tales to tell. It’s actually really depressing. XD)

Word Count: 668

“Howdeh Stranger.”

The first fellow that came in drew a slight rise of the eyebrow, unlike many of the prior guests he seemed to be inherently clumsy, a fact evidenced a navigation capability with more parrels to the titanic then a person walking. Though then as the dwarf blinked at the screehing of chairs, he seemed to brush it off, after all after serving @dindeen, @elkied once anything else had seemed rather trivial in comparison.

“Rightio mateh, one mo.”

The dwarf quite simply passed the order down the line and turned his attention to the drink, to that he set down one highball glass and set in a couple of cubes, then two parts gin was poured over the ice to serve as the alcoholic base, then 1 part sparkling tonic water. A singular Ice cube was added to provide a chill and a wedge of was cut and dropped into the glass to finish the cocktail.

“One Gin ‘n’ Tonic served in a highball glass”

The stew was served up soon after, pretty standard service, though the Dwarf felt less obliged to speak to him as he seemed rather busy with his notepad. Curious fellow, recording random things, but then dwarf was the kind of fellow in that weirdness bursts of passion was present in his very nature.

The next fellow that came made the dwarf’s throat rumble In a hearty chuckle, so much so that he dispensed with normal protocol to address this fellow. A good to honest pirate was a sight that Tobin hadn’t seen in his prolonged stay in this game before!

“Yahaaa me matey, ya be lookin’ fa a drink oar a place ta rest ya peg leg. I be Tobin Stryder, Lord of the fluids 'n' iron dwarf of London.”

A characteristic wink accompanied the greeting, though this patron spoke it was apparent to the squat fellow that the priate saught different seas then that of the alcoholic kind, he saught to sail the sea of knowledge. Again his throat rumbled with a chuckle, already he found himself beginning to like this fellow.

“Well, depends wha’ tales ya lookin’ to tell. As fur as seeking stories ‘re concerned, fewer places ‘re better than in ta field. Though I hav’ a few tales tha’ may be of interest to ya if you hav’ time ‘ear them out. Will ya be wantin’ any drink in particular furst though? Normalleh I find a gewd drink makes digestion tha’ bit more pleasant.”

The Dwarf let an eyebrow rise as the question hung, if there was an order that he would allow his hands to work his magic as he spoke, though otherwise he was more than content to fold his arms and rest his weight upon the counter that separated the bartender from the customers.

“In aneh case, Avon tis probably the city of tales, the land has only recentleh been discovered beyond-a Serum and tales of dark magic go on ther’. Though there be plenteh of places ta go between ‘ere ‘n’ ther’, nuffin’ truer then ya own adventurers.”

The dwarf paused as he stroked his beard, now that he thought about it, he had a few tales of his own to tell though due to the application of string theory, some of those tales had yet to reach the end of their thread-

-GOD DAMN IT AUTHOR, I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT JOKE-

“Though if ya wishin’ ta ‘ere a few tales, I am willin’ to tell them. I hav’ a few, ta tell of the drink down in Lands End, of tha’ of the strongest level 1 projectile, ta Endless Tide, or perhaps tha’ of ta Black Lagoon. Entireh ya choice.”

The issue was with telling tells was that Dwarf had to know the conclusion. Just most of his greatest accomplishments, includin’ the slaying of Stonehenge and the Phantom train, just simply couldn’t be told yet. Hopefully he would be able to satisfy the jolly swagtastic fellows’ questions for the time being.

[Dantès]

WC - 423

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I'm going on an adventure! ❤ The Dwarf seemed like a lively fellow, a laugh could tell you a lot about a person. It seemed like he too was amongst the people who were simply trying to get by in this world and live it rather than waste time wondering why. A smirk spread across his lips as he let his arm fall upon the counter. "Ya know, a place for my peg leg does not sound too bad, actually." he said with a laugh. Now all he needed was a drink and today was off to a rather good start. "In fact, a place to rest my leg and some rum might not hurt at all." he added. He had the gold for a drink- but he was also a newbie adventurer so that was about it thus far. He could tell already that the exchange between him and the dwarf was going to be pleasant. He had an ability to see into peoples souls as he described it. A load of nonsense really- he was simply good at reading expressions and body movements. The name was quite a mouthful with the titles included, though the first one made him laugh rather loudly. "I only hope by Lord of the Fluids it only pertains to your business here. Or perhaps it was a nickname earned from drinking?" he mused aloud. Snapping back to reality, he laughed it off as he had a habit of thinking aloud.  Dantès was here all of five minutes and he was making friends already- how lovely. The city of Avon, he would make a mental note of that. The City of Tales sounded like a lovely name to one such as him- a man who loved threatre. "That is a helpful lead, cheers!" he said with a grin. Wow, so he wouldn't have to work the crowd or perform this time to get someone talking. He only even found out about this place while performing for some drunken idiots on the street. It did not take him long to choose a tale as the idea of a level one projectile being hailed as strong sounded like a load of bollocks. Yet that was the sort of tale he was interested in- the ones that sounded like rubbish but held your attention as if they were ground breaking news. "I have time for all of them, of course, but if you would I should like to hear the one about this mighty projectile. Sounds too good to be true." he said with a laugh. Embers ★

[Tobin]

(OOC: I'm sorry, the number of threads I am in and my responsability is overwheming. XD Feel free to be fishing for multiple threads to be in!)

WC: 631
The rum itself required no particular special preparation, a single uncorking of the chilled bottle taken from the fridge and a filling of the glass was all that was needed. Yet the rum was full of flavour, an exotic cinnamon spice had resided under the strong taste of the wood accented alcohol giving it a surprisingly uplifting flavour, clearly it was a product made from a skilled brewer such as himself.

"Aye, tis no worreh, I would nevar charge a customar fa a location of a city, though ye be takin' care of yaself if ya evar go thure. I hear tha' mobs are easpiceally deadly down tha' away. So ya might need ta explore bit closar ta home first." Tobin gave a nod and a smile, before he continued about his title

"Ahahahah! Aye, well, lets just say tha' I once drank four of ta greatest heroes in tis land. As I were low levelled, I simply strode in the middle of the drinkin' game, made their aquentance width tis boomin' accent 'n' just slid inta their drunkin' game. By ta end of the night there were onleh I tha' stood, tis wasn't a widely known fact tha' brewers couldn't be affected by alcohol in them days" The dwarf gave a booming laughter and a wink, unlike most tales this was entirely the truth though he omitted the fact that one other brewer had survived the drinking session. It didn't quite sound as impressive to leave Elkeid in though. "Ask Kumori, Caer, Oxford or tha' Ice Bitch, they knuw et ta be true. Thus I became lord of ta drink fa tha' night. Tha' former three in particular are among ta strongest players in tis server" The dwarf turned to clean a mug, already he had given one tale from his long 'n' winding saga, and it wasn't even one that the bard had asked for!


"Tha' tale of ta level one projectile tis all true man. Tis was when I were a low leveller lik' ya self, tis was mah second time meetin' ta lass Caer, ta strongest player in the server. Our task be simple, we simply had ta get two of each animal fa some up 'n' comin' farmers ta start up. Tis quest started out perfectleh normal, we got bunnehs without too much worry-"

-You got mauled by them dwarf.-

-Shut up author-

"-Tis was when the boars that et happened, A pack of six weasel s turned up, nasteh creatures they were, level 30 or highur and they closed round us. Tis were lookin' crim, as ta lass was onleh level sixty then, so wha' ya think happened?"

The dwarf gave pause to his captive audience, both of his busy eyebrows rose as he geastured to everyone around the counter. Then, after suitable time had passed, the dwarf gave a wink.

“She picked me up ‘n’ tossed meh at the sods! In the first fling alone three mobs fell, ‘n’ another three fell as she swung hur blade true, I went from level 1 ta 13 in tha’ instinece, it were a glorious day. Best oaf all I surved! Like a tankard of bad ale oar a rash, I dun’t go away tat easy. Ahahaha!” The dwarf gave a great laugh, well, the throwing was true. But it was one level 44 weasel and he had been forced to flee after harming it significantly, plus it had almost kill him. With that he chuckled and sent a friend request to the fella, regardless whether he believed him or not tis was enough to listen to his tale to entertain him

“If ya a fella inta doin’ some tale spreadin’, then ‘eres mah contact address, there anything else ya be wantin’ ta hear? Or find out.”

[Dantès]

Sorry for the late reply. Computer sort of went nuclear. Wc - 423

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I'm going on an adventure! ❤ The mention of higher level monsters did not worry him too badly. Looking at his level though he did have to admit he needed some work. Months into the this nonsense and he had spent more time talking to people than he did furthering his own abilities. Was he even cut out for being an adventurer? Maybe not but then he would never gain the tales he needed to write his novel.  "I suppose I should show a bit more concern on raising my skill levels." he said with a chuckle. Taking the mug of rum he took a long drink from it- he could definitely hold his own as well. This fellow had many things he could share with Dantès, he could just feel it. His pleasant grin lingered as he listened to the deeds of the Dwarf- they were often grand in most games. If everything he was hearing was true it gave courage to the boy. In this world they could do or become anything and nothing could stop them. Even death was not an obstacle any more which made him wonder if there was a point. Before he could comment on the drinking game however the true story had begun.  Dantès leaned forward in his seat as he listened, absolutely captivated. Stories were his life, this dwarf was doing much to ease his mind without knowing it. "S-she threw you at the weasels? You were the projectile?!" he asked with a loud and hearty laugh. His hand rest upon his stomach as he threatened to be consumed by his fit of laughter. Tears came to his eyes which he wiped away with his sleeve. "If I take anything away from this it is this; Dwarves can be used as a battering ram in case of emergency." he said with a smirk. Even though it was short, it was to the point and quite an amusing tale. Dantès brought the mug to his lips and drank deep as he pondered his next actions. "Sir dwarf, I would be more than happy to spread these wonderful tales." he said. Dantès took the contact info down and put it into his list. Once he was finished he looked up, a pensive expression present. As far as he knew he got what he was after, good tales, a drink and some decent company. Life was pretty good at the moment all things considered. "Perhaps there is one thing. Where might I go if I were looking to train my skills?" he asked.  Newbies. Embers ★