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Drakonis sits at the bar and still no dragon's ale before him. Hmmmmm well will i leave or will i stay tis a hard question. Drakonis decides to wait a few hours for his ale to arrive.
While sitting there he contemplates all living and dead things. I think its time for me to study again just after i get this dragon ale.

I'm fine nero, really <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
and what about you?
What have we missed out on? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/winkwink.gif" alt="" />

"This bar tender neither answers questions about nor serves his ale," Glance A'Lot says to Drakonis sitting next to him at the bar. "Lousy service - I think we should fire him, and confiscate the ale."

He grabs two 5-gallon mugs from the rack and fills them himself, passes one to Drakonis, and takes a hefty gulp from his own.

A gigantic burp erupts from his stomach. "Not half bad this ale - at least the dwarf knows his brewing!"

I am a bit suspicious of our newly hired bartender.

He is after all a Womble and he does work with ‘Night Soil’. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/suspicion.gif" alt="" />

What did he mix in that drink of mine that made me so sick? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ouch.gif" alt="" />
I wonder, hummmmm? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/think.gif" alt="" />


Fafnir <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/badsmile2.gif" alt="" />

I've allready told you! It was poison! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/memad.gif" alt="" />

Übereil

*Shantara and Ubereil are sitting (well one sitting and one floating) in their
secret hiding place talking*

I know you told Fafnir what made him so sick Ubereil, but chances are he didn't
understand you because he keeps skipping Dragon Class. I heard Kiya getting on to
him and telling him that he had better stop it.

Wonder when that little Dragon is going to wise up and listen to his elders? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

About when they start threatening about pulling in his student grant...

Übereil

Obviously Fafnir had never heard of drinks for the undead. You learn what they like pretty quickly after having to work in a crypt bar for 2 years. I needed the money though. The undeaad were'nt much for conversation apart from this floating skull here. He never seemed to shut up!

I dusted myself off from Glancealot's massive belch which had incedentally scorched the ceiling and re-filled his mug which he impatiently rapped on the bar.

How that dragon managed to fit on that barstool I have no idea...

I've never been in a undea bar... And I never drink, I've never been drinking, so I can't blame my lack of rememberance on that either...

Übereil

womble, poor me a nice dragon ale please <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
My troath is as dry as a desert, so it seems.

Maybe its because I have the hiccups, and that stupid fire comes out of my mouth after each hiccup... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/eek.gif" alt="" />

*hiccup!*

Not again <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/puppyeyes.gif" alt="" />
I hope I didn't set anything on fire <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/silly.gif" alt="" />

Gaaah! My eyebrows! Well at least it wasn't the beard... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />

Here young dragon, take this hiccup cure. Quick! (and a beer)

Fafnir, be careful and play safe *thinks Shantara as she slips out the entrance
to the lair*

Only the beer will be cure enough <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
Thank you <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" />

In some forgotten corner of the wilderness, there stands a shack. No one has seen or heard from this shack in a very long time. A cat, curious as to what food may lie inside, nuzzles the door open and wanders into...

The Little Dragon Lair!


Just thought I'd do some thread resurection... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

"Somewhere in a pile of old pizzas and newspapres, something moves..."

Übereil

yay, it lives! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wave.gif" alt="" />

No, it doesn't! That's the whole polint of being undead !

Übereil

Shan is playing around in the woods when she hears the door to the old shack
squeak on its rusted hinges. Curious to see who or what just went inside she
runs over to one of the shack's dirty windows and peeks inside. After a few
moments she sees the kitty sniffing at the trash piled up in a long forgotten
corner........

I loved this thread Hands. I hope other people are interested in seeing it
revived too. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Shan <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

Poking around in the trash, the Hand-E-Food finds something of interest. He grabs hold and pulls with all his might. Out pops... a buffet! This glorious buffet has roast chicken, roast beef, roast pork, roast duck, dumplings, yorkshire puddings, rice, noodles, chips, french fries, hash browns, potatoe cakes, garden salad, Caesar salad, potatoe salad, pasta salad, fresh vegetables, fresh fruit, mashed fruit, pancakes, maple syrup, icecream, tiramisu, cheesecake, apple pie, and many other foods trailing off over the horizon. There's even a infinite tower of plates, bowls and cutlery that rises out of the buffet's surface, but always sits nicely and hand-height.

Hand-E-Food jumps up onto the buffet, straight past the plates and begins chowing into the chicken.

A huge loud booming sound from outside is heard. Ub opens the door, and Lews drives up in his super huge big SUV, sucking up gas, with its huge speaker system heard for miles around. The hydrolics make it go up and down. Surpsingly, Mozart is being played.

Lews jumps out of his 'thing' and, cracking his neck, walks into the lair's doors.

"Hey, how is everybody. I think I left some stuff here, in my room upstairs.... yeah."

Lews walks up the grand staircase, checks his room, throws his duffel bag in, and then slides down the rail of the staircase.

"I smell food!"

He then goes over and burries his face in a Dragon Potatoe. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/rolleyes.gif" alt="" />