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The premise is quite simple, This is Abaddon's Tavern, Its a rowdy afair. You can use magic and all manner of RPG style fighting techniques. Barstools, bottles even a coal scuttle are all at your disposal if you have the imagination to handle them. I will start the fight off and im sure it will run and run... or should that be bash,cut and KABOOM?
Either way, i'll pick on Barta seen as she seems to find my threads first!
*Abaddon places his mug of meade carefully on the bar top. He then steps off his bar stool, picks it up by the legs and charges at Bartha*
~Abaddon~
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*Sees a sudden movement in the corner of her eye, gets a fright and steps backwards.... right onto Ubereil's toes * Oooooooooooooooooooppppppppppppppsssssshhhhhh sowwwrryyyy mate, gheeewwwsss you ugly .... or am i jushht that dwunk?!?!?!?!
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(why only have ONE fight????)
Your existence alone, is excuse enough for the creation of the entire universe… Il you my darling Jeanne-Dré
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*Abaddon places his mug of meade carefully on the bar top. He then steps off his bar stool, picks it up by the legs and charges at Bartha* Barta makes an abrupt turn and avoids Abaddon. She rushes into the kitchen and takes an enormous dish of french fries quite ebullient. She throws the french fries to the head of Abaddon. This one finds them tasty and forgets that he is fighting. Barta takes a frying pan and strikes Abaddon with a good blow. Barta
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(why one indeed <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" /> )
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Reeling from the blow Abaddon topples backwards upturning a table. From behind this vantage point he begins throwing the food off the plates he as just disturbed, one such chicken leg hits Bartha on the ear...
~Abaddon~
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From inside of the hood of Ubereil's cloak you hear a deep voice that sais: "You're just that drunk. And could you please step off my toes? They're skeleton toes, so they break easilly."
Übereil
Brain: an apparatus with which we think we think.
Ambrose Bierce
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Mea hastily puts her cloak back on, before her shiny armor gets stained, and stares morosely at her fruitjuice.
Mea Culpa's Demesne
Note; artwork for Avatar courtesy of NWN and CEP
Old Elven Saying:
"Never say Never if you're gonna live forever!!!"
"I didn't do it, it wasn't my fault"
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Mea hastily puts her cloak back on, before her shiny armor gets stained, and stares morosely at her fruitjuice. Can I join you with the staring? I'm quit excausted with the fight with Nero <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" /> After 5 minutes of staring... Gal get's hit by an empty plate in her neck, (it was used to be full with french fries) <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/suspicion.gif" alt="" /> "Ok, who did this? Can an Elf and a Paladin stare in peace?" She throws the plate back, missed the mirror and hits Kejero right in the eye with it... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/ohh.gif" alt="" /> ...
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*Peering over his blockade abaddon calls out*
"Sorry Elf, i arnt really looking, just let the things fly"
*ducks down and continues to pepper the area around Bartha with napkins and a candlestick*
~Abaddon~
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At this moment the sheriff walked in. He was built as a wall, the attitude of a snake and wasn't afraid to fire his wand draw his sword and ask questions later. He was feared in the entire land. Some people called him ruthless, overly aggressive, a psychopath others the scourge of the criminal mind that had to be applauded. All the women in the land developed a case of weak knees when ever he strolled by. Most people would say he walked into the wrong bar that night but in his mind he couldn't have found a better place to lay down the law. And laying down the law was what he craved ans was good at.
Right after him was his freakishly geekisch pathetic deputy Morbo who went staight to the mens room in a panic. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/silly.gif" alt="" />
Not in the mood for cheese? That excuse has more holes than a slice this fine Gorgombert!
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And I sat in the Corner laughing my balls off........ <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
I like Dwarven Ale.....in a quart glass please.....
[color:"#33cc3"] Jurak'sRunDownShack!Third Member of Off-Topic Posters Defender of the [color:"green"]PIF. [/color] Das Grosse Grüne Ogre!!! [/color]
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janggut the bar butler looks nonchalant as he walks unscathed among the fights towards Jurak's table.
"Sir, your hot tub is ready." the bar butler spoke in butlerian manner. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />
he then walks towards his master, Abbadon, who is neck wrestling with Barta.
"Sir, would u like to have your hot towel now? Would milady want one as well?"
both could not hear him as their ears are full of freedom fries - i mean french fries. pardon my unbutlerian words. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
......a gift from LaFille......
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Morbo exits the mens room (with a pale face) and orders a large ale to drink up some courage. First we drink then we fight.
Not in the mood for cheese? That excuse has more holes than a slice this fine Gorgombert!
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Mea sighs *sigh* *sigh* *sigh* *sigh* and uses her immaculately clean white linen handkerchief to clean up the oily mess from Galadriel's neck, then looks at the handkerchief and sighs once more *sigh* , throwing the said material ruefully in the bin behind the bar, missing the bin completely and ending up on Abadon's balding head instead, where it sort of stuck, covering 1 eye and making actual targeting quite difficult for the poor man.
Mea Culpa's Demesne
Note; artwork for Avatar courtesy of NWN and CEP
Old Elven Saying:
"Never say Never if you're gonna live forever!!!"
"I didn't do it, it wasn't my fault"
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Gal shouts for the butlerian looking butler! "Can you give that hot towel and that hot bathtub to me instead? As you can see that man is happy with his Barta, he seems too busy for a bath."
Gal looks at Mea and the both of them starts staring again. This time we do it in the bathtub, foam is soo relaxating to stare in...
Suddenly, a wind blows by, it's that ugly Morbo with his big teeth. Gal gets up from the tub (hand me a towel Mea, quickly!!) Mea runs for the towel, but she slips and hit her pretty armor to the washbowl, the bowl swings into Morbo's direction (he is still blinded from the sight of a naked elf!) <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/evilgrin1.gif" alt="" /> and the bowl hits Morbo on the ugly head! [color:"orange"] BAM! [/color] Morbo drops dead, and Mea needs to polish her shiny armor again. And I? I'm just drop dead gorgious, as always <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
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Kejero looks at the plate that hit him in the eye and says: "That's not gonna be good for my migraine." Then Kejero says "nocando nocando nocando". Then Kejero goes away to go to bed, and leaves his eye to watch the fight. All in passive sport mood tonight. Where's that pop corn.
Mr Kej, Second Member of the Guild of Off-Topic Posters
*** Visit Aviorn's Inn, my Divine Divinity fansite ***
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After shining up here armor once more *sigh* Mea goes back to the Barstool next to the dropdead gorgeous Elf, to stare, when lo and behold a bobcat jumps in her lap swiftly followed by a coterie of animals that seem to make the place home, ordering a glass of milk and actually getting it (although half empty due to the fact that Ab had trouble pouring with 1 eye) she quietly empties it in to a saucer and lets the cat lick it up.
Mea's eye wanders to the woman that managed to walk in between the menagerie of animals, she appears to be a rather wild looking creature with her hair all over the place, a dress that had seen better days, and boots that looked like they had been chewed on, Mea wonders how a person can be so dishevelled and still walk into a bar. Specially with that floating eye hanging in the middle of the room ... Mea ponders; who is watching us?
Mea Culpa's Demesne
Note; artwork for Avatar courtesy of NWN and CEP
Old Elven Saying:
"Never say Never if you're gonna live forever!!!"
"I didn't do it, it wasn't my fault"
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*stretches out in his bathtub prepared by janggut*
~Abaddon~
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"that young lady most certainly needs the hot tub more than u, master." says the butlerian butler to Abbadon.
"lady paladin, please forgive me for leaving u unattended & to have u do the menial chore that is my responsibility." the butler apologetically & feeling very unbutlerian for being caught offguard in his daily duties.
promptly he takes the armour off Lady Mea's care then smoothly & gently picks up the dropped dead (or so it seems) gorgeous elven lady to her room.
deftly he manages to worm his left hand out of the armour to hand a plate of freshly popped corns to Sir Kejero, bowing to him & says, "kind sir, i shall attend to u shortly after these. please excuse me."
while walking past the greenish gnomish looking alien-like entity designated Morbo, he sighs with regret for not asking the ..... Morbo ... if it is possible to grow yet another arm using alien magicks so he can be a more efficient butler.
"that will have to wait", sighs the butler again.
......a gift from LaFille......
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Oh no, Morbo isn't growing another arm or any limp! He is knocked out by this washing bowl, remember? But maybe, if Morbo IS an aliën, he could still be alive. Well, who cares right? <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/badsmile2.gif" alt="" />
Maybe I should go to the tavern's kitchen and bake a cake for that poor humble butler? He looks like he could use a little extra, poor skinny thing... <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/biggrin.gif" alt="" />
*Gal knocks the chef from his socks, because he refuses to let her in the kitchen.* Meanwhile, Lafille wants to sell me some herbs, but NO WAY!! "I'm not gonna drug that poor butler, why don't you sell them to that green dude? He still thinks he can grow limps..." <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/badsmile2.gif" alt="" />
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The girl's animals have a crazy fun clearing all the floor of the french fries and stuff that now maculate the tavern's floor. As the elven lady so rudely disdained the kind help that the girl wanted to give her for her cake and took her for an evil merchant of some kind, she calls upon the earth to grow poison ivy plants who make the elf stumble and itch a little bit. <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/badsmile2.gif" alt="" /> As she crosses the room to ask the butlerian butler for the hot tub, she stumbles on Jurak, still enjoying the show, who fortunately could catch her to prevent that she falls head over feet; but in the manoeuvre he spills his dwarven ale all over Ubereil's cloak...
LaFille,
Toujours un peu sauvage.
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