Come one, come all

[Morgoth]

OOC: This thread begins in a large, interplanr tavern, where by chance or by purpose, the characters find themselves. Characters can be ANYONE. This means thet could be your persona(for example, I would be the Ainur of darkness and would be really scare and evil), or a character(Any character, as well, from futuristic to medieval to ancient, from demon to dragon to human). It'll start off slow, just a warning, but'll pick up a little later.

 

[Morgoth]

By the way, I know my thread ideas suck ass, but I'd like to get at least one response(and this one from myself doesn't count)

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

So, your saying this bar would be the main setting and like space priates and stuff would come through making deals and what not like that bar that Obi Wan takes Luke in the frist Star Wars?

Wouldn't that mean you'd be the main barkeeper guy? Maybe a retired space pirate youself?

 

[IDreamofBunnies]

This smacks of AOL Rhydin heresy. I have the feeling that someone will try to kill any character I make with abbreviations.

 

[fifi]

Come one...

I want to play a red dragon

 

[PoliteSuccubus]

By the way, I know my thread ideas suck ass, but I'd like to get at least one response(and this one from myself doesn't count)

Not so much as sucks ass, but is not well thought out and presented. Which is not the same thing.

 

[Morgoth]

Haha! I have responses! Thanks, Polite, for the advice. I'll keep it in mind. Seriously! Why are you all looking at me like that?

So, your saying this bar would be the main setting and like space priates and stuff would come through making deals and what not like that bar that Obi Wan takes Luke in the frist Star Wars?

Sorta. It would be the main setting and all sorts of stuff, like space pirates or red dragons or Dark Ainur or anything else can come through. But yeah, basically. And I'll be playing the barkeep, who is a drunken old man. And I'll also have a normal character, as well as others who'll make cameo appearances.

This smacks of AOL Rhydin heresy. I have the feeling that someone will try to kill any character I make with abbreviations

No killing or fighting allowed in the bar. Enforced by elder gods.

I want to play a red dragon

Sounds good.

Finally, don't post character descriptions or anything like that. Just jump on in. I'll begin.

 

[Morgoth]

Ront looked about his beautiful, lovely bar with admiration. Then, he stumbled and fell to the floor, where he found a half-empty tankard of ale. He shrugged and stood, picking it up. He looked at it in his drunken stupor for a moment, then downed it. As a large ogre began to walk by, Ront bellowed out. "Thinkin' abou leavin' without payin, isht ya? Well, no shir! Pay up!" The ogre looked at him bemusedly, then cocked its head. "Had a little too much of your own product? You already asked me for payment when I came in", chuckled the ogre. Ront stood for a minute, staring at the ogre and scratching his head, running through his memory. "Sho I did. My bad. Apologiesh." As the ogre turned to go through the door, Ront called out, "Tell all you friendsh!" The ogre turned his head and smiled back, then walked through the doors and disappeared. "Dag nab it. We need more booze", he said to himself. "Hey! Who wants to go and get us some more booze?" he called out to everyone in the tavern. Morgoth looked at him. "We only need more because you drink half of what you buy!" he stated, then turned back to his conversation with the Easter Bunny. A demon prince went to Ront. "I'll do it. Just give me the money and I'll go get some. I've been here enough to know what you get", he proposed. "Shay, that'sh not a bad idea. Here. Get it quick. We've got paying customersh here", he said, dropping some gold in the demon's outstreched hand. "And don't try pocketing that, either", he exclaimed as the demon too walked out the door. He sighed, looking forlornly at his empty tankard.

 

[chocolate_insanity]

Sitting in the shadows, at the far end of the establishment, furthest from the door, the young traveller had oppertunity to witness all of the fiasco that unfolded before her. She kept well covered from the other partons in the bar. she pick up her tankard and drank the last few drops before, picking herself upto move onto the next, habitable place.

(thats all i could think of sorry.)