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Old 10-24-2001, 04:22 AM   #1
250
Horus - Egyptian Sky God
 

Join Date: March 4, 2001
Location: either CA or MO
Age: 42
Posts: 2,674
Sunnyvile is a place of friends, rejoice and laughters. Great stories of adventure and intimacy love tales are told while some of the best mead are served around the bar room. The place is carefully kept, as clean as possible, despit there are constantly drunk patrons.

The bar owner sits in his own room, taking a break from last night busy work. Two young barmaids are chatting quietly near the bar table, occasionally slip couple girlish gigles. As you walk in, you see a sign hanging up on the wall to your left hand:

Welcome to Sunnyvile

We offer you:



Winter Mead: Control anger, delay is the key
Fire Mead: This will kill ya
Elven Mead: We can all live in peace
Ziroish Ale: Meow
One-hit-Ale: Special offer!
and: all other beverages


and numerous signs hanging on your right hand, a quickglancing showed:


"Humor is in the belly of the laughters"

--------------------------------------------Yorick the Wanderer


Wine has drowned more men than the sea.

Several tables are occupied, but many are empty. The far right corner sits a man dressed in full plate. Neatly decorated, the plate shins on its own. The human is at about his mid forties, black-grey mixed long beard shows proudly under his chin. His helmet is removed, on his left hand side, right hand holding a cup of mead, drinking by himself. A giant sword lean next to him, within his grasp's range. There is a symbol of flying Osprey Eagle on the hilt, indicating this man is a member of the Crown Guard.

A dwarf's scream caught you attention: "ye darn fooled orc-brainer!" To which his halfling companion poked the dwarf's arm indicating that his volumn had disturbed the others in the room, the dwarf slam his mead against the table once, grunted then resumed a low whisper conversation with the halfling. The halfling eyed you with more than passing interest for a while, then turned back to the dwarf.

A poorly dressed little sat by herself, sobbing.

OOC:
the inn is built in the Goriffen Dale (GD for short), in the land of Imperial West (IW for short ) based on Forgotten Realm, everyone is welcome to participate to design the plot and move the story. I volunteer to serve as DM (not much experience, but a start nontheless) I will be fair and fun but don't start spamming and flaming. Lame posts will be removed (Moderators please help here ) no discussions here, all posts must be made in character. You can use OOC or **blah blah blah**

Do NOT design moves for other player controled characters
good luck, we'll see how things work out!

Last thing
THINK before you post

don't make dumb posts, I'd appreciate it more if you are the players that want to adventure instead of CHIT CHAT!!

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