Sir Tainly's Irish Bar - Page 6

Legolas · 10-20-2003, 08:22 AM

"I think..." Joram began, only to halt, jump up and look wildly about in a futile effort to discover the source of the applause.
"Who did that!? Ahem. As I was saying..."

The next few minutes were spent in silence, as Snowdale tried to gather what dignity he felt he possessed.

"I think," he began again, daring anyone to make a sound, "It looks a bit like... like one of those demon things, with the... yes, with little arms and... and a head, as they say. It..."

He dug around in his armor for a while until at last he produced triumphantly a worn out red crayon. It was the kind of crayon that made you suspect its owner had 23 more, in various colours, hidden within the creases of his platemail.
Joram wielded it with the grace of one who had, for many years now, always made a point of drawing outside the lines.

The warrior added two eyes and a mouth to the pentagram to prove his point. Then, on a whim, he began extending lines...

-----

A curse echoing through the tower, followed by the rattling of metal plates, and the line continued in blue.

-----

A final clicking sound as an exhausted crayon connected with the wall.

"Well, I... ehr... yes," the knight declared as he stood examining the floor. "I still... Hum. It does look like a demon thing..."

Tancred · 10-20-2003, 11:32 AM

Tancred shivers. "Er... I agree. In fact, I think it's the most horrible thing I've ever seen. Um, can we get rid of it now?"

OOC: Though no-one in the tower really knows this, it might be interesting to note that from where Tancred's standing, Joram's drawing bears an uncanny resemblance to Ronald McDonald.

[ 10-20-2003, 11:36 AM: Message edited by: Tancred ]

Skydracgrrl · 10-20-2003, 08:46 PM

ooc- the sad part is, I actually drew out the shape-thingy to try and get an idea of what it looks like... I am still hopelessly confused, which I believe was the point. [img]smile.gif[/img]

ic- Lyulfe stared at the symbol with an odd expression on his face. He was mostly aghast that he was on the same thinking-level as the other people in the room. Reviewing all the detective stories he had ever read, he made a list of theories in his head (ooc-hehe, it rhymes! [img]smile.gif[/img] ). Lifting a tentative finger, he pokes at specific places in the symbol. "Any secret buttons..." he murmured under his breath. Lyulfe looked up at the others and viewed them with a critical eye. "Well, one of you could go investigate the walls where the points of the diagram, er, point to. And the other could go search the floor for any other symbols. And Karnas, you can shout encouragement to them. Are you sure there isn't anything magical related to this?" The dragon muttered something under his breath about lack of females.

ooc- sorry, just had to insert that "female" comment, seeing as how the main villain seems to be female..

EDIT- oh my Lord! I want my a-cursed green dragon back! *gives new picture a frightened, wide-eyed look*

[ 10-20-2003, 08:49 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]

Legolas · 10-22-2003, 02:42 PM

OOC: Don't worry Skye, so did I

IC: Thinking hard on an excuse not to have to find the solution, Joram was relatively swift to realise he could only succeed if it seemed he was actually doing something. Several minutes later, after empty glances shooting back and forth between the seamless walls of the tower, the brightly coloured lines running across the floor and a fresh crayon in his hand, something of a plan began to take shape.

"The lines," he declared, pointing to the symbol, "appear to... to... well, gather right here, if you will."

Not good enough, find something to do. Quick!

He managed to spread the clearing of his throat out over several dozens of seconds.
"And, ehr, spread out towards the walls."

Think, Joram. Think. For Billy. Billy?

"The... where they stop. Don't stop. No, ehr... they move on. That's right..."

Good job!

He leveled his crayon and charged forwards. At first by himself, then with the aid of Dart he extended the lines as high as the ceiling before tumbling off the bard's shoulders contently.

Skydracgrrl · 11-23-2003, 06:55 PM

ooc- somewhat of a "bump" post, if you will [img]smile.gif[/img]

ic- Lyulfe blinked slowly at Joram, somewhat in shock. As his mind tried to process the spontaneous actions that is Joram, his eyes wandered across the squiggled crayon lines. And he blinked again. "I don't know how, but somehow he solved the riddle..." he said with a mix of awe and disbelief. The dragon pointed a sharp claw at the point where all the crayon lines would converge if they went across the ceiling, and a trapdoor magically appeared into view with a soft "Pop!" "Now the question is, how are we going to get up there... with all of us standing on eachother's shoulders we still wouldn't be able to reach the ceiling..." he drawled.

TAOWolf · 11-29-2003, 02:20 AM

~walks into the bar, and goes to a shadowy corner, waving off the bartender as she lowers the hood of her Warder's Cloak, eyes glowing softly silver as she looks around~

Skydracgrrl · 12-01-2003, 07:15 PM

ooc- hey TAOwolf! ^^ you want an update of what exactly's going on?

Skydracgrrl · 01-05-2004, 02:54 PM

ooc- *ahem* BUMP! [img]smile.gif[/img]

Legolas · 01-29-2004, 06:35 AM

"Ehr..." Joram said, trying to come up with something that just might work.

"Tancred has, ehr... has always been an expert at resolving situations like these. Like that time back in Farsailles, remember?"

Tancred · 02-04-2004, 12:07 AM

OOC: Stoke up the deus ex machina, Spotley. I'm going in!

It's been a long time in this tower. And, by jiminy, it seems even longer. The group is demoralised and generally frustrated at the unco-operative nature of their surroundings, and Tancred is no exception. The Paladin is slumped up against the tower wall, writing little patterns in the dust upon the floor with his finger, wondering what in heaven to do now.

He looks up, not really knowing why, but there *is* something for him to look at when he does. A tiny spot of blue light appears, and grows to the size of a ping-pong ball. It floats serenely around the tower, drawing everyone's attention.

The sight is enough to snap the young Paladin out of his dreary state. "Everyone! Quickly! Gather round!" His eyes regain some of that ol' paladin fire, that old nervous energy.

As the various barfolk pick themselves up, Tancred reaches out, neatly plucking the glowing light out of the air. As he does so, the light expands, suddenly filling the room.

"It's an ancient magic," Tancred tries to explain, "Something left behind by the old Innkeeper. If ever someone new entered the Bar -"

The light suddenly disappears, and to everyone's amazement, they are no longer in the tower; but in the familiar common room of the Bar, still planted on the main street of the city.

" - we'd all go back there to meet them," finishes Tancred. "Hello there," he adds, smiling at TAOwolf.

10-20-2003, 11:32 AM	#52
Tancred White Dragon Join Date: April 1, 2001 Location: UK Age: 45 Posts: 1,893	Tancred shivers. "Er... I agree. In fact, I think it's the most horrible thing I've ever seen. Um, can we get rid of it now?" OOC: Though no-one in the tower really knows this, it might be interesting to note that from where Tancred's standing, Joram's drawing bears an uncanny resemblance to Ronald McDonald. [ 10-20-2003, 11:36 AM: Message edited by: Tancred ] __________________ \"HELP! I\'ve superglued myself to a flaming bowling ball!\"

02-04-2004, 12:07 AM	#60
Tancred White Dragon Join Date: April 1, 2001 Location: UK Age: 45 Posts: 1,893	OOC: Stoke up the deus ex machina, Spotley. I'm going in! It's been a long time in this tower. And, by jiminy, it seems even longer. The group is demoralised and generally frustrated at the unco-operative nature of their surroundings, and Tancred is no exception. The Paladin is slumped up against the tower wall, writing little patterns in the dust upon the floor with his finger, wondering what in heaven to do now. He looks up, not really knowing why, but there is something for him to look at when he does. A tiny spot of blue light appears, and grows to the size of a ping-pong ball. It floats serenely around the tower, drawing everyone's attention. The sight is enough to snap the young Paladin out of his dreary state. "Everyone! Quickly! Gather round!" His eyes regain some of that ol' paladin fire, that old nervous energy. As the various barfolk pick themselves up, Tancred reaches out, neatly plucking the glowing light out of the air. As he does so, the light expands, suddenly filling the room. "It's an ancient magic," Tancred tries to explain, "Something left behind by the old Innkeeper. If ever someone new entered the Bar -" The light suddenly disappears, and to everyone's amazement, they are no longer in the tower; but in the familiar common room of the Bar, still planted on the main street of the city. " - we'd all go back there to meet them," finishes Tancred. "Hello there," he adds, smiling at TAOwolf. __________________ \"HELP! I\'ve superglued myself to a flaming bowling ball!\"

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10-20-2003, 08:22 AM	#51
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 40 Posts: 5,459	"I think..." Joram began, only to halt, jump up and look wildly about in a futile effort to discover the source of the applause. "Who did that!? Ahem. As I was saying..." The next few minutes were spent in silence, as Snowdale tried to gather what dignity he felt he possessed. "I think," he began again, daring anyone to make a sound, "It looks a bit like... like one of those demon things, with the... yes, with little arms and... and a head, as they say. It..." He dug around in his armor for a while until at last he produced triumphantly a worn out red crayon. It was the kind of crayon that made you suspect its owner had 23 more, in various colours, hidden within the creases of his platemail. Joram wielded it with the grace of one who had, for many years now, always made a point of drawing outside the lines. The warrior added two eyes and a mouth to the pentagram to prove his point. Then, on a whim, he began extending lines... ----- A curse echoing through the tower, followed by the rattling of metal plates, and the line continued in blue. ----- A final clicking sound as an exhausted crayon connected with the wall. "Well, I... ehr... yes," the knight declared as he stood examining the floor. "I still... Hum. It does look like a demon thing..."

10-20-2003, 08:46 PM	#53
Skydracgrrl Silver Dragon Join Date: June 21, 2001 Location: Oakton, VA (summer) Boston, MA (...not summer...) Age: 38 Posts: 1,652	ooc- the sad part is, I actually drew out the shape-thingy to try and get an idea of what it looks like... I am still hopelessly confused, which I believe was the point. [img]smile.gif[/img] ic- Lyulfe stared at the symbol with an odd expression on his face. He was mostly aghast that he was on the same thinking-level as the other people in the room. Reviewing all the detective stories he had ever read, he made a list of theories in his head (ooc-hehe, it rhymes! [img]smile.gif[/img] ). Lifting a tentative finger, he pokes at specific places in the symbol. "Any secret buttons..." he murmured under his breath. Lyulfe looked up at the others and viewed them with a critical eye. "Well, one of you could go investigate the walls where the points of the diagram, er, point to. And the other could go search the floor for any other symbols. And Karnas, you can shout encouragement to them. Are you sure there isn't anything magical related to this?" The dragon muttered something under his breath about lack of females. ooc- sorry, just had to insert that "female" comment, seeing as how the main villain seems to be female.. EDIT- oh my Lord! I want my a-cursed green dragon back! gives new picture a frightened, wide-eyed look [ 10-20-2003, 08:49 PM: Message edited by: Skydracgrrl ]

10-22-2003, 02:42 PM	#54
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 40 Posts: 5,459	OOC: Don't worry Skye, so did I IC: Thinking hard on an excuse not to have to find the solution, Joram was relatively swift to realise he could only succeed if it seemed he was actually doing something. Several minutes later, after empty glances shooting back and forth between the seamless walls of the tower, the brightly coloured lines running across the floor and a fresh crayon in his hand, something of a plan began to take shape. "The lines," he declared, pointing to the symbol, "appear to... to... well, gather right here, if you will." Not good enough, find something to do. Quick! He managed to spread the clearing of his throat out over several dozens of seconds. "And, ehr, spread out towards the walls." Think, Joram. Think. For Billy. Billy? "The... where they stop. Don't stop. No, ehr... they move on. That's right..." Good job! He leveled his crayon and charged forwards. At first by himself, then with the aid of Dart he extended the lines as high as the ceiling before tumbling off the bard's shoulders contently.

11-23-2003, 06:55 PM	#55
Skydracgrrl Silver Dragon Join Date: June 21, 2001 Location: Oakton, VA (summer) Boston, MA (...not summer...) Age: 38 Posts: 1,652	ooc- somewhat of a "bump" post, if you will [img]smile.gif[/img] ic- Lyulfe blinked slowly at Joram, somewhat in shock. As his mind tried to process the spontaneous actions that is Joram, his eyes wandered across the squiggled crayon lines. And he blinked again. "I don't know how, but somehow he solved the riddle..." he said with a mix of awe and disbelief. The dragon pointed a sharp claw at the point where all the crayon lines would converge if they went across the ceiling, and a trapdoor magically appeared into view with a soft "Pop!" "Now the question is, how are we going to get up there... with all of us standing on eachother's shoulders we still wouldn't be able to reach the ceiling..." he drawled.

11-29-2003, 02:20 AM	#56
TAOWolf White Dragon Join Date: December 1, 2001 Location: Mountains of Arkansas, US Posts: 1,887	~walks into the bar, and goes to a shadowy corner, waving off the bartender as she lowers the hood of her Warder's Cloak, eyes glowing softly silver as she looks around~

12-01-2003, 07:15 PM	#57
Skydracgrrl Silver Dragon Join Date: June 21, 2001 Location: Oakton, VA (summer) Boston, MA (...not summer...) Age: 38 Posts: 1,652	ooc- hey TAOwolf! ^^ you want an update of what exactly's going on?

01-05-2004, 02:54 PM	#58
Skydracgrrl Silver Dragon Join Date: June 21, 2001 Location: Oakton, VA (summer) Boston, MA (...not summer...) Age: 38 Posts: 1,652	ooc- ahem BUMP! [img]smile.gif[/img]

01-29-2004, 06:35 AM	#59
Legolas Jack Burton Join Date: March 31, 2001 Location: The zephyr lands beneath the brine. Age: 40 Posts: 5,459	"Ehr..." Joram said, trying to come up with something that just might work. "Tancred has, ehr... has always been an expert at resolving situations like these. Like that time back in Farsailles, remember?"

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