The BG2 Bar

[BlackAssassin]

elminsters foot dissapears through the assassin's backside and kicks the wall.

"Thou hadst choosen to attack me, choosen one of mystra? Thy powers are beyond those of normal mortals yet thee chooses to use thy foot to kick me? I believe thy wrath shall not previal upon me in thy tavern of Lord Sheild but I shall take leave for the moment for thy anger to settle. I suggest burying thy face in a tankard of evermead to settle thy wrath. I shall return."

The Assassin's leather becomes of purrest black and shadows engulf his entire body. His corporeal form becomes but a mere shadow and the shadows fleet through the gaps in windows and door. The patrons in the Bar believe they will see more of this figure of darkness and shadows in the future.

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ShadowMaster of the Theives of Darkness. I'm also an ice cream man!

Elminster is glad that pompus fool is finally gone

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[Killer]

it is justboring to sit here and no post show upp
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death is the way of life Killer

That's because most of us work during the day.
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Elminster has a brew on me. Lord Shield passes a beer to the shadow Assassin has become. You cannot disguise your personal aura from me. But don't worry. I won't give you away

[Killer]

more ale and some rotten sword iron(it is healthy to eat iron)btu maybe not steel steel vs silver

[Killer]

soon the blood will floodi am goin to the suldanesalar and kill some elvs it is boring nothing hapends(no offens)kill the hole race
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death is the way of life Killer

It keeps the balance considering the drow got wiped out. Bring back a nice souvenir while you're there

[DonkeyWan]

Donkeywan nurses his large pint of milk and eyes the undazed and somewhat malovelent chicken with a nervous smile. His head still hurts and his wounds recieved from the field of lethal corn are really itching.

He notes the serving wench and gives her a wry smile. She winks back. Pleased he turns to have a genteel conversation with her, when just then the pschotic monk whirls by and unprovoked, bunches him square in the nuts.

As Donkeywan the indifferent (and largely useless) archer, roles around in great agony he accidentally knocks against a table, spilling a white wine (with a slice of lemon).

Six minutes later and after the worse kind of bitch slapping imaginable from an irate vampire, Donkeywan is off to the local cleric for healing. As luck would have level restoration will be unnecessary (as Dobkeywan is still at level1)

[Bruce The Aussie]

Originally posted by Lord Shield: I don't recommend the strongest unless you have demon blood in your veins, but I know what you mean. It WILL numb the pain. You'll heal up in a few minutes (you know, I knew this would happen when people realised the 'no die' rule)

the uknown friend says "nope no demon some dragon but no demon. hell to that i whant the strongest alcohole please (other than pure)."


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Bruce The Aussie, Camp Barbarian Hunter OHF
jester of LH and Master Beastmaster of the clan of the Kats

[Memnoch]

*Memnoch the bouncer steps in*

Attention Lord Shield and BG2 Bar patrons:

Your lease on this establishment will expire at 500 posts. Please vacate these premises for your NEW, BIGGER, BETTER BG2 Bar (which hopefully someone will create) at that time. You can hyperlink the 2 threads together. Thank you!

(ooc)

Funny things happen at 500+ posts, even though the record for a thread (started by ME!) is 1004 posts. I'll link the 2 threads for you if you want.

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