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Post by Juan on Nov 7, 2004 19:29:33 GMT -5
The pub door creaks open. The smell of ale and smoke fill the air of the dank stone building.
Dwarves sing drunkenly to each other, sending the froth of their beer all over the long table at which they sat.
A couple of human males try beating a Night Elf female at throwing darts, losing badly.
A few Tauren and Trolls sit to themselves in a corner, murmering quietly to each other in silent tones. Suddenly a large Orc Shaman, wearing a wolf pelt, bursts through the door.
"ZUG ZUG!"
Edit: Look people, this doesn't mean it has to be Warcraft orientated. Just treat it as like a Fantasy-style pub.
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Post by Infested Manae on Nov 7, 2004 19:30:14 GMT -5
Sits down and sips some water from a moonwell.
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Post by Craze on Nov 7, 2004 19:31:54 GMT -5
2nd Post
The closest I'll ever get to a first post.
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Post by NeoEllis on Nov 7, 2004 19:33:02 GMT -5
Ah hell, Elves.
Kicks both Zorak and Manae in their respective chests with one sweep, as they fly back into the wall, their hearts explode.
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Post by Raz V5.0 on Nov 7, 2004 19:34:14 GMT -5
A large black Tauren walks in with a totem pole slung over his shoulder. He drops it into his hands and swings smacking the one known as Ellis in the face breaking every bone in it.
Fear the might of the Tauren.
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Post by Ai on Nov 7, 2004 19:35:07 GMT -5
Blinks directly behind Ellis, and punches his left kidney, then sweeps him as he begins to fall, and psychic blasts him into the wall. He charges up a more powerful blast, and as he begins to rise to his feet, Ellis is hit with a blast that smashes him through the wall. Ai pulls out two sickles, and blinks in front of Ellis. He slices his arms across each other, on Ellis' stomach, then slices up and down along his middle section. Ai uses his psychic powers to raise Ellis into the air, as his intestines pour from his new wound. Ai charges one final attack with his free hand, and fires it through the wound. All of the organs that hadn't slid out yet were pulverized, as the blast tore through his whole body, leaving a gaping hole of gore in it's place.
Sorry, I missed this last bar.
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Post by NeoEllis on Nov 7, 2004 19:36:58 GMT -5
Ellis flips backward from the blow. As his teeth exit his head, Ellis can only think, 'Damn you, Bittorrent, why must you be so slow?'
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Post by Raz V5.0 on Nov 7, 2004 19:38:21 GMT -5
The tauren grunts and takes a seat at the bar.
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Post by Juan on Nov 7, 2004 19:44:28 GMT -5
Zorak takes a seat near to Raz, then pounds the table to get a server's attention.
"Can we get some damn ale down here?"
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Post by Raz V5.0 on Nov 7, 2004 19:45:51 GMT -5
Damn humans and their shitty service.
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Post by Infested Manae on Nov 7, 2004 19:46:49 GMT -5
Watch who you call 'human.'
Tosses two gallons of a stiff ale at Zorak and Raz.
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Post by Raz V5.0 on Nov 7, 2004 19:47:28 GMT -5
Raz catches the ale and downs some of it.
Not bad.
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Post by Juan on Nov 7, 2004 19:51:59 GMT -5
Zorak drinks some ale, and nods in agreement with Raz.
And folks, because this is Warcraft related, don't think it is all straight forward RPing. And even if you haven't played Warcraft, get in the fantasy-spirit.
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Post by Wag - Now And Forever on Nov 7, 2004 19:53:39 GMT -5
A lanky shadow walks calmly from a darkened corner of the room. Just under his long nose is tied a dark hankerchief, obscuring most of his face and casting a stark contrast on what seems to be a white tatoo covering his eyes. In one smooth motion, an axe is sent hurling across the room, embedding itself right between Ellis' eyes. A low rastafarian voice comes from the figure...
"New Troll here...."
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Post by Raz V5.0 on Nov 7, 2004 19:53:53 GMT -5
Zorak drinks some ale, and nods in agreement with Raz.And folks, because this is Warcraft related, don't think it is all straight forward RPing. And even if you haven't played Warcraft, get in the fantasy-spirit. Because Warcraft owns your soul. The Tauren shakes his body, his long hair flapping around.The drums of war are... drumming.
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