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Post by probablyamage on Dec 30, 2010 20:47:53 GMT -5
A note left at the Regal Griffon, and repeated verbally every time Lustig happens to be there....probably an aside while he's begging for food.
A very serious matter has come to my attention of late. I, Lustig Luther Latherion have not gotten ridiculously....preposterously drunk in -months-!!!! Oh sure, I have drank enough to lose my inhibitions a few times recently, but never enough that I might set an inn on fire, or accidentally cause calamity and mayhem.
I propose ushering in the new year by becoming outrageously drunk on the 1st Hammer 1375 DR, and invite all to join me. On that day, I will not memorize a single potentially dangerous spell (I'll have a sexy sexy half dragoness to guard my body) and will pay the bill for all EVERYONE can drink in the Regal Griffon (No food though, you moochers). Drinking competitions are encouraged, with optional lesser restoration potions for the winners, so they can enter later competitions. The night will end with an absinthe drinking competition, the winner of which will recieve........liquor! From wherever they want me to teleport too and collect (Excluding Evermeet).
This is just a random idea. The date mentioned corresponds to new years day, but I don't know that the server will be up by then. If there is interest in this, we can do it on the 3'rd when the server is guaranteed to be up. Otherwise, you can just RP your potential actions for the contest in this thread.
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Post by FireBeard on Dec 30, 2010 21:03:19 GMT -5
*Dornak rubs at his full beard as he reads the note(or listens to the speaker) and a slow grins moves across his weathered face*
Free drinks for everyone dat shows up eh? Better heid ta da bank lad.
*Dornak leaves the Inn and heads to the Clan hall to inform all his kin of the free drinks*
// hopefully see you on the 3rd!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2010 22:19:04 GMT -5
*A Stout with a large and rippling muscle tone walks past the note. He stops and takes a few steps backwards slowly. His head slowly twists to the right so he can view the note. His stubby tongue slips out to lick over his lips. He slams his palms together and rubs them eagerly before wandering off into the town centre. Upon his back there is a large greatsword, nearly twice his size. He mumbles to himself as he leaves the inn*
An' now Abbathor be givin' me ways t'be rippin' off the tallens! Ha! Fell righ' in me lap!
//Hopefully see you on the third
~Sio
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Post by elvishnation on Dec 31, 2010 8:52:07 GMT -5
*Naki walks by, blinks and looks back at the note. she rubs her temples after reading it and just shakes her head*
What a mess this will end up being...
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Post by Rane on Jan 2, 2011 1:55:04 GMT -5
*he takes the bundle of goods from the barkeep flipping him a few coins*
Free ale? he says *a broad smile on his face*
"That seems to be what it says" the barkeep says rather sturnly.
"Ah yes well, ill let every dwarf I see hear of this then"
At that the barkeeps face brightens and he offers a nod. The wild looking elf straightens his red Mohawk being sure to reform each spike and exits the inn, a broad smile on his face.
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