Post by lordtemplar32 on Jul 27, 2009 14:13:19 GMT -5
All was quiet on a calm night in Isinhold. Zhogoth Firekeeper and Nebriand Hacanae convened in the square in darkness; only a small ring emanated light. They conspired about the future, what was to become of Cormyr, the stars and the constellations. Such philosophical and scheming conversations were brought to an abrupt halt when...
...a halfling arrived in the square. He positioned himself infront of the lean-to built into the side of Garrot's shop. And yet another arrived in the square, Deli Kriegyr. Although dwarves are not renown for their inventive nature, this dwarf had on his head a special helmet. It was not complex in design but it was enough to make any drunkard turn a head. He had two giant flasks of beer attached to the sides of his adamantine helmet which seemed to have been hastily attached to the side of the helmet. From the two giant flasks of beer, two straws pointed towards a mouth hidden inside the helmet.
Deli, although inventive enough to design such a contraption quickly found his wit and any common sense absent as soon as he poured the beer into the helmet. He approached Zhogoth and Nebriand asking if, in the popularly barbaric custom, they wanted to "smash something". Nebriand was eager to meet the dwarf. He'd been bored all day. This is something he'd later regret.
Zhogoth was rather hesitant to converse with the dwarf who had just interrupted their very deep discussion. Nevertheless, Sam Ash the halfling thought it an opportune time to introduce himself.
"Say my name real fast! SaM-ASH!" Nebriand was amused by this fact, Zhogoth not caring too much and Deli descending slowly into a drunken stupor too much to care, or perhaps he did not hear him.
Replying to Deli's inquiry, Zhogoth responded, "The last time I ventured with a drunk dwarf, my entire company was wiped out. Save for myself, of course."
Sam was eager to hear a story. Zhogoth stretched his back as if weary, but decided to tell the story.
"Who was it?" Sam eagerly asked.
Zhogoth responded, "Anvil Ironshield."
Ironically, just as the story had begun Anvil had arrived in Isinhold and was closing in on the town square from the southern gate very quickly.
Zhogoth began his story but was quickly interrupted as Deli was eager to meet the new dwarf.
A loud slurping noise could be heard from Deli's helmet.
Anvil looked wearily at the helmet and announced he would return. He entered Garrot's shop and quickly returned with a flask of alcohol hastily placed on the helmet along with a string going towards his mouth. As he leaned back to take a sip the alcohol fell off and shattered on the ground.
Anvil was furious, Zhogoth and Nebriand took a few steps back. Sam got closer, and Deli and Anvil lamented the loss of the ale.
"That's too bad", Deli said, slurping from his helmet. Anvil went berserk and began throwing fists at Deli. The two fought for a good five minutes before becoming exhausted. Deli offered Anvil a drink when the fighting had stopped, and he gladly accepted it. Everyone went into the tavern to enjoy a drink.
"I'll have some ale, Kale", Deli announced. He bought at least thirty flasks, and took even more out of his pack. He gave at least ten to Anvil. Bottoms up, drinks down, the bottles were emptied quickly and tossed aside littering the inn.
Deli muttered something, Anvil was quickly angered, hollering at the top of his lungs. Another fist fight erupted. They both fought, and collapsed in exhaustion. They both drank at least two beers before standing up again and congratulating each other on their strength and combat prowess. Sam considered fetching a guard, but Zhogoth insisted otherwise, reveling in the amusement they were producing.
Out of nowhere, Anvil slammed a chair into Deli and laughed hysterically. Deli did the same, and another fist fight erupted. A third dwarf descended down the stairs of the inn and demanded to know what was going on, at the sight of broken glass, destroyed chairs and bruised and bleeding dwarves. He considered fetching a guard but Zhogoth pleaded with him not to, stating that they are merely having fun. He was easily convinced, and was offered a drink by Deli. The dwarf refused, but decided to attempt to lecture the drunken dwarves.
He was unsuccessful, and eventually accepted a drink. After a few drinks he left.
Anvil looked strange for a moment, staring into space. Suddenly he lunged at Deli again, throwing a hook, but missed utterly. His fist slammed into Zhogoth's scar-ridden face. Blood trickled from his eyepatch, and soon Zhogoth was in a fist fight with Anvil. He threw a punch into Anvil's face, and broke his nose. Anvil got a few more good hits in on Zhogoth before backing out.
"He broke my nose!" he said, rubbing his bloody nose. "'at deserves a drink!" Zhogoth, accepted the drink as an apology, and everyone drank once again. Sam and Nebriand from the corner of the room were whispering to each other about how stupid they were, slamming chairs into one another, littering all over the tavern and getting into random fist fights.
Zhogoth had a few more drinks.
Deli walked over to Sam and picked him up. He threw him at Anvil, striking him right in the forehead. Sam ran out of the tavern, fearing for his safety. Anvil walked towards Nebriand.
Nebriand bolted from the tavern, and the three drunks were stumbling after him. After a good half hour, they eventually found him.
Anvil picked up Nebriand and threw him at Anvil. The three got in another fist fight. Nebriand took advantage of the situation and ran away.
After more drunken madness, the three eventually collapsed in the town square.
The three of them woke up in separate jail cells in the Red Ravens.
...a halfling arrived in the square. He positioned himself infront of the lean-to built into the side of Garrot's shop. And yet another arrived in the square, Deli Kriegyr. Although dwarves are not renown for their inventive nature, this dwarf had on his head a special helmet. It was not complex in design but it was enough to make any drunkard turn a head. He had two giant flasks of beer attached to the sides of his adamantine helmet which seemed to have been hastily attached to the side of the helmet. From the two giant flasks of beer, two straws pointed towards a mouth hidden inside the helmet.
Deli, although inventive enough to design such a contraption quickly found his wit and any common sense absent as soon as he poured the beer into the helmet. He approached Zhogoth and Nebriand asking if, in the popularly barbaric custom, they wanted to "smash something". Nebriand was eager to meet the dwarf. He'd been bored all day. This is something he'd later regret.
Zhogoth was rather hesitant to converse with the dwarf who had just interrupted their very deep discussion. Nevertheless, Sam Ash the halfling thought it an opportune time to introduce himself.
"Say my name real fast! SaM-ASH!" Nebriand was amused by this fact, Zhogoth not caring too much and Deli descending slowly into a drunken stupor too much to care, or perhaps he did not hear him.
Replying to Deli's inquiry, Zhogoth responded, "The last time I ventured with a drunk dwarf, my entire company was wiped out. Save for myself, of course."
Sam was eager to hear a story. Zhogoth stretched his back as if weary, but decided to tell the story.
"Who was it?" Sam eagerly asked.
Zhogoth responded, "Anvil Ironshield."
Ironically, just as the story had begun Anvil had arrived in Isinhold and was closing in on the town square from the southern gate very quickly.
Zhogoth began his story but was quickly interrupted as Deli was eager to meet the new dwarf.
A loud slurping noise could be heard from Deli's helmet.
Anvil looked wearily at the helmet and announced he would return. He entered Garrot's shop and quickly returned with a flask of alcohol hastily placed on the helmet along with a string going towards his mouth. As he leaned back to take a sip the alcohol fell off and shattered on the ground.
Anvil was furious, Zhogoth and Nebriand took a few steps back. Sam got closer, and Deli and Anvil lamented the loss of the ale.
"That's too bad", Deli said, slurping from his helmet. Anvil went berserk and began throwing fists at Deli. The two fought for a good five minutes before becoming exhausted. Deli offered Anvil a drink when the fighting had stopped, and he gladly accepted it. Everyone went into the tavern to enjoy a drink.
"I'll have some ale, Kale", Deli announced. He bought at least thirty flasks, and took even more out of his pack. He gave at least ten to Anvil. Bottoms up, drinks down, the bottles were emptied quickly and tossed aside littering the inn.
Deli muttered something, Anvil was quickly angered, hollering at the top of his lungs. Another fist fight erupted. They both fought, and collapsed in exhaustion. They both drank at least two beers before standing up again and congratulating each other on their strength and combat prowess. Sam considered fetching a guard, but Zhogoth insisted otherwise, reveling in the amusement they were producing.
Out of nowhere, Anvil slammed a chair into Deli and laughed hysterically. Deli did the same, and another fist fight erupted. A third dwarf descended down the stairs of the inn and demanded to know what was going on, at the sight of broken glass, destroyed chairs and bruised and bleeding dwarves. He considered fetching a guard but Zhogoth pleaded with him not to, stating that they are merely having fun. He was easily convinced, and was offered a drink by Deli. The dwarf refused, but decided to attempt to lecture the drunken dwarves.
He was unsuccessful, and eventually accepted a drink. After a few drinks he left.
Anvil looked strange for a moment, staring into space. Suddenly he lunged at Deli again, throwing a hook, but missed utterly. His fist slammed into Zhogoth's scar-ridden face. Blood trickled from his eyepatch, and soon Zhogoth was in a fist fight with Anvil. He threw a punch into Anvil's face, and broke his nose. Anvil got a few more good hits in on Zhogoth before backing out.
"He broke my nose!" he said, rubbing his bloody nose. "'at deserves a drink!" Zhogoth, accepted the drink as an apology, and everyone drank once again. Sam and Nebriand from the corner of the room were whispering to each other about how stupid they were, slamming chairs into one another, littering all over the tavern and getting into random fist fights.
Zhogoth had a few more drinks.
Deli walked over to Sam and picked him up. He threw him at Anvil, striking him right in the forehead. Sam ran out of the tavern, fearing for his safety. Anvil walked towards Nebriand.
Nebriand bolted from the tavern, and the three drunks were stumbling after him. After a good half hour, they eventually found him.
Anvil picked up Nebriand and threw him at Anvil. The three got in another fist fight. Nebriand took advantage of the situation and ran away.
After more drunken madness, the three eventually collapsed in the town square.
The three of them woke up in separate jail cells in the Red Ravens.