Nagash was too busy feeling embarrassend about walking up and down the stairs several times, everytime emerging in another outfit, to hear Elathan's words and process them in his mind. So he was about to take a hike, when it struck him.

Nagash, you and the rest will always be welcome in the GrapeSlaves Inn if you are ever in need of a refreshment of any sort, I wish you the best in your quest for worshipping nude goddesses and fishingrods. And if you ever are in need of assistance, throw me a line.

A tear emerged in Nagash' eyes. He could stay in(n) the inn and throw out a line. This was too good to be true. He broke into a run, dropping his rod, and embraced Elathan.

I lo..... erm... thank you!! I dropped my rod outside the inn, otherwise I'd throw a line immediatly! You know what? I shall donate a statue to the inn! One of Isonia! Nude!

He then started jumping around on one leg, waving his arms (doing a victory dance ofcourse)

After a week or so of supervising the rebuilding of my kingdom, I decided it was a good time to take a break and meet with my friends at the Inn. Dark times had befallen NV, and we were in need of some cheering up. A few drinks had a way of brightening the moods of our little group, so this is how we usually went about it!

I opened the door to the Inn and SPLAT! A bucket full of the grape sludge pastes me. This isn't the first time either. It's about the twentieth. You would think I would remember something like this by now, but, alas, I don't. Must be some magics involved; I never was very good with magic. In fact, a part of me hates the stuff. Gimme my sword and mace anyday over some spell I spent the night memorizing!

Anyway, after moving to the bar to ask for a towel to wipe myself off, I look around at who's here. Elathan, Nagash, James, Toph, and a few others I don't know yet.

And what the hell was that Nagash was wearing?

Daniel entering the INN for the first time steps through the door and looks around.
Thinking to him self that he doesn't show himself often in the guild so not many would know him at the INN.
After great thought he struck with an idea.

Hello everyone. Hello everyone from NV. For all of you that don't know me yet my name is Daniel. Now that you all know my name I will be over at the table if you wish to talk.....

Walking past everyone he sits down.....

Daniel-The Lost Paladin
OLP for life

After a day of drinking, Altrone decides its time to return to his kingdom. He rises from his seat, and stumbles to the door. Outside the inn his paige faithfully awaits his return. Afterv much grunting and labor he manages to get Altrone into the saddle and starts the march home.

I listen to Daniel introduce himself and then watch another person I don't know stumble out the door. Since the place is quiet and I'm bored, I decide to introduce myself to this Daniel and stir up some small talk while I drink.

"Well met, Daniel. I am Jyim Bain, I've been with this crew for awhile but still there are some new faces here to me too, so I guess we are both deserving of introductions from some of these people!"

I gestured to the patrons of the Inn, then I laughed to show him that I was merely joking; there were people here I didn't know, but I wasn't worried about it, nor was I going to make an issue of it.

"How goes things in your neck of the woods, Daniel?"

Toph grimaces as Nagash tries... repeatedly... to leave the inn. Nagash's outfit hurt Toph's eyes... it was... very... uh... eclectic. Finally, Nagash dons a black cloak and leaves out the back door.

'Back door? This inn has a back door?' Toph thought. 'you mean I didn't have to go through that sludgy mess? grrr...'

Toph's train of thought was interupted by a series of people walking though the door of the inn. Most he did not recognize, and, before he could speak to one of them, the man got up and left, swaying back and forth in a truly drunken stupor. Toph silently wished him well, and wished him relief from the splitting headache that he would have the next day. Some people just couldn't be helped.
Glancing towards the door, Toph saw another man, who was named Daniel, walk in and make a most peculiar statment, something about that he would be sitting somewhere if we wanted to talk to him. before walking over to said place and sitting down.
Finally, Jyim Bain walks through the door. Toph smiles, he hadn't see Bain in quite some time. Standing up, Toph wanders easially over to Bain and Daniel, just in time to catch the end of Bain's first comment.

"Come now, Jyim, I'm Toph, you knew that."
Toph looks at Daniel.
"Well, as you just heard, My name's Toph. How do you like the inn?"

Bassilus woke up with a start by the sound of footsteps near his table. Huh?? people in the inn.

He noticed that a man was sitting next to him, a bit smelly and sad but okay. And he saw that people finally had found their way to the inn, and smiled.

He walked to the bar and ordered 2 Chaos Brew

He walked back to the table and grabbed the juggler he had found for this inn, and put him on the table.

Here lad, take a Chaos Brew and enjoy. There can not be any sad faces around here. He looked at the juggler and smiledDANCE JUGGLER... DANCE

The juggler panicked and started to dance, to enjoy this sad person.

I am Bassilus, the drunky dwarf of this nice Inn, and who are you my friend

Greeting Toph! I say, glad to see another familiar face. It seemed like days since I first introduced myself to Daniel, yet he just looked off with a vacant stare. So be it; there were drinks to be drank, and friends to drink with!

I wonder what's wrong with our new friend Daniel here? I ask, for the man who came in here wanting conversation seemed terribly short on words at the moment. Maybe he's just a little shy? I joke.

Looking over I can see that Bassilus has woken up and put his juggler to work. This should be interesting.....

This should be interesting! I say to Toph, echoing my thoughts. I'm not especially creative when I am drinking!

Feeling a little mischevious, I ask, I wonder how good this juggler is? With that, I empty my drink and prepare to throw the empty mug into the juggler's path....

As Steven decided to walk in, he decided to turn around. He had heard that a few acres away there was a large thatch of open land covered with savage. One of his scouts had said that they would be extremely easy to take of. Once we killed and raped all the savages, we can take over the land and increase our boarders.

Steven thought to himself after he heart the news

*Heh heh, some land would help me get my realm nice and big again. Well I'm off to war!*

*Finally Steven decides to walk in and join the company. As he kicks through the tavern wall, he gets all yucky. However he ignores it and just walks. He goes to sit down alone in the corner. Then suddenly someone comes up and asks what's wrong*

Gosh I got screwed over by this fair princess who I thought was my best friend. I wrote a letter and sent it to her. I am hoping she recieves it and sends it back. Then I can tell you all it said. Personally I hope she opens the letter gives herself a nasty cut, and dies from infection.

Just as I was about to throw my mug into the jugglers path, the door opened again. Actually, it opened several times, but only one of them did I notice.

In the door jam there was a shadow of an immense figure, easily 8 feet tall, or close to 3 meters if you prefer. Anyway, I felt that I knew this being; something grabbed my attention. I think a part of me knew who it was, it was just that another part of me couldn't believe it.

In the doorway stood a Droben. Not just any Droben though, but my long lost friend Stalagus.

The living stone known as Stalagus entered the Inn for the first time in many ages. He did not partake in drinking as did his fleshy companions, but he did notice the soft races had a need for this social interaction. It was not all bad, after all; he had made a great friend among these people.

He looked across the Inn floor to see who was present. It had been many ages since he stepped foot in here, and the new faces were proof of that. Yet, in a corner with two others, behind what they call a juggler, was a familiar face he had not seen in a very long time. Too long, to be honest.

Stalagus saw Jyim Bain, the first human he ever trusted.

At the same time he noticed Bain, the inevitable bucked of grape sludge dropped on him.

I should have remembered that....he thought, then he crossed the room to catch up with his friend.

Nagash was enjoying his ale and throwing several lines to Elathan (just for fun), when he heard some quite loud sounds.
After a while, the ground started to shake, and Nagash put on his silly hat to protect his head, should the ceiling collapse.
The sound grew louder with every
*BOINK*
But it was a quite rhytmical sound, so after a while, Nagash started nodding his head along with the *BOINK*s:
*BOINK*NOD*......*BOINK*NOD*......*BOINK*NOD*......*BOINK*NOD*
Then, when the sound was at its loudest, the door opened, and the cause of the sounds entered. It was a stone. But somehow the huge rock seemed to live. Nagash put off his hat, and took up his rod, just in case.
Then the sludge came down on what must've been the head of the rock, for as far as rocks can have heads (it was on the place where normal people had their heads, and had some eyeish thingies in it). It didn't seem to feel it though, which seemed logical, since rock usually have no synews. Nagash interrupted the rock's course (it seemed to be heading for Jyvim Bain).

Excuse me mister Rocky person. Can rocks like yourself talk? Or are you restricted to a life where one can only walk and make excellent rhythms with the feet?

It took a moment for the Droben to realize that he was being addressed. Never before had he been called "Mr. Rocky Person", but it was similar to names that had been given to his kind before.

He was aware of the rhythms of his walking though; music, believe it or not, was a huge part of the Droben culture. Few of the soft beings ever recognized it though. This one caught Stalagus' attention.

I am Stalagus, and yes, I can speak in your language, he spoke while fingering the medallion he wore. The magic contained in the device allowed him to speak in the common toungue.

He looked at the oddly dressed and quite inebriated being, wondering if this creature was being sarcastic when it spoke to him. A quick glance at Jyim told him that all was well.

I am glad you enjoyed my rhythm, perhaps sometime you would like to come and hear the Droben perform, Mr.....Colorful clothing?

Stalagus meant no insult, but the soft creature speaking to him had yet to properly introduce himself. He guessed it was just an oversight due to the amount of alcohol that the person consumed!

While sitting at the bar, I notice the inn is barren compared to days passed. My thoughts ponder the implecations; this may not be a bad thing depending on who has left. My realm is prepared as well as can be, though I wish I had more heathen unguilds recently. It has been too quiet for too long, and some action is welcome. Gazing about I realize I may not be the only one with this thought. Many drink to a stupor maybe to releive boredom.

For what ever reason the drinking must end as the realm needs my attention. Finishing my drink I tip the bar tender and head for the door. I proceed to the stables....it was evening when I arrived and is now well into a new day. I hastily saddle my horse and begin my travels home.

Noticing James leaving I rise to say goodbye, but he is already out the door. I have no real reason to leave just yet and decide to stay and observe my guild mates a bit longer. They are a roudy bunch and a few more hours may prove interesting.

I have tried every drink on the menu and seen many guild mates come and go though few have spoken. many seem to have business elsewhere. A busy group, I hope the activity soon spreads to all.

I watched the scene between Stalagus and Nagash with a smile on my face. Nagash was really, really drunk!

My Droben friend seemed the same as always, polite to the "soft beings" as he called us, even when the situation may not have called for it. Of course, when it was no longer time to be polite, a Droben was a great person to have on your side!

I realized I had an empty mug in my hand that I was going to throw in the juggler's general direction, but seeing my old friend calmed my mischevious mood. I decided to have the mug filled instead of throwing it.

With a nod to Toph, I made my way towards the bar to order another drink....

Whilst the stone spoke, he fingered a medallion. Astonishing... Nagash had never before seen a fingering piece of stone (have you?), so stood there for a while, gaping at the creature.

I am glad you enjoyed my rhythm, perhaps sometime you would like to come and hear the Droben perform, Mr.....Colorful clothing?

Nagash forced himself to focus on the conversation. After all, this could be a once in a lifetime experience, being able to meet even more of these rocky creatures and enjoying their musical talents.

I would love to, sir Stalagus stone thingie! I would teach you guys how to dance, but then again, that would make a LOT of noise, so I guess the world will be better off if I don't, right? But I could teach you how to fish, and worship the beauty of the nudity of a goddess! I could make you an adept OAF if you wish! Oh, and as for my name, it is Nagash, but Mister Colorful Clothing will do just fine, if you prefer to call me that...

He then cast a nervous glance to Jyvim Bain, who was grinning at him and the Stalagus for a while. He then pointed at the bar.

Shall we get ourselves something to drink? Or don't living rocks like yourself drink? I've had nothing to drink yet, except for grapesludge...

Altrones 1st in command enters the inn and approaches the table where Altrone is seated, and after an invatation to sit he does so. Together they study Altrones plan and decide it is solid. Instructions are given to prepare the men. Together they rise and leave the inn.

(OOC: WIEHieeeeee... me is back, greetings to you all and an odd but appy 2003 also to you all)

IC:
Bassilus sat watching the juggler with a nice Chaos Brew in his hand. He was hypnotized by the juggler. This juggler danced and danced, and when he stopped he said with a harsh demanding voice

DANCE JUGGLER... DANCEHe had learnt this a few years ago, from a trader in monkeys and Frogs. He hated Frogs cause he couldn't speak their language and they were not nice. But he sat and sat all day and swinged his axe to the juggler so now and than who also had a hard time juggling with one hand.

But he heard another hypnotizing rythm, sort of *BONK*... *BONK*... *BONK* and he watched over his shoulder and saw a massive stone coming towards him.

Stone!!! STONE COMING... He threw a mug to this stone but heard A familiar voice saying something with the word *rocky* in it. Is this the legendary Rocky?? THE ROCKY??? The best medieval boxer??He MURMURed and shrugged. He looked different than the Rocky he knew from the telly, but than he remembered he had no television, so he couldn't know, so he trusted Nagash's words. He looped to save this mug cause a full mug against your head is a. a waste of ale and b. not that friendly. He walked to ROCKY and saw his friend Jyim and Nagash, who said the rocky thing next to Rocky himself.


He walked to Rocky and bowed and said with slight friendly melody in his voice as far as Dwarves could
Gutentag Herr Rock, or may I say SUPER ROCKY... Hello... hi... Greetings... Shank NI.... Bonjour.... uhmm... MUR MUR MUR


MUR



MUR


...

MUR!!!!!!!!!!

He was really excited, cause this is the rocky and he knew Nagash and Jyim

Wow... I'm a real good friend of Nagash and Jyim and the rest of the people you know, you know?? And you are really cool and strong do Rockies have an autograph?? Do you want an ale???... Can my hairy hands massage your solid back to make it a bit softer, I can make really nice liquid which I use as massage oil you know?? Did you??

Bassilus was really excited now, almost as excited as his first birthday when he knew he would recieve his first axe, or the first execution he performed, he was really nervous at that time. Bassilus hoped Rocky would believe him, and be his first famous friend. His first Famous friend!!!

He dreamed of dancing with this Boxer/musician... This Warrior/bard... this... Hero for men and women, old men and little pests, dogs and cats... just not for Frogs

James enters the tavern obviously distraut. Addressing all at the the tavern: "It has been a long and bloody night, and a battle I could not win. Many Isonian acres were lost to the heathens this eve, and many have lost their lives as the kingdoms of TEN attacked in force. I have rallied my few troops and counter attacked this day; retreiving some of the lost acres. Two foul foret kingdoms attacked destroying temples and killing the protecting scum. When I countered neither of the forets existed. All beware this foul plot, and defend well. Although; I have been under constant attack, until now I have held."

With this said James exits the inn and returns to his kingdom to prepare for the coming war. Grim determination is his best weapon.

Hearing James Tale JJ worries about the safety of his realm. Many attacks have been weathered; with most targetting the temples of isonia. Perhaps it is time to strike as a group; devastating as many kingdoms as possible. I have been attacking daily doing what I can to stem the tide of the enemy. It is the nightly raids on my kingdom which do the most harm. Rebuilding draining precious personell from the war effort.

With this grim news digested JJ leaves to prepare his kingdom; fearing the worst as happened to James.

I walk up to where Stalagus and Nagash are and see that Bassilus has joined them. He seems quite excited, as he thinks Stalagus is someone else! I can't help but laugh; the Droben probably has no idea who Rocky is nor what boxing is! Although he probably would make quite a good boxer....

Bassilus, this is my friend, Stalagus. He is Droben, and to the best of my knowledge, he isn't a boxer! I laughed. I wouldn't recommend that you try to massage his rocky hide either, it would be very, very bad for your hands!

I didn't want Bassilus to get upset; he was so excited at the thought of meeting the "Rocky".

If you are still interested in buying him a drink, either or both of you, water is what the Droben prefer...trust me, it's like ale to them! I try to keep the subject moving; Stalagus was already noticibly uncomfortable, if you could imagine a Droben looking that way!

Before we move to the bar, I look to Nagash, So, did he invite you to a "rock" concert yet?

(ooc: Nice reply James on our weird posts ))

IC:

Bassilus heard James explaining that this wasn't the 'Rocky', and was slightly disappointed. He couldn't believe it. He really believed that he saw the on the telly, that he didn't had yet,

But he knew how to test it. He hit Rockman as hard in his srtomach as he could. The Rockman didn't move a muscle, but Bassilus' small dwarven hand, was becoming more red than a crimson red rose.

ghe.... ghe....If you will excuse me I will get you some water... ghe... ghe.... AYYYYYEEEE He ran to the bar and asked for a towel and a huge mug of water. He looked around and grinned and ordered another one.

He looked at Rocky, he hoped he didn't was angry on this little dwarf, and saw something odd.

He ordered some dried meat too and grinned.

He walked back to the Rockman, in a way he had to pass Porckie. He friend, I saw your mug, and thought you want a new bigger one full ofHe set up a grim and talked on with a sour voiceclear licqu... uhmm licq... liquid

He walkd on and eyed Rocky with a smile. When he had punched him he didn't move a muscle, so he should be Rocky, he had to be.

Here is your water Hero King Kaiser Rocky. I hope it is cold enough, or I could warm it. Where do you come from Herr Rocky?He caught something about a 'rock' concert, and was even more excited, this men liked 'rock'music.

He looked at his companion Copper. He saw Coppers massive body standing left of Rocky, only his head and snout were hidden, and this was the weird part. Copper his massive 'pack'hog was his companion for several years and finally found someone who was as big as he. While walking on two legs, and a bit harder than Copper, but for Copper only the size counted. So Copper not having some warm manly feelings, or butterflies in his massive stomach for some time was sniffing at the back, bottom of Rocky. He shrugged didn't he teach his hog manners!!!

Copper, What in the Nine Hells of Moria are you bloody doing???? Kommst du hier, und schnell!!

But Copper rejected his order and stood their, with his tail swinging around enthousiastic, and grunting loud.

Vova who used to be known by his ancient name that wont be named again walks over a dusty road what irritates him inmensly, his new robe got all dirty. Vova cast a little spell which made him float several inches above the ground. Suddenly some of the surroundings seemed familiar, who new it let to an Inn, but wich one he did not know yet.

In the distance along the horizon Vova saw what at first seemed a small building but as he got closer it got larger.... Then he new it, it was the GrapeSlaves Inn.

Hmmm Vova might meet some old friends and might meet some new ones, Vova floated up to the door and heared lots of noises comming from inside. He opened the door and saw it was very busy inside, Vova undid his spell and slowely walked inside. Vova ordered a strong drink, his eyes glazed across the room as he saw familiar faces Porckie, Nagash and Bassilus they seemed very busy and he did not want to disturb them yet so as patient as he is he waited for what may come.