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Etheral RP Tavern and Inn


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Jeg tenkte at ettersom flere begynner å lure på dette RP-konseptet, og vi faktisk mangler en skikkelig RP-tråd, kunne man starte en tråd der man casual RP-er, og prater sammen, i RP. Slik kan også vanlige brukere lese om hvordan RP faktisk fungerer, og bli med på moroa :)

 

Her kan man møtes for å diskutere alt i Azeroth, som for eksempel hvor godt stekt Blackrock Orcs og Hexed Trolls smaker.

Av en eller annen grunn kan Horde og Alliance forstå hverandre, og alt foregår fredelig i denne tavernaen.

 

Dette skal helst foregå på engelsk, uten forkortelser og skipping av vokaler, og som regel alt som ikke er _normal_ engelsk.

Husk, man er ikke en person her, man er en karakter, som man kan forandre som man selv ønsker.

Jeg er for eksempel ikke en 16 år gammel gutt fra Nord-Norge, jeg er en troll priest som elsker å være i shadow form. Han heter Arinomi, og er full av hemmeligheter. Mørke hemmeligheter. Kanskje han åpner seg over en øl, kanskje ikke. Vi får se ;)

 

 

Let's begin...

 

*Arinomi slowly walks in to the Tavern, suspiciously looking around. He walks up to the bartender*

 

"Hey keep mon, gimme one of dose Reserves."

*He takes the beer, after the barkeep gets control of his shivering hands of the look of this scary Troll. Arinomi sits down in the corner of the Tavern and chugs the beer in one go. He wipes his mouth and tusks and glares at the keep, who starts shivering again.*

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Jeg er en Tauren Warrior Drakoni eller Drage som det betyr på Gresk jeg er fra Greece liker ikke øl så godt men gi meg en gnom så blir jeg glad gjerne Stekt gnom... er ca 2m 25ca høy og er 19år

 

The fellow outside the Tavern sees a shadow passing by and the blood in his veins chills. He opens the door and walks to a dark fellow in the corner..

 

When he entered the inn, the people inside saw he had a sack on his back with something bloody and small inside.

 

The he says;Hi Arinomi how are you this dark and cold day? I got some Raw Gnomes in my sack, can you help me cook em?

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Don't you rember me Arinomi its me drakoni i help you last week agains the gnomes that tryed to kill you the Gnome legion

*Take a bite of the gnome and smiles*

wanna taste it? its good

*hand a gnome to Arinomi*

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"Oh yah mon, ofcourse! Please forgive me louseh memory"

*Takes the gnome*

"Danks ya, mon"

*Smiles and eats the gnome's ear*

"Hmm.. quite tasteh"

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thank you for prepering this Meal of joy

*sudently Drakoni point over at the other side of the Taveren*

chek that out Arinomi its a Human palladin shall we offer him a meal?

*Drakoni start prepering the gnomes Flesh to make it lock like a normal meal*

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*As the wind blows violently outside, a dark figure steps in from the rain. Making no sound as he drops his cloak and moves in, a dagger is being slowly pulled out of its sheathe. He is not really noticed at all until his dagger rests on Arinomi's neck.*

 

Missed me?

 

*His voice is guttural, like that of the Legion... yet it holds a faint trace of humanity still.*

 

Barkeep.. give me a pint. Arinomi here pays.

 

*He grins and shakes the troll's hand.*

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Viccky, undead warlock.

 

*Walks slowly into the tavern towards an empty chair*

 

Hello there you.

 

*sits down*

 

Finally here. Been travelling for days now, in seach for a warlock who could assist me in my training.

 

*drinks some beer*

 

Do you happen to know where to find a wielder of shadows around here?

 

 

 

Edit: Posten over ødela for denne :(

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*As the wind blows violently outside, a dark figure steps in from the rain. Making no sound as he drops his cloak and moves in, a dagger is being slowly pulled out of its sheathe. He is not really noticed at all until his dagger rests on Arinomi's neck.*

 

Missed me?

 

*His voice is guttural, like that of the Legion... yet it holds a faint trace of humanity still.*

 

Barkeep.. give me a pint. Arinomi here pays.

 

*He grins and shakes the troll's hand.*

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Haha, ya cold wind, Hestar.

*Turns into a shadow, and lets the dagger slide through nothing but air.. and darkness*

 

 

Heya dere, Viccky, how ya doin'?

Me be a master of da Shadows, but me no warlock, sorreh. Me wife be a Warlock, but she no seem ta be around. Good ting, she no likes me drinkin'.

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*Peering at the warlock, he slowly coats his blade with poison while looking to be in deep thought.*

 

A wielder of shadows, you say? Won't find anyone more professional than Arinomi himself... unless it is demon magic that you're looking for. And if so, noone here can help you.

 

*He turns again to Arinomi, grinning*

 

Still at the top of your game, I see. Not many priests I know could have foreseen that.

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*Peering at the warlock, he slowly coats his blade with poison while looking to be in deep thought.*

 

A wielder of shadows, you say? Won't find anyone more professional than Arinomi himself... unless it is demon magic that you're looking for. And if so, noone here can help you.

 

*He turns again to Arinomi, grinning*

 

Still at the top of your game, I see. Not many priests I know could have foreseen that.

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Ofcourse me be da best. Me gets rid of anehone dat seem ta be increasin' powah in da Shadows fastah dan me did. Get em young, me says.

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I'll give you two.

 

*Looks at Drakoni*

 

For one thing, you don't look like an assassin.

 

*He takes a swig of his beer, completely unphazed by the death threat.*

 

And the second... I could break you like a twig, if I was out for this troll's blood. But I am not.. so put the weapon down, and be civil.

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My apologies, Tauren. But my task is none of your concern.

 

*Putting his blade back in its sheathe, he drains his mug of ale and gets up.*

 

Now, if you'll excuse me.

 

*You see now that this man is infact undead. As he puts his cloak back on and leaves, you feel an odd shiver down your spine... Except for the empty beer mug on the desk, it is like he never was here at all.*

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