Drake, the human bartender, is serving drinks and ratings peanuts. He whistled as he cleans out the bottles and cracks the nuts. The tune he is whistling is very clearly the green dragon in jingle.
Ulfang walks over to the bar and orders some water
"How much would you pay for a skilled hand?"
*is he a huma?*
*Human, easterling*
"???"
He serves him the drink. “Nough’ for you to get by.” He cracks a peanut. “Lookin for work lad?”
Drake, the human bartender, is serving drinks and ratings peanuts. He whistled as he cleans out the bottles and cracks the nuts. The tune he is whistling is very clearly the green dragon in jingle.
Ulfang walks over to the bar and orders some water
"How much would you pay for a skilled hand?"
*is he a huma?*
*Human, easterling*
"???"
He serves him the drink. “Nough’ for you to get by.” He cracks a peanut. “Lookin for work lad?”
"I need something to get by, while I prepare to reclaim my crown."
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Drake, the human bartender, is serving drinks and ratings peanuts. He whistled as he cleans out the bottles and cracks the nuts. The tune he is whistling is very clearly the green dragon in jingle.
Ulfang walks over to the bar and orders some water
"How much would you pay for a skilled hand?"
*is he a huma?*
*Human, easterling*
"???"
He serves him the drink. “Nough’ for you to get by.” He cracks a peanut. “Lookin for work lad?”
"I need something to get by, while I prepare to reclaim my crown."
“Sounds… occupying. I’ll hire ya. I need the extra help anyway laddie.”
Drake, the human bartender, is serving drinks and ratings peanuts. He whistled as he cleans out the bottles and cracks the nuts. The tune he is whistling is very clearly the green dragon in jingle.
Ulfang walks over to the bar and orders some water
"How much would you pay for a skilled hand?"
*is he a huma?*
*Human, easterling*
"???"
He serves him the drink. “Nough’ for you to get by.” He cracks a peanut. “Lookin for work lad?”
"I need something to get by, while I prepare to reclaim my crown."
“Sounds… occupying. I’ll hire ya. I need the extra help anyway laddie.”
"I can hunt, I can gather, and I can do hard work... what is your name?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Drake, the human bartender, is serving drinks and ratings peanuts. He whistled as he cleans out the bottles and cracks the nuts. The tune he is whistling is very clearly the green dragon in jingle.
Ulfang walks over to the bar and orders some water
"How much would you pay for a skilled hand?"
*is he a huma?*
*Human, easterling*
"???"
He serves him the drink. “Nough’ for you to get by.” He cracks a peanut. “Lookin for work lad?”
"I need something to get by, while I prepare to reclaim my crown."
“Sounds… occupying. I’ll hire ya. I need the extra help anyway laddie.”
"I can hunt, I can gather, and I can do hard work... what is your name?"
“I’m Drake Athaër, son of Kane Athaër. Former rider of Rohan, at your service. Actually, you’re at mine.” He hands him a broom. “Just a little sweeping for now.”
"I am... I can spare the honorific now that I think of it. I am Ulfang." Ulfang grabs the broom and starts cleaning
"So... Rohan? The Western horse ridden, eh?"
“Yessir. Broke my shin, got too old. I decided to travel to this here tavern. I used to be doing just what your doing now, until the original bartender decided he was gonna confront the necromancer. What about you?”
Vestri chuckles a bit, remembering that he isn't the only lame bartender
"I was the chief of a might... easterling tribe as you would call us. Was over through when I broke with tradition, you can't refuse the power of the spirits."
"What is Rohan? Are the stories true? You ride the horses of the gods? That you can communicate via blood? That you massacred all of the settled people?"
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"I am whistling the Dance of the Fallen Star, Vestri. Also, my name's Friedrin. A ranger from the East, you might say. " Friedrin makes sure not to hit the roof. "What of you, hobbit?"
"I'm Halfast." He smiles. "It's nice to see a new face in these parts. How long will you be staying?"
"As long as need be, Halfast! I don't have a home to go to yet."
An Elf in shining battle armor walks into the tavern. He sheathes his sword and looks around. He settles in the elven section. He orders some light wine, his voice seems to float through the air, coming as a quiet whisper yet somehow distinguishable. "Thy tavern is interesting. Four separate sections in one room. Quite original. Who art thou?" He is speaking to all the Bartenders. Drake says from the Human sections: "Drake Athaer, son of Kane Athaer, at your service."
"What is Rohan? Are the stories true? You ride the horses of the gods? That you can communicate via blood? That you massacred all of the settled people?"
"Last I checked, Glinthad was not a horse of the gods. Unless you think of me as a god, hehe. And I don't communicate via blood. And I definitely didn't massacre the settled people. Good job sweeping lad. I will have thy payment in at least a fortnight"
Friedrin's jaw drops. "It's real? Gondolin? I thought it was just a myth! Pray, do say more!"
***Hawk, breaking 4th wall: "This is what happens when you invite nerds to the tavern." ***
"First rule about elves, nothing about them is a myth." He chuckles lightly, his voice is like music as it floats across the air (I'm trying to be on Tolkien's level of description) "Gondolin is magnificent, a silver city, filled with magic and elves, the sight of it fills thou eyes with wonder and delight, even if thou lived there an entire human life." His eyes sparkle as he thinks of his home land. He seems far off as he speaks of the legendary city.
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He serves him the drink. “Nough’ for you to get by.” He cracks a peanut. “Lookin for work lad?”
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"I need something to get by, while I prepare to reclaim my crown."
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“Sounds… occupying. I’ll hire ya. I need the extra help anyway laddie.”
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"I can hunt, I can gather, and I can do hard work... what is your name?"
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“I’m Drake Athaër, son of Kane Athaër. Former rider of Rohan, at your service. Actually, you’re at mine.” He hands him a broom. “Just a little sweeping for now.”
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"I am... I can spare the honorific now that I think of it. I am Ulfang." Ulfang grabs the broom and starts cleaning
"So... Rohan? The Western horse ridden, eh?"
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“Yessir. Broke my shin, got too old. I decided to travel to this here tavern. I used to be doing just what your doing now, until the original bartender decided he was gonna confront the necromancer. What about you?”
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Vestri chuckles a bit, remembering that he isn't the only lame bartender
"I was the chief of a might... easterling tribe as you would call us. Was over through when I broke with tradition, you can't refuse the power of the spirits."
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“Yes. This tavern truly is the connection point of all races.” Drake doesn’t like dwarves, he seems to not look him in the eye when he speaks
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"And all species, it looks like... So... I have only heard rumors of the western horse lord..."
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*gtg*
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"What is Rohan? Are the stories true? You ride the horses of the gods? That you can communicate via blood? That you massacred all of the settled people?"
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*BYE*
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"As long as need be, Halfast! I don't have a home to go to yet."
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An Elf in shining battle armor walks into the tavern. He sheathes his sword and looks around. He settles in the elven section. He orders some light wine, his voice seems to float through the air, coming as a quiet whisper yet somehow distinguishable. "Thy tavern is interesting. Four separate sections in one room. Quite original. Who art thou?" He is speaking to all the Bartenders. Drake says from the Human sections: "Drake Athaer, son of Kane Athaer, at your service."
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"I am Friedrin, and this is my hawk. Now, might I ask your name, stranger? For I am most curious to speak with an elf of the old ages."
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"Last I checked, Glinthad was not a horse of the gods. Unless you think of me as a god, hehe. And I don't communicate via blood. And I definitely didn't massacre the settled people. Good job sweeping lad. I will have thy payment in at least a fortnight"
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"I am Yavansuru. My name means The Autumn Wind. I come from Gondolin. Pleased to meet thou, Friedrin" He sips his wine and stirs it."
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Friedrin's jaw drops. "It's real? Gondolin? I thought it was just a myth! Pray, do say more!"
***Hawk, breaking 4th wall: "This is what happens when you invite nerds to the tavern." ***
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"First rule about elves, nothing about them is a myth." He chuckles lightly, his voice is like music as it floats across the air (I'm trying to be on Tolkien's level of description) "Gondolin is magnificent, a silver city, filled with magic and elves, the sight of it fills thou eyes with wonder and delight, even if thou lived there an entire human life." His eyes sparkle as he thinks of his home land. He seems far off as he speaks of the legendary city.
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