The Boar's Head Pub

[Trekkie]

I dived into the pub, grabbed my phaser from its pouch and yelled, "Eat radiation, Bat Boy!" Without really looking, I aimed it at everyone in the pub in turn, but without firing.
Several people screamed, gulped down their beer and dashed out of the pub.
"Where did he go?" I asked disappointedly.
Monty shrugged and ordered another beer. "Ah, he probably went back to his home or something."
VampiricDread licked his lips before taking another swig of beer himself. "You've gotta admit, it was a shame. I wanted to slay it myself."
Despite this, I smiled. "Oh well, at least I'm safe. I'm a Vulcan and vampires don't drink green blood."
Drago, nearly falling off his stool with laughter, sneers, "Will you phone the Enterprise for help?"
I grinned, sat down and ordered a grenadine and lime drink. I knew that my Starfleet communicator wouldn't pick up any signals in this RuneSword world.
After I'd finished the drink, I murmured, "I really wanted to kill that vampire, you know. I would have become famous, or earned a reward. But I suppose, in this world, only men are allowed to kill vampires."
As soon as I had said that, a blonde-haired sixteen-year-old girl kicked the door down and ran up to the bar. "Have you seen Xander and Willow anywhere?" she asked.

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[Argh]

At that moment, just as things seemed to be calming down, Bargehead the Garrolous Dwarf stood up, shaking the remains of his(lousy) beer out of his beard with great vigor.

He suddenly looked at the elven lord with perspicacious(don't ask) eyes and said, "Haven't we met before, boyo?"

The steadily growing crowd of adventurers, some of whom were actually sitting on one another's laps at this point to get to the table, sat and stared at this new arrival. Drago whispered something funny to VampiricDread, who chuckled as the elven lord looked at Bargehead quizzically and said, "Well, I don't normally associate with your. . . people. . . but somehow you seem familiar. . ."

Bargehead scowled and said, "Well, of course I look familiar, boyo! Why, Last time we met, I seem to recall hauling you out of a pit full of Goblins. . . or have you forgotten?"

"Oh, you're that stump- er, Dwarf! Why, I haven't seen you since we Last went searching for the Gem of EverLasting Sunshine. . . say, I was just about to start talking about the new Quest I'm putting together. . ."

"Well, Last time weren't bad, laddy, what with all the killin' and treasures and all- alrighty, let's hear what you're planning now." Bargehead settled back on one of the wooden chairs, ordered a new beer and nodded as the elven lord started speaking about. . .

[monty]

Monty got comfy. He was always one to help out. He looked around at those gathered around and was glad to see all the differences. Even a few human women were here. Monty looked around for Lady Pendragon.
"Wonder where's gotten off to?"
He scratched absentmindedly at the tattoo on his left shoulder and took another squirt (very small this time!) from his wineskin before offering it around the table.


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[VampiricDread]

"Master BargeHead, please join us, and help us follow that tale of yours, shared with the elves. I'm sure we're all curious of a party of elvenkin and dwarvenkin working together."

Monty chuckled and grabbed a pitcher of the ale from a passerby maiden, to the distressed looking of disapproval of Ilfred.

"Well, Elf and Dwarf. You seem to have a tale to share. I'm not going anywhere now, and I'm pretty sure the Plebeian Lord next to me is also very much interested. Please ellucidate and ellaborate on your previous statements, if you will."

After a pause, I added "If you tell us your tale, we might give you some insight into the Eorian valley."
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I wish I had more time to adventure...

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[Drago]

He drank some of Monty's wine. "Quite good, did you make it yourself?" Drago said. Monty replied, "no, it was made by a group of monks from Argos. This fine wine was given to me as a reward for defending their monastery from a group of thieves." This is a robust, exquisite wine Drago thought to himself. It reminded him of his wine cellar back home.

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"My soul to nothingness: but I will strive against all doubtings, and will keep alive..." ~ John Keats's Sleep and Poetry

[Downunder Tom]

Downuner Tom, A Kender from a another land enters the pub watching a Gaul thief fleecing all the pubs customers with a shell game, The owner comes over and asks him to leave but but he refuses, the owner calls over his bouncer, a two headed ogre to throw the thief out on this ear. The owners says to me that he does not mind people running games in his pub as long as they don't give the pub a bad name. In one corners a twoup type game and a another a spin the bottle are running.

Tom


(Just a little bit of fun!}

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[monty]

Monty waves a greeting to Downunder Tom. It's been a while since Monty has been in Tom's neck of the woods, but he'll always have a spot in his heart for anywhere that the Southern cross shines on.

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