Standing just outside the open door, Griznuq peers in. His eyes slowly adjust to the lamp light, and he decides to step inside. He'd been to many establishments such as this before, the last of which Silven Crossroads - a place that sadly no longer exists. He was cautious about hanging his hat in a place before he knew it was safe.
Perhaps this would be the place he was looking for. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, he supposed to himself. Worst case, he'd find himself no worse off than he was that morning, wandering about.
He removed his wide brimmed hat and approached the bar.
Xathan leaned against the bar, glancing over at the new customer.
Wow, someone at the bar...it's been a while since we've actually had a patron.
"Welcome to the CBG, my good man! What can I get you?"
[ooc]Welcome to the CBG, Griznuq. We usually don't do IC here, but, since it /is/ a bar, I'm happy to improvize. I'm Xathan, I'll be your bartender today.[/ooc]
A tall man, dressed in a dark cloak leans against the far wall. Only his eyes are visible in the candle light, shimmering like azure orbs beneath the his hood. His eyes bore into the back of the newcomer; the rest of the bar is oblivious but the tall man dressed in a dark cloak is secretly smiling behind the veil of darkness. The tall man does not move from his position, he merely continues to stare, and smile, waiting to see what the newcomer will do next.
[ooc]Welcome to the CBG![/ooc]
"You would be wise to avoid the Special of the Day," calls out a figure, hidden in an elegantly designed scarlet cloak.
[ooc]Welcome! And Xathan, I think you mean IC.[/ooc]
A figure, previously huddled over his drink, looks up. His ragged clothes shift a bit, but he shows no intent of getting up. Instead, he looks over at the newcomer hoping only that he'll stay and join the group of rag-tag terra constructors.
[ooc]
Welcome, hope you find it to your liking here.
[/ooc]
Xathan shoots Higgs a rude gesture and a grin, finally drawing attention to his form: a slender blue humanoid, with four arms and two wings folded against his back. "Make all the jokes you want, but I make the best Gibbering Mouther stew this side of the Astral."
[ooc]Whoops. Yeah, I did.[/ooc]
A large, faceless, creature of many different apendedges crawling apon the ceiling eerily chuckles, then speaks a in cheerful melodic voice "You make the only Gibbering Mounter Stew this side of the Astral. But we admit, it is good, even if it puts up a fight."
[ooc]Welcome. The CBG is always looking for new talent and people seeking inspiration. Our ultimate goal i to provide an unlimited amount of dungeons, nymphs and trouble for our PCs to get into.[/ooc]
A grin flashes from underneath the scarlet hood. "You're the only one wacked enough to make a Gibbering Mouther, period!"
"Well," Griznuq said stepping up to the bar. He climbed into a stool, and pulled it close to the bar. He looked around the room, his eyes now adjusted and taking it all in. I've a funny feeling I've come to the right place he thought nodding his approval.
"A tall mug of grog and a rare slab of beef would be more than perfect... Also, I'm going to need a place to hang my coat. I believe I'll be staying a while.
[ooc]Thanks for the welcome folks! I'm looking forward to spending some time around here. I've already seen a few thigns I'm interested in, and I'm hoping that I'll have a little to contribute, myself!
I've got a few websites I run myself, also E107... I'm VERY interested in this out of character tag thingy going on here. My D&D group does a lot of In character discussion to develope story line when we can't get togehter, and something like this would be EXCELLENT...
A discussion for another time, perhaps.
I was looking for a particular form for hellos and such, but I didn't find one. Would this have been a thread better suited for a different forum?[/ooc]
... I'm Guinan...?
"A newcomer, eh? Haven't had one for a while now. This should be fun, neh?
[ooc] And to answer your question, there is a thread already set up for intros, but we like new stuff. Also, for correct placement, if this was intended as a forum game, as in a little fun thing for people to slack off w/, this is the right place. Otherwise, it would most likely go in the Play-by-post category.[/ooc]
With a sound that was incredibly close to a *KAWOOSH*, a man appear near a table, staggering into a table and falling heavily into a chair.
"I'm not too late for the Gibbering Mouther Stew, am I?"
[ooc]
Ahoy and welcome!
[/ooc]
"I was wondering when you'd show up! No, not late at all. By the way, we have ourselves a newcomer!" replies Higgs, flashing another grin from under the dark hood.
"Eh?" The man says, putting his zat gun away, "He's not a Gua'uld, is he?"
"Nay, I highly doubt that!" The man said, going back to huddling over an object on his table.
A pile of twigs shuffles in through the door and orders a drink.
That awful smell that followed you into the room suddenly starts singing.
I have no idea what it's on about. Go figure.
Silently the door swings open and a sleek figure steps in. Without making a sound the figure walks towards an isolated table in the back of the den. It wears a dark green elven robe, with dark blue ornaments and embroidered with intricate arcane patterns woven from mithril threads. Its face is covered under a dark hood, and the shadow seems deeper, almost alive under the hood, eating away every ray of light and obscuring its features. A magical coldness seems to follow in its tracks, and those who are passed by it suddenly feel goose bumps racing over their skin.
Calculating every move, the creature makes its way to the table and slowly sits down. After a few moments, Griznuq feels the creature's gaze focusing upon him. And although he can see no eyes - not even a face - he feels as if pierced by a thousand eyes. Then the creature speaks, and a harsh, raspy, and inhuman voice echoes hollowly through the den. "Welcome, Griznuq. I - we - have been waiting for you..."
[ooc]Welcome! :) I hope you have a good time here... and now hand over the cake! :yumm: :P ;) [/ooc]
A strange feeling Griznuq thought to himself. A year ago, this hollow voice and exposing gaze would have certain stricken him with fear. Today? He'd sooner share a drink with this shade than return to the road.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting," he said. [ooc]I was stuck behind a school bus![/ooc]
"Nope, no Goa'uld."
[ooc]You just had to go and sci-fi it up, didn't you SG? :D[/ooc]
The sticks take a long, deep swallow, and then sprawl back in the seat with a sigh.
Xathan looks around, mildly shocked for a moment.
Three months, no patrons, and today buisness goes through the roofQuote from: HiggsA grin flashes from underneath the scarlet hood. "You're the only one wacked enough to make a Gibbering Mouther, period!"
"Well," Griznuq said stepping up to the bar. He climbed into a stool, and pulled it close to the bar. He looked around the room, his eyes now adjusted and taking it all in. I've a funny feeling I've come to the right place he thought nodding his approval.
"A tall mug of grog and a rare slab of beef would be more than perfect... Also, I'm going to need a place to hang my coat. I believe I'll be staying a while'[/quote]With a sound that was incredibly close to a *KAWOOSH*, a man appear near a table, staggering into a table and falling heavily into a chair.
"I'm not too late for the Gibbering Mouther Stew, am I?"[/quote]Great Hells preserve me, but I need some help here!
Xathan goes in back for a moment, and then comes back out - followed by a metal replica of himself, forged of steel and inlaid with mithral runes. It looks somewhat dusty, and Xathan begins wiping a rag over it.
[ooc]That is the Bar Golem. To make things easier, when I'm not around to actively serve things, the Bar Golem gives you your drink and food.
The Dragon's Den is up in buisness. I'll have some menus up later.[/ooc]
Companion to a lonely song,
A melody the floor along
Begins to float, and sudden, where
No one had been, is standing there
A figure new upon the scene
That stands white-masked with face unseen.
He moves no more till music fades
And words with you now freely trades
"There be none here you need beware of,
For myself, you may call me Seraph."
"Damned rhyming couplets..." The man in the cloak says, for although he appears in what looked suspiciously like a stargate's event horixon, he's wearing what passes for normal clothes. "And damn Oxford accents!"
Something strange and odorous in the corner lets out a long groan and shifts, dislodging a few clumps of mud that fall to the floor.
[ooc]Hey thar. I'm Golem, and I'm IMPORTANT. Right?[/ooc]
The twigs unlimber and take a stroll around the floor. "Yeah, important, okay, whatever..." comes the thin, scratchy voice from the kindle.
On the chandelier, you see a small, bat-like creature with pulsing eyes, changing colors every so often while it reads. IT looks up from its book and exclaims,"Why hello there. You must be new to here. Why dont you try the Astral Insects & Rice Bowl?", he directs at Griznuq."They are quite juicy, but contrastingly crunchy as well. You know what..? I feel like having one. Xathan, would you please get me one?", says the bat-like animal as it flutters down to the counter.It then bursts off into song singing..."Welcome new member,
Hope you like it here,
Just don't let these guys,
Talk off your ear.
When we get annoying,
Which happens quite often,
Be annoying too,
And our hearts will soften.
If ever you're bored,
Just show up online,
We wash away boredom,
In absolutely no time."
"Thanks for the welcome, I think I shall like it here very much," the scruffy human said scratching at his stubbled neck.
Warm food, cold drink, and all the interesting people one could want to meet, Griz thought to himself. What better place to call home?