Yikes! Bar With A Name Too Long And Crazy That Was Made For RPGers! (and sure, fun)

[YayGollum]

Hi. My name is Amon Rudh. I'm a hill featured in The Silmarillion. I'm a pretty big hill with some red growing things on top. Most people say I look good when the sun hits them. Anyways, I've been pretty bored until recently, since this short Beorning named Truor Tupnm showed up.

He was walking next to a white horse named Anthrax, having a quiet conversation with him, had a raven named Shadowflaps on his shoulder, squawking at him, and a poor excuse for a giant eagle (named Knockondor) hovering over him, occassionally swooping lower to add an opinion of his own. When they saw me, Shadowflaps flew around and discovered the entrance some Dwarves had put in a while ago. They stayed for a while, had fun exploring, and collected all of the little treasures the Dwarves had made from bits of me. I guess that this group had nothing better to do, so they explored the area around me and made the entrance more noticeable.

After a while, it seemed as if they were going to leave until the one day when this wagon showed up. Written on both sides were the words ---> Trahald's Itinerant Armoury and Apothecary (in big and fancy letters) and ---> And Toyshop! (in simple and bold letters). The wagon was being driven by a black corsair of Umbar looking guy whipping a huge brown horse forward. Tied to the back was a gold and white pony. Shadowflaps alerted Truor, who sauntered out to greet what he thought was just another average peddler.

Out of the back of the wagon came a huge, half scary, half harmless looking hulk of a human and a simple looking Dwarf. They introduced themselves as Trahald, Tolir, and Boffin. Trahald seemed very interested in me. Always talking about grand ideas he had for converting me into different businesses. The birds seemed excited about sharing a profit, Tolir and Boffin would go along with anything Trahald said, Anthrax had already made friends with Tolir's horse Fred and Boffin's pony Pooftop, and Truor was always ready to try something new, so they all started to work on me.

Now I am the home of the Burning Eyed Silver Eagle And Sapphire Chromed Weeping Chicken Dragon Child Outcast's Haven Inn, Bar, Pub, Tavern, And Narcissus Lounge. There are plenty of rooms for plenty of sizes, plenty of rafters for plenty of birds, and plenty of space in the stable.

Trahald had wanted to advertise the bar section as a single's bar, preparing to prey off the passions of other people (Always avoid alliteration? Ah, well.), but Truor convinced him to settle for just a few honeymoon suites and a romantically lit section of the lounge (lots of gems in the walls and some low light. Ick!).

A few days before we opened, an orc showed up, looking for shelter. Knockondor was about to fly down and eat him, but Trahald welcomed him, hoping that this would help with the diversity of customers. The orc said his name was Bugburz and talked about how pitiful he was, which of course made Truor give him a job.

I am now open for business. Trahald and Bugburz are sometimes cooks and sometimes bartenders. Truor can do both, but just likes to stay in the lounge, hoping for good stories. Knockondor and Shadowflaps pace on their perches, waiting for people to hire them to deliver messages or packages. Tolir is grudgingly taking on the role of bouncer, while Boffin has fun with doodling in the guestbook at the inn.

There's a board at the door with lots of knives in it. There's only one note right now. ---> "Welcome to the Burning Eyed Silver Eagle And Sapphire Chromed Weeping Chicken Dragon Child Outcast's Haven Inn, Bar, Pub, Tavern, And Narcissus Lounge!

Collect all 5 of our quality Dwarven made drinking vessels when you purchase these drinks! --->

Corsair Colada! (shaped like a boat),

Saruman Screwdriver! (Orthanc),

Mallorn Martini! (a mallorn. What else?),

Fuzzy Eyeball! (a palantir),

and v&f! (Vodka and fish! A Beorning specialty! Shaped like a fish!)

All of our other drinks come with our logo on them! Yay!

We are hiring beings for all positions! Talk to Truor or Trahald if you can be a cook, 'tender, bouncer, innkeeper, or entertainer!"

OOC: Okay, dudes. More than one person helped me out with ideas for this place, and since it'd take a while for me to remember all of those names, you can just assume that I came up with everything unless one of them shows up and says, "Argh! Where's my recognition?"

Anyways, the main reason that this bar is around is, sure, entertainment, I guess, but also to help people out with RPG character development. The main place for that is the Narcissus Lounge. No, I won't be developing the character of Amon Rudh. I just wanted to let the walls talk for once. Let me see here. You could tell how a certain RPG went in your character's eyes. You could tell a story that you made specifically for your RPG character. Or you could just be yourself and offer some constructive critisism for other people.

Whatever you want. If you think that you're the greatest RPGer of all time and need no help at all, Fine! I could always use help with my characters! This would be a good place for people to try out or throw away new characters before they embarrass themselves in an RPG. Why not? This could be a good place to incorporate weird and new things into our LOTR RPG universe. This could be a good place for IC or OOC discussions about different RPGs. I was planning on ranting and bragging all over the place in here anyways. oh well. I gots to remember that this is just a bar. I can't wait to see the entrances of the people that actually read all of this! Did I overdo it? :rolleyes: Well, Yay for me finally getting around to typing this up, but now I gots to go! Have fun!

[omnipotent_elf]

ooh, ooh, can i have a mug, can i have a mug!!!!??????

[Neffie]

*Neffie stepped through the front doors and paused for a moment to look around, pulling her cloak tightly around her. She looked over at the board and read its content and then seated herself in a comfy chair by the fire, she waves over the first person who walks by.* Can I get a Corsair Colada please oh and a Jones Soda :)

[Mablung]

Mablung walks through the door and bangs his head on the sign with the name of the bar on it since it is so long. Staggering he gets up ducking this time and enters in. Then he takes a seat and waves the bartender over. "A Saruman Scredriver sounds good right about now."

[chrysophalax]

A weary Dragon lands outside the door to the Inn and collapses under the shade tree outside. She has been looking for a new home ever since her mistress abondoned her. Having finally exhausted herself, she hoped that at last, her search had ended and the proprietor would welcome her, knowing her for the intelligent beast she is.

[YayGollum]

Trahald hears the crazy elf ---> "A mug you say, obviously Omnipotent_elf? What drink would you like? I'm not psychic like some of you!"

Truor hears the Neffie person ---> "Corsair Colada. Jones Soda. Got it. Argh! Trahald! Did you just hear this crazy lady's order? Hurry up! What am I paying you for?"

Bugburz serves the Mablung guy, looks at Trahald to make sure he's watching, and tries some politeness ---> "Saruman Screwdriver! Good choice, sir! My favorite!" *throws his arms in the air and stalks off* "Garn! Ick! Why me? I should own this place!"

Tolir notices the giant lizard outside ---> "What is that? It's on the welcome mat!" *runs inside, forgetting that he's a bouncer*

[chrysophalax]

Overhearing the giant oaf who had just run outside, she nipped at his heels. "Lizard, indeed! I am a Dragon, for your information, human! Tell your owner that I would like to speak with him."

[YayGollum]

*Trahald gets all three people's drinks and shoos Bugburz off to the kitchen, Tolir looks at the dragon skeptically, but taps Truor on the shoulder* "Excuse me, sir, but something...I mean someone just asked for you."

*points to the small dragon, which Truor steps back to take in for a while* "Huh. A dragon coming to my bar? All right, this is an Outcast's haven. There are probably people trying to kill him like your average orc. What do you need?"

[Maedhros]

Greetings. I have come a long way and I' lost. In here I will find the answer to the question that I seek?:confused:

[chrysophalax]

The Dragon eyed the Man skeptically. "My mistress Narya disappeared recently and I have been in search of a new place to reside. This one will do nicely..... :D Any snacks around??"


Glancing at the new arrival, she cocked her head to one side. "What is your question, friend Elf?"

[YayGollum]

*after depositing Truor in front of the dragon, Tolir stomps back to his post where he meets the Maedhros person* "Do you really expect to get an answer to a question like that? Now, unless you explain what you're looking for, I don't think we can be very helpful." *backs up with a start* "Oh, I'm sorry. You must be looking for someone who does understand you. Ah, yes, I did see an elf walk over to the bar a while ago."

Truor, distractedly to the dragon ---> "Mistress Narya dissappeared, you say? Fascinating! You need a new place to stay. Thanks for coming. What? Oh, snacks? I don't know what kind of snacks a dragon would like that I'd permit here." *wanders off to get himself a v&f, muttering to himself about the many problems of dealing with customers that like to eat meat he'd usually talk to,

but Bugburz sees a chance to do his job while breaking rules* "Ar! Dragon! Over here! You want meat? I got some Dwarves recently. Shhh!"

[greypilgrim]

Agar a man from Harad is walking up towards the place. He sees the sign, hears voices inside, and says "At last, I am here."
Looking quite dejected and tired from a long journey, he goes in and plops down at the bar. "My head aches, and I need a drink! A Fuzzy Eyeball, please. And a regular ol' sandwich!"
Hopes to get a nice collectable mug or something with his purchase.

[chrysophalax]

Looking with disgust at the grungy orc, Chrysophalax snorted. "Dwarf? ICK! My mistress Narya alway gave me roast lamb...although I, uh...don't suppose you might have stumbled across a nice tender bit of Elf?" She began to drool hopefully on the welcome mat.

[YayGollum]

*Trahald sees Truor wander back to the lounge and approvingly watches Bugburz advertising meat that Truor wouldn't want here, then turns to the human* "Welcome, my good man! A Fuzzy Eyeball coming right up!" *plunks the drink in front of the dude, then sets a decorative napkin Boffin tried his best at for the dude's roast beef sandwich* "Phew! Come far to get here? We are out of the way, but hey, that ensures some interesting customers!"

*Bugburz looks dissappointed when the dragon declines the Dwarf, but decides that it'll taste better in his belly anyways* "Roast lamb? Now, that's ICK! Sure you wouldn't want it raw? I could find some fast enough. An elf is a different story. If I run into one, I'll tell you. Nar! It wouldn't be smart for me to kill off our customers yet!"

[greypilgrim]

Agar gobbles down the sandwich, wiping the sauce off his chin with the napkin. "There are many interesting customers here, already, Trahald! Your ideas for the place are interesting as well! It is good to see men in here. Others are strange to me. I don't understand, will the dragon continue to be served outside? I would like to speak to the dragon. Perhaps Bugburz, he will send a message to him? Yes?"*looks around at the dwarves, beorning-Truor, and the dragon right outside the frontdoor*
"What else is there to do here?"

[YayGollum]

*Trahald indicates the rafters above their heads where the raven Shadowflaps and the giant eagle Knockondor are perched* "Those two are advertising themselves as a messenger and delivery service, but since we're only talking about right out front, you could talk to the dragon yourself. If not, I'm sure that either of them would be happy to deliver a message for free. What else is there to do here? Well, we are looking for entertainment." *points over to Truor in the lounge* "See that guy over there? He's been dying for some storytellers to show up. Got any talents? We'd pay you, of course."

[chrysophalax]

"The Dragon" can hear what you say, human." Chrys sticks her head in the door. "I am accustomed to remaining outside human dwellings as my size can be rather destructive. If you wish to speak with me, come...I would be delighted to speak with you!'

[Neffie]

*Neffie remains in her seat watching the many strangers come in with interest. She sips on her Jones, her other drink she had given to her fairy dragon perched on her shoulder.* Any music in here?

[greypilgrim]

Agar gazes in awe upon the magnificent head of the Dragon, Chrysophalax, filling the doorway. *looks at Trahald* Perhaps I will have a story to tell soon" he said, glancing past Bugburz towards Truor in the Lounge. *orders whatever Chrysophalax is drinking, and one for her (or him?)* Agar then removes the napkin made into a note from Shadowflap's foot and walks to the doorway.

[greypilgrim]

I guess I called Shadowflaps to me me somehow.:D
Agar walks over the floor toward Chrysophalax, not wanting to look into either of the Dragon-eyes looking at him, and brings the drinks with him, on a tray. He likes the decor inside Amon Rudh, and decides to pick up an application for employment here.

[chrysophalax]

"How civilized of you, human! My thanks!" Chrys accepts the proffered drink and settled down in the door-way comfortably. "Perhaps you know my mate, Magnus? He is a memeber of Dark Legion as I perceive you are." She looked at the human curiously, wondering why he avoided eye contact. "Silly thing, don't they know it's all in the voice?"

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Enters, looking around.*

Hmmm, this place seems familiar. Oh well. Do you have salty cookies?

[YayGollum]

*Knockondor, being superly bored, leans down to the Neffie person* "Hey there, customer! No, we don't have any kind of entertainment yet. I would go up on stage to sing for you all, but humans don't usually like eagle singing voices. For some crazy reason! I don't know. Why? Do you know anyone we could hire? How about you?"

*Trahald dismisses Bugburz when he asks for some time off to find some sheep, then pays attention to the elf lady* "What's that, my dear? Salty cookies? An interesting selection. I'll see if I can whip some up for you. Boffin, get over here! You're not doing anything at that desk! Go make some more cookies the way you did when I told you that you were forbidden to ever go in my kitchen again! Remember that? With your secret ingredient? We have plenty of salt back there. Hurry up!"

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Smiles at the prospect of salty cookies, then sits down, observing everyone else.*

[Neffie]

haha me sing? Sure thing. Don't know any entertainers, but I can hook you up with a jukebox for free

[greypilgrim]

Agar sits down upon a stool next to Chrysophalax's head, as she is blocking the entire doorway with her vast Dragon form.
"It is my honor!! As to your first question, The answer is no. I have not met this being, Magnus, yet. And also I have heard many strange tales told of your kind in my homelands, of your strengths and weaknesses. But I wished to ask you a question myself!! Isn't that funny." Sips the drink and looks at your big, toothy grin.

[YayGollum]

*Boffin trundles out to Trahald with a tray full of misshapen cookies* "Here you are! I even brought extra salt! It's not bad!" *after setting the tray up on the counter close to the elf lady, he produces a salt shaker from some pocket and holds it out for her, Trahald glances at the cookies, but after setting a few on a plate for the lady and sticking the tray under the counter, he turns his nose up at them and watches the eagle talk to the Neffie person*

Knockondor ---> "Jukebox? Never heard of it, but why not? If it's a good jukebox, I'll take it. Hey, what is a jukebox, lady?"

[omnipotent_elf]

*looks content on table with a mug full of plain old beer*

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Grins at Trahald's distaste, then tries a cookie*

"They're not too bad, a little overcooked, but salt covers a multitude of imperfections."

[YayGollum]

*Boffin tries a cookie of his own* "Blech! I mean, oh, Yum! They're all yours!" *screws his face up with disgust, then drinks a few glasses of water to get the evil taste out of his mouth*

*Bugburz tugs on the tail of the dragon in the way of the front door, holding a couple of small lambs* "Ar! Dragon! I brought them alive! You're sure you don't want them raw?"

[chrysophalax]

She snapped irritably at the offensive orc who would dare to pull her tail. "No! I'm used to them roasted and with some herbs on the side...good for digestion."

Turning back to the human, Chrys stretched and displayed all her fore-claws. "Ye-es? Your question?"

[YayGollum]

*Bugburz cringes when the dragon snaps at him, but by the time he looks up again, she's talking to some human, so he starts walking to the back door where Truor won't see him come in with the lambs* grumbling to himself ---> "Roasted with herbs on the side? Didn't know dragons had always been so picky! Huh. Must be the bad reputation."

[Neffie]

A Jukebox is this crazy device from the future they use to play music. Saves paying for entertainers I say! I use it at another tavern I co-own, except its kind of possessed....*Takes another sip from her Jones and realizes it is empty.* Hey could I get another one of these?

[greypilgrim]

Agar looked at the fore-claws of Chrysophalax like he was jealous of her having them. "Please, tell me how a dragon might fare, alone against a city of people, in pitched battle, even if 50,000 men were defending it? And what could so many men do against such fierce power as yours, even though it is just one dragon weilding the power?
Also, can a long-dead Dragon be resurrected?"

Agar is building up the courage to ask for a ride....sips many times on his drink...thinking of what job to apply for.

[chrysophalax]

Chrys raised a scaly eye-brow. "I have heard of a long-dead were-wolf having been resurrected, (see RPG Depths of Despair), yet I know of none capable in this time of resurrecting one of we Uruloki. As to such numbers against on of us, well, you have but to look at that great bungler, Smaug. He allowed one human to bring him down! Shameful! There are no Great Wyrms now, except my Magnus. Perhaps you could speak to him?"

She readjusted her self more comfortably. She rather liked this human. "Now our ancient sires Ancalagon, Glaurung and others of their broods were capable of great devastation, but even they would never win against such great odds alone."

[greypilgrim]

Maybe the drinks made him do it, maybe anything... Agar's eyes slowly raised up to meet the dragon's one eye that was looking at him. "Surely I have heard tales of your Grand sires, and of their feats, and ruin. Eh, I had though so... Yet they were up against more powerful enemies than men, during their most magnificent devastations...." Agar remembered Chryso's words....
He wished to summon one, alive or dead.
"Smaug was a fool. But this Magnus-Uruloki, where does he roam the skies? Does he lie upon a bed of gold somewhere, or something?"
Sips more of his drink, wants another one. Also would like to hear a band playing some music.

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Listens to interesting conversation between Agar and Chrys, then sighs*

"Is there a tale-teller here?"

[chrysophalax]

Chrys narrowed her eyes at the human. "Our lair is a secret place, as all Dragon-lairs are. He can usually be found near Erebor, though he has been known to fly the entire length of the Misty Mountains. His feats are legend and he is greatly feared even among his allies of the Dark Legion.

She taps her claws impatiently..."WHERE IS THAT ORC WITH MY LAMB?" The messengers in the rafters flutter in alarm and Knockondor goes to find said orc, whom he would like to eat anyway.

[greypilgrim]

"I'll be there in a minute." Agar said, across the area to The Elf Herself.

[YayGollum]

*Bugburz stalks out, lugging a huge tray full of roasted lamb, Trahald looks at the thing with all kinds of surprise, wondering how the crazy orc could make it look so nice, Knockondor flies back out to talk to that Neffie person* "What's that? A possessed jukebox? And we'd get it for free? Good deal! Bring it over! Where is this bar of yours?"

Bugburz to the evil dragon ---> "Your lamb, your scaliness!" *stomps off, thinking very privately to himself in a very small voice in his head that the lamb didn't smell too bad, but the voice is quickly obliterated with the black hole that is his conscience*


Trahald to the elf lady ---> "Tale-teller? I'm sure there are plenty! Any of the people working here could be a tale-teller, but we were kind of hoping to hire someone to do that for us."

[chrysophalax]

Drooling copiously, Chrys gestured for the human to stand aside and dragged the lamb, with accompanying fennel, dill and mint jelly, outside and in a matter of moments devoured the entire platter-ful. Her jaws dripping with caraway seed and entrails she smiled a satisfied smile, turning the stomachs of all the patrons in the bar. Rolling onto her side in the sun, she settled into a sated slumber.

[greypilgrim]

Agar watched Chryso eat her dragon-breakfast, in awe. He then walked over to where The Elf Herself was sitting, tripping over the floor as he did so. *bumps into the table* "Oh! Excuse me!" he said. "I heard you say you wished to hear a tale of sorts, I think." Agar looks puzzled. "Well, I like tales myself! And would care to sit here with you and make up one!" *very drunk*.
"But first...
I gotta fill out my.. aplicaashion..." :rolleyes: :rolleyes: "Knockondoor!"
He was thinking of the position of story-teller when he passed out from the two drinks.

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Studies Agar with slight interest, as when he passed out he fell on her shoes*

Ummm, anyone else? I know a few tales myself, but I'm always eager to hear others.

[YayGollum]

*Knockondor hears the Agar person wail his name before passing out, he casually looks over and decides that the dude isn't worth his time,

Trahald, on the other hand, sees a great opportunity to show off his usefulness, he jumps over the bar to see what's wrong with the dude, but after seeing that he just knocked himself unconscious while walking drunkenly, he gets Tolir to take the dude into one of the inn's rooms,

Truor, being superly bored, walks over to the elf lady and sits down at her table* "Greetings, elf lady! Having fun? I heard you asking about story tellers. You could ask any of the people who already work here. Boffin over there knows a lot about elf mythology. Tolir knows a little human mythology and has a few stories of his own. Bugburz? Well, I don't even know about Bugburz. He gave me a convincing story on why he's so pitiful. Trahald the Tainted, though he won't like me calling him that has plenty of good stories. That eagle up there is full of tall tales about himself. Not one of them is true, but they are entertaining. I could always step up to the stage and say a few things. Nothing of much interest, though. I was hoping to hire a professional, but that's all we have in the meantime. If you have something to say, I'd be happy to hear it, though!"

[Elbereth]

A woman hidden in a hood of deep midnight enters the bar and takes a seat near the fire to warm herself. Then calling over the bartender, she quietly asks for a glass of Brandy wine.

[The-Elf-Herself]

*smiles*

"No thanks. I'm not in a story-telling mood. All the people I know who are good at it currently have employment elsewhere."

*Looks at the latest costumer, walks over to greet her and ask if she knows any tales.*

[Neffie]

My tavern? Its on the road between Rohan and Gondor. Called Destiny Stone Haven. I have no idea how it got possessed though, I think that crazy repair man I had in the other day did something to it. Maybe he was a wizard in disguise. Anyways, do you really want it? I've been trying to get rid of that thing but it seems to like playing songs nobody likes when it decides to and therefore no one will take it, not even for free! I had this one guy go running out the door screaming about spirits lurking about or something. Bad for business you know. Its not that bad. Just have to whack it once in a while. Or maybe someone here knows how to unpossess it. *Looks around the bar.*

[YayGollum]

*Bugburz slinks over to the mysteriously cloaked lady with her drink while obviously trying to see who she is*

*after that elf lady leaves him, Truor sighs, wonders if he'll ever get to hear anything interesting, then takes over for Trahald behind the bar*

*when Truor lets him leave the bar, Trahald walks over to Knockondor and the Neffie person* "What's this I'm hearing about a possessed jukebox? Why would we want something that'll make customers leave?" *Knockondor jumps down to the floor, trying to look intimidating* "Back off, weaselly bartender! This is my first business deal and I think having a possessed jukebox would be fun! Yes, lady, I will take that jukebox off your hands! Truor won't mind." :rolleyes:

[Neffie]

*Looks back and forth between the crazy eagle and Corsair.* I don't want to give it to you if that means getting in trouble. But I heard someone here was a good at making/fixing things.

[YayGollum]

Knockondor ---> "Oh, don't even worry about it. I won't get in trouble. Truor's the owner here and I'm his best friend. No, wait. Mentor. Yeah, I'm his mentor. I practically raised the guy! He won't mind if I take this strange machine off your hands. Someone's good at making/fixing things? Well, I am the most talented of the northern Misty Mountain giant eagles, but wouldn't a possessed jukebox be more fun? Go on, go get it. Should I go get it? I am the strongest flyer of the northern Misty Mountain giant eagles, you know." *Trahald gets sick of Knockondor and goes to check on the dragon outside*

[Neffie]

Ok! I'll be back in a bit! *Pulls out her pouch and pays for her drinks. She then heads out the bar with Maline gliding abover her.*

[Liat_ravensong]

Two elves wander into the room one female with long black hair & a large scar down her left cheek the other male & fair haired.
Walking over to the bar the female elf cries" i don't care if you already have entertainment but i NEED a job & i can tell stories, play the flute superbly & sing...though not all at the same time!:p
please please can i have a job?!look i'm good!" pulls out a flute & plays a rousing jig before stopping & smiling appealing. " oh & i'm very good with animals! as is Tauron" indicates male elf who is now devoirind a ham sandwich like it was his first meal in months!
seeing the sandwich she gasps " FOOD! i haven't seen that in days, give me every thing you've got & i'll pay when i've finished!" Exausted after this outburst she staggers over to a table & collapses into a chair, eagerly awaiting a reply to the offer of service.

[Neffie]

*Neffie comes back inside and heads over to Knockondor.* Ok, the jukebox is in the wagon outside. You can take it from here!

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Looks around at the crazy elves*

Ummm, okay. Well, looks like you have two options now.

[greypilgrim]

Agar wakes up with a pounding headache. He drinks, but the Fuzzy Eyeball overdid it. After sitting up in bed slowly he says, "Oooh...my head!"
*decides to sleep in for the rest of the day.*
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

[YayGollum]

*with Bugburz watching the bar, Truor heads over to the two crazy elves with a tray of Beorning honey cakes and some v&f* "You both want jobs here?" to the lady ---> "You say you're a storyteller, singer, and player of the flute. Sure, we could use one of those. You're hired. Get to work. But first..." to both ---> "You say you're both good with animals. Why would I need people like that in a bar? How many animals actually show up in bars?"

*Knockondor pokes his head outside, finds the wagon and the jukebox, gets Tolir to carry the thing in, then talks to the Neffie person again* "Crazy looking thing you've got there! Show me how it works and I'll take it off your hands!"

[Neffie]

Sure thing. *Goes over to the jukebox.* You see first you hit this button to turn it on. *Pushes button and little beeps can be heard.* Then when you want to play a song you press the letter of the cd and the number of the song you want from the list here. *Pushes the letter E and the number 10 and the song Falling Down by Avril Lavigne starts playing.*

[The-Elf-Herself]

*cringes*

Not Avril Lavigne again! Nothing against her, but the radio stations have been playing her to death.

*Sees curious glances*

Uh, sorry.

[YayGollum]

*Knockondor approaches the crazy machine warily, and since he can't read, he punches a couple of random buttons and gets that scary yellow submarine song* "Hm. Scary song, but I don't see how it's possessed. Thanks a lot! We'll take it!" *Truor looks up from the table with the two elves and decides to ask the crazy bird what he did later*

[greypilgrim]

The music awakened Agar. He gets out of bed and walks back towards the barroom. Seeing the jukebox there, his eyes widen in amazement.
He waits for Knockondoor's song to end, then pushes some random buttons. JLo's "Jenny from the Block" comes on, and he starts to nod his head as he shuffles across the floor towards TheElfHerself.
"Still interseted in stories?" he asks her. "So am I! Shall we go and talk to Trour now? First I would like to eat. Are you hungry?"

[The-Elf-Herself]

*shakes head*

Nah, I don't eat much. I've already talked to Truor, think I'm going to ask Knock for a tale. I'm in the mood for humor.

[Neffie]

*Looks at Knock wondering how he managed to pick the one song she couldn't stand and then shrugs it off.* Its possessed, just wait. *Just then the song suddenly switches in the middle to Michael Jackson. Neffie kicks the bottom of the jukebox and the song goes back to where it had left off in the other song.* See what I mean.

[YayGollum]

"Oh, that's not too bad. Looks like it just does whatever it wants. I'd like to leave the thing alone and see which songs it plays the most. oh well. This'll do fine until we get some live entertainment." *tries to use the jukebox as a perch, but keeps sliding off, then just decides to perch on a wooden beam where he can watch the scary dragon from a safe distance* "Yikes! Huh. Wonder if I should go out and mess with it, since it's asleep. What giant eagle has ever had a chance to mess with a sleeping dragon before?" :rolleyes:

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Hears this comment and grins. Struggles to keep a straight face as she asks Knock the following:*

"I've heard you have many tales of great deeds. Would you tell me a few?"

[YayGollum]

*tears his eyes away from sleeping dragon after coming up with a few evil things to do* "Hm? Of course! I'd be happy to! Wait. Who told you that? I hope they weren't just messing with me." *looks around suspiciously at pretty much everybody* "oh well. Yes, I have plenty of stories to tell! All about me and my many heroic adventures! See that short Beorning over there? I've saved his life too many times to count! Let me see here. I'd better get up on stage for this!" *glides over the Narcissus Lounge (called that for a good reason!) where he makes a show of warming up his voice to tell some tall tale*

[greypilgrim]

Agar heads over to sit at the bar again. "A Fuzzy Eyeball and some eggs, please!" he says.
*Looks around the place*
"Sheesh, where are the humans?" he says under his breath.
"Scrambled, thanks."

[HobbitGirl]

A brown haired, freckeled-skinned woman in her early twenties and a dark haired, dark skinned girl in her mid teens walk up to the tavren. After cautiously avoiding the sleeping dragon on thier way to the entrance and nearly tripping over the jukebox in the doorway the pair make it into the building and look around. They settle themselves by the fire. The brown haired woman, who is called Fiara, calls out, "A rasberry lemonade, please, and a rootbeer for my friend Resbrita here." The teenage girl slumps into her chair and shyly avoids looking at the other patrons, and the young woman puts her feet on the coffee table in front of her and chuckles at the craziness going on around her.

[Neffie]

*Goes over and takes her seat again, watching Knock on stage.* Oh boy, what are we in for now. I second that order of scrambled eggs please! *She suddenly realized Maline had disappeared and found the fairy dragon curled up on the jukebox again. Neffie gets up and picks Maline up and takes her back to the seat, ducking a breath of fire.* Now now Maline, thats not ours anymore.

[YayGollum]

*Bugburz calls Trahald back over to make some scrambled eggs while he gets a Fuzzy Eyeball for this person and grumbles about people who don't like raw eggses* "What's this world coming to? Have humans always been this way? Garn! Glad I missed it! Take your drink, uh, sir."

*after Trahald hands the scrambled eggs to the Agar person, he quickly whips up the drinks those two new ladies ordered from some crazy table near the fire and bows to them while handing the drinks over* "Welcome, fair maidens, to my humble tavern! Do you require anything further to make your stay any more pleasant?" *motions for Tolir to get the jukebox out of the way of the door*

*after Tolir moves the jukebox over to a superly noticeable corner, he hears the second order of scrambled eggses and relays it to Bugburz who tries his best at it and adds lots of butter and pepper to hide what might turn out to be a bad taste, Tolir looks at the eggses warily, but serves them to the Neffie person and heads back to the door*

Knockondor, pacing all over the stage, trying to replay scenes in his head ---> "Let me see here. I am the son of the current lord of the eagles! The only son, mind you! Yes, I am royalty! Just like Truor over there! Yes, he's the king of the Beornings! My tale is not for the faint of heart! It is full of tragedy and horror! And uh, impossible odds! Yeah, and no comedy! Nothing funny about me! I am fearsome and should be greatly respected!"

*he gets a little peeved when Truor rants at him for mentioning his name, but jumps off the stage to shut him up when he starts laughing at his introduction*

[HobbitGirl]

"Thank you sir!" Fiara says to the man who brought the drinks. "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Fiara, one of the Rangers, and my shy young friend here is Resbrita the Wanderer. And what is your name, may I ask?"

[YayGollum]

"I am Trahald, just a peddler turned pub owner. Well, it is an honor to have you here, my dears. A Ranger and a, what was it? Wanderer? If you're not too shy for the stage, you might want to try telling a few tales. My co-owner Truor over there is always eager to hear something new." *motions over to Truor, who's fighting the eagle off at the moment*

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Watches the fight, laughing*

Um, maybe I shouldn't have asked for that tale. Oh well.

*Looks over at Fiara*

Yeah, maybe you should. As of right now, might be a good idea for someone to break them up.

*Motions to where the fight is still going on*

[greypilgrim]

While eating the eggs (which are burnt) and washing them down with just a few sips of the Fuzzy Eyeball, Agar realizes he is just two drinks away from collecting all 5 Dwarven mugs. *starts to drink in big gulps, then remembers last night, and decides to nurse this one* He carries his mug in his right hand and heads over to the Narcissus Lounge. The eggs killed his mood for partying, he just wants to relax and maybe enjoy a more calm atmosphere. Doesn't tip Bugburz for serving him the bad eggs.

[YayGollum]

*just as Tolir notices what's going on and remembers that he's a bouncer, Truor pins Knockondor to the floor and tells him to stop lying or admit that he's just trying to impress people, the crazy eagle agrees, gets let up, and goes back to the stage as if nothing happened*

"Here I am! sorry you had to see that! I've been teaching him how to defend himself lately. Yes, I'm his mentor. I've practically raised him! Well, me and the wizard Radagast. Yes, I'm good friends with the wizard Radagast! They call him Radagast the Red! No, brown. Well, the color doesn't matter. He's a very famous and powerful wizard!

Let me see. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Truor here told me that I should tell you to be very impressed with me. But who cares about the many times I defeated wandering armies of orcs singletaloned while defending my territory? That's an everyday thing for me! I'll tell you about the time I saved Middle Earth!

Yes, there I was, patrolling the northern Misty Mountains. And suddenly, my father --- the lord of the eagles, remember? --- flew up to me and asked me to help him. Oh, you know. Something about saving the world from some big and evil mastermind. We flew south and met some other wizard. He wasn't much like Radagast, though. Anyways, he needed us to help him save some kind of really little people that had apparently been sent off on some impossible mission.

Of course, I wondered why they hadn't come to me in the first place. oh well. While we were flying to some fiery mountain, I saw some creepy looking riders in black with dragon looking things for steeds. They were right behind us. I scratched a few in the face before flying off. We easily beat them to those little people, but my father told me to watch for those dragon characters. I waited for them, ready for a fight. They flew towards the mountain almost as fast as I could, but I beat them to it and fought them off.

I don't really know what happened, but the riders seemed to collapse and turn into dust or something. The dragons flew off as soon as their masters weren't forcing them to stay near me. I don't blame them. I did catch a few of these little rings that fell after that. The wizard told me later that without my help, that big and evil mastermind would have destroyed Middle Earth. Or something like that. I don't really remember. These rings are nice, though, aren't they?"

*drops a few rings he's been hiding in between his feathers, Truor comes up and looks at them, thinking that he might actually believe the guy this time*

[HobbitGirl]

After the eagle finished his story, Fiara gave him a strange look that said, "Ooooook." Resbrita, however, was shaking with silent laughter. Fiara looked over at her friend and saw her bending over with her hand to her mouth and assumed she was going to be sick. "Resbrita, are you alright? Do you need a bucket?" Resbrita couldn't contain herself any longer. She fell out of her chair and onto the floor and laughed uncontrollably. It was contagious, because Fiara began to crack up as well.

[Liat_ravensong]

The two other elves were now staring with fear & amusment around the room. Gasping the female elf murmered " well you may not think that there are going to be many animals in this place but by the looks of it the room is already filled with them!" In an attempt to still the mayhem she leaps onto the stage & begins to sing a haunting ballad about lost love.

The male elf meanwhile is kneeling on the floor staring at the human who appears to be having a fit. Having made out that the gasps were of laughter not pain he stood up & watched his companion sing, a look of sadness fleetingly crossingly across his face.

[chrysophalax]

Outside under the tree, Chrysophalax raised her head and sniffed the air. "I could have sworn I heard Elven-song..." she muttered to herself. It had been an age and an age since she'd actually tasted Elf, but she knew in her Dragonish heart that perhaps it would be bad thing to eat the customers.

[YayGollum]

*Knockondor looks superly offended when he hears the laughter and grabs his rings, then flaps up to the rafters so he can glare at everybody*

*Truor turns to the singing elf and decides not to bother her even though he wants to ask for a translation, he goes up to her companion instead* "Yes, I know that there are already animals in here, but those are my friends. No need for you to watch them. Your singing and instrument playing is enough for this bar."

*Bugburz glares at the evil Agar person for not tipping him since he said sir (also, he gave the nasssty eggses to the Neffie person, not you. oh well)*

*Trahald just raises his eyebrow skeptically after Knockondor's story and decides to take a closer look at those rings some other time, seeing that the ladies he had been talking to are now engaged in laughing their heads off, he heads back to the bar*

[HobbitGirl]

As Knockondor flew up into the rafters, Resbrita stopped laughing. She did not mean to offend the eagle. The girl's smile faded from her face and she sat back down in her chair. Fiara was still laughing. "Whew...that eagle is something else. What a cool guy. I always thought that most eagles were a bunch of stiffs, but that Knockondor guy is great." Fiara notices that Knockondor is no longer on the stage. "Um...where'd he go?" Resbrita pointed upward to where the eagle was perched, and Fiara's smile faded from her face. "Oh." She paused. "We should apologize, huh Resbrita?"

"He wouldn't hear us from this far away," said Resbrita.

[Neffie]

*Hesitantly looks at her eggs and then decides best not to bother and hands the plate over to Maline who happily gulped them up. Neffie then got up and headed over to the counter.* Hey could I get one of all those drinks with the mug things. I already have the corsair one. Just the other four.

[greypilgrim]

Agar tosses Bugburz a silver bead as a tip, since the sandwich he made yesterday was good, plus he saw the look on his face. Walks into the Narcissus Lounge, the place is empty. He heads over to look out the window, and check out the cool scenery outside the place.

[greypilgrim]

Sees the Dragon lying there, behind her some far-distant mountains in the horizon SW, and begins to nod his head to the tune of Weezer's, "Hashpipe", which must have been hit on the jukebox. Then he takes out a pipe and lights it, blowing smoke rings out the window.

[YayGollum]

*Knockondor leans down to the two crazy ladies talking about him* "I hear you down there. Of course, I am the most talented eagle you'll ever meet. Yes, I am a cool guy. Yes, I am great. Yes, you should apologize." *glides down and tries to perch on a chair, but gives up and just decides to stand next to them* "Oh, don't worry about it. I am merciful and sure, humble, too! Why did everyone think that my story was amusing? I was being very truthful. oh well. I can see why you might not believe me. Most of my stories are unbelievably heroic." :D :rolleyes:

*Trahald stops glaring at the eagle long enough to make the drinks for the Neffie person* "Here you are, my dear! A fuzzy eyeball, Saruman screwdriver, mallorn martini, and a v&f! The corsair colada is my favorite, though. Enjoy!"

*Bugburz wonders what he's supposed to do with some bead*

[chrysophalax]

The eagle's incessant droning caused a gigantic headache to form behind Chrys's eyes and she shook her head in irritation. Since it didn't appear the bird was likely to shut up soon, she decided to go out on patrol and perhaps bring back something tasty for the kitchen.

[Neffie]

Yes it sounds pretty good. My dragon over there drank it in no time. Though she'll drink or eat anything. Thanks you kindly. *She takes all four of her drinks and heads back to her table and keeps the martini for herself and gives the other three to Maline.*

[greypilgrim]

Agar starts to shake his head as another song, "Girl, Don't Go Away Mad", Motley Crue, comes on.
Then somebody bumps into Temptation's "My Girl", and he smiles and continues nodding his head out the window...He likes this jukebox!

[chrysophalax]

Chrys returned from patrol carrying in her claws a rather decent-sized deer and two sheep. As the deer was already dead, she bellowed for Bugburz to take it and do something with it. She was amused at the look he gave her when she let the sheep loose and they just stood there, blinking at him, wide-eyed. An orc's expression, when it's surprised is priceless!

[YayGollum]

*Trahald looks over at the Neffie person with a mixture of surprise, disgust, and annoyance* "Oh, great! Her pet dragon likes my drinks! I'm so glad that I have the approval of a monster!"

*he looks down at Bugburz, who's offering him the deer* "Do something with this, will you? The dragon outside wants it's venison and I won't cook it! Garn! It's a waste!"

*Knockondor excuses himself from the two ladies so he can fly over to the bar and hop annoyingly* "What's that I smell back there? Food for me? Did I hear venison? You know Truor wouldn't like that! He's had some good conversations with deer! Well, hurry up and hand me some! I love raw deer!" *Trahald shuts the bird up by tossing a v&f at him, Knockondor sees that it's being cooked and flaps off looking superly dejected*

[greypilgrim]

Agar saw the exchange between Bug and Chryosophalax, and puts his pipe away, walks over to the bar area, and sets his mug upon the bar. "I've had eggs, and sheep. Give me venison, extra cooked! and salty." to Trahald?
Sees bugburz is carving up the deer, in the kitchen. Waits, watching him.
Someone played "For Whom the Bell Tolls", Metallica...

"For a Hill, men would kill. Why? They do not know!!!!..Stiffened wounds test their pride........Sounding gun, on they run, through the...."
Makes the "heavy-metal-sign" with his fingers, and nods his head.

[YayGollum]

*Trahald makes some weird hand gesture back at the Agar person, trying to seem like he knows what's going on, then goes back to cooking the meat* "Yes, sir! Extra cooked venison! :rolleyes: Lots of salt! Coming up! You need something to fill that?" *motions to the empty mug*

[greypilgrim]

"OK!" Agar said. "Give me a Colada!"
*holds the sign up* ""For Whom the Bell Tolls, Time Marches on......" *Keeps banging his head against an unknown obstacle in front of him*
Then song skips and he sips his drink, nice and cold. *Looks at the jukebox* Theres some funny looking straw in his drink.

[Elijah'sgurl]

Rawien Greenleaf walks in with her pitbull Viggo. Rawien looks around for legolas. She walks to the bar

*1 martini please*
And she sits down and watches legolas arogon and froto walk into the bar.:p :p

[YayGollum]

*after Bugburz hands the Rawien lady her drink, he holds his hand in between the Agar person's head and the counter* "Mind not denting our property, human?"

[greypilgrim]

"I'm just dancing!" Agar says to Bugburz.

[YayGollum]

having all kinds of fun with this human and hoping that he can get Tolir to throw him out ---> "I don't care what you're doing, human, but don't dent our property while you do it! You knocked yourself so many times that you don't understand that?"

[Liat_ravensong]

Liat stares at the stunning beauty of Legolas before jumping off the stage & offering the 3 new guests a drink.

The other elf glowers offendidly & stomps of to help in the kitchen.

[Neffie]

*Neffie looks over at Trahald and smirks.* What? A dragons opinion isn't good enough for you?

[The-Elf-Herself]

*rolls eyes at Liat, then kicks the jukebox lightly. Another Avril Lavigne song starts playing*

NOOOOO!

*kicks it with a bit more emphasis and the song switches to a generic celtic song.*

That's better.

*Goes over to bar*

Could I get a Jones?

[greypilgrim]

Thinks Bugburz is just making a show for his boss, so he stands up and shouts "If a man cannot bang his head to music, ARH!! It was only in the air, you know? Is'nt dancing allowed in here?? Where's the manager? I want to ask what he thinks!"
Hopes Bugburz gets reprimanded properly for bad customer service or something..

[YayGollum]

*Trahald watches some elf enter his kitchen and is about to escort him out when he gets distracted by the Neffie person* "Please excuse me, miss! I thought that you had gone out of hearing distance! Of course a dragon's opinion matters! I have never heard of one with a taste for alcoholic beverages, though. Forgive me, but I have never met a beast, no matter how sentient, that could justly criticise them."

*Bugburz glares at the elf lady that just asked him for a Jones, looks around for a while and finds one, he thinks about dropping something evil in it, but just hands it over when the Agar person talks to him* "Garn! Human! I won't direct you to my manager! You don't pay attention! You were just banging your head on my counter, not my air. If you need to dance, go to the lounge! We don't want you scaring off our customers over here with your bad moves!" :rolleyes:

[Neffie]

*Looks over at the elf.* Hey that was a good song!
*Turns back to Trahald.* Relax, I was only joking.

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Sips her Jones*

Yuck Avril Lavi-I mean, it's interesting that you like her. Wonderful how people have different opinions, eh?

*Looks around for someone else to talk to*

[greypilgrim]

*glares at Bugburz* "Whoa! I may have bumped the counter-top, but if I did, I did not feel it, I was too involved with the song! SORRY!"
*thinks someone should fix the juke box, before one of his favorite songs skips again*"Bugburz, you are a foul creature. I think you are evil! However, you are a good cook! I'd like to order some crow-feet, if you know where to get any?"
*grabs my mug and heads over to the dance-floor in the lounge, where I start dancing to whatever music comes on...*
"What's in that colada.....? I'm thinking.

[YayGollum]

Trahald, under his breath, directed at the Neffie person ---> "As was I, naturally." *noticing the compliments being tossed at Bugburz, he smacks the back of his head and tells him to find some crow feet and make sure Truor doesn't notice*

*Bugburz thinks about grabbing Truor's pet raven and saying that it was a crow, but decides that he'd have more fun with hunting outside, he grabs his bow and a few unpoisoned arrows and slinks out the back door*

*Boffin gets superly bored when noone shows up at the inn and wanders over to the bar* loudly and annoyingly, to everybody ---> "Hi, people! Having fun in here?"

[Liat_ravensong]

Sticks hee tounge out at the-elf-herself before attempting to engage Neffie in conversation. "Um hi you like Bovril Lavigne then?"

The elf in the kitchen attempts to make himself useful by trying whatever the other guy has made, nods apprecation before starting what washing up there is in a desperate bid to get a job.

[The-Elf-Herself]

*sighs as she sees the elf's desperate attempt to prove useful and walks over to him*

Are you really that hard up for work?--->she asks in disbelief.

[YayGollum]

*Trahald grabs the finished venison and takes it out on another platter for the dragon, he grabs the last platter that was left outside, and heads back to the kitchen where he runs into the elf that's trying to look useful*

*before Trahald can shoo the guy out of his kitchen, Truor shows up beside that elf lady (can we get some names over here?)* "Hey, there, uh, elf guy! I thought that I hired you to sing and play instruments. What's going on back here now? Bored of the stage?"

*Bugburz walks back in holding several arrows with crows stuck on them, he pulls them out, then chops the feet off* "Who was it that wanted crow feet? Ar! What use are they? Someone's going to eat these? Never heard of it. Probably that destructive human!" *he shoves past the elf to get to that Agar guy*

*Boffin sees that he's not seen and hops up onto a stool at the bar where he stares at the many crazy customers*

[chrysophalax]

Chrys licked Trahald as a thank you for the huge platter o'venison, then sets to with a vengeance, organs flying everywhere. Customers inside glance outside, then promptly head to the rest-rooms.

[The-Elf-Herself]

*sticks her head outside and calmly unfurls an umbrella to avoid being hit with some intestines. Laughs at people heading to the bathroom, then walks back over to the crazy elf dude, waiting for his answer to Truor's question. Meanwhile, she introduces herself to Boffin.*

"Hey, my name's Dess."

Boffin, happy that someone's noticing him, decides to show off. Face scrunched up with though--->"Doesn't that just mean "maiden" in elvish?"

Dess, surprised---> "Yeah, it's more of an alias than a name."

[YayGollum]

OOC: Woah! People who actually look at profiles! :eek: :rolleyes:

IC: *Trahald wonders what happens when you get licked by a dragon, you're supposed to get prophetic type powers when you get licked in the ear by a snake, but what about a dragon? He decides that it probably just means upcoming death* :rolleyes:

Boffin, having all kinds of fun with attention from an elf ---> "Oh, that's okay. Wait a minute. Why? Is there somebody I should watch out for around here? I saw everyone came in and they all seem mostly harmless. Except maybe that Agar guy. He's creepy."

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Dess looks around*

Nah, they're okay, more or less. I just prefer using different names, weird thing I guess. Where did you learn elvish?

[YayGollum]

"Huh. Yes, it is weird. I would come up with a little name to call myself in that secret Dwarf language, but I can never remember much of it. oh well. I learned elvish from the elves, of course! One really nice elf named Helleranin. We went on this quest together and became good friends. He took me to a couple of elf cities and I learned a lot. Very fun! Wish I could go back. Haven't seen him in a while. Why? Where did you learn elvish?"

OOC: talking about the RPG Boffin and Tolir were introduced in. The guy who plays Helleranin doesn't have much time online, of he'd already be in here. oh well.

[The-Elf-Herself]

"I'm an elf, I learned it from my parents and other elves. As a matter of fact I know about five different elven languages, I'm guessing you only know one. This person sounds interesting, too bad he's not around anymore. Oh well, that's life. Just curious, why are you so interested in elves? That's very atypical for your race."

[YayGollum]

"Well, I meant to ask you what place you learned elvish, but that's okay. I'm just interested in elves because my own kind gave up on me. I never was very useful back at the Lonely Mountain. Can't see well in the dark, can't make weapons or armour, don't have good endurance. You know. Things like that. They kicked me out and told me to learn some common sense. Kind of like they did to some Petty Dwarves I heard about in elf mythology. Anyways, I know about three elf languages, but I sometimes get them confused. I'm more interested in the mythology. Lots of good stories in there!"

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Shrugs*

I learned it in Mithlond, where else? You know three languages? That's pretty impressive for a non-elf. They kicked you out, eh? Like the petty-dwarves that Finrod befriended, I guess. I know a good bit of elf mythology, I have a friend who's a real expert on it, you can hardly get him to shut up once he gets started. Who knows, you may meet him if he shows up.

[YayGollum]

"Oo! I hope so! Helleranin just humors me and only gives little tidbits of information. Please tell me if he shows up. Sounds like fun. Tolir there keeps trying to teach me how to act like a normal Dwarf, so if I ever figure it out, we can take you back to the Lonely Mountain and they'll teach you that secret Dwarf language of ours if you want. That's a good way to repay you, right? I hope they'd listen. Wait. Probably not. Unless I act really well." :rolleyes:

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Dess looks at him speculatively*

Alright I will. I've been meaning to meet up with him anyways, I've gotten all the accounts mixed up on another business venture. Yeah, that'd be a great way to repay me, all I know of dwarvish is the curse words they tend to say when elves are around. Piece of advice though, don't promise to repay anyone until you know that they'll make good on their part of the bargain.

*Dials up a cell phone*

Hey Lir, could you come over here? Where's here? Use your GPS. Ah okay. It's about the accounts, plus this place is interesting. Alright, see ya.

*Looks back at Boffin, who's looking curiously at her phone*

[YayGollum]

"Creepy thing you've got there, Dess. Okay, I'll try not to promise things to people that won't give me anything. sorry. A normal Dwarf would be better with making deals and things. So is this Lir person the one you were talking about? Thanks a lot! Sounds like fun! Hey, boss! I mean, Trahald! Can I have one of those mallorn martinis of yours? In our quality Dwarf made drinking vessels! Ha!" *grabs the drink when it comes and points to the board by the door with the note* "The sign says it was made by Dwarves. Tolir made them. Trahald likes to keep me around to say I made lots of his weapons and armour. Makes no sense. oh well."

[The-Elf-Herself]

"Probably trying to trade in on the whole dwarf reputation for fine craftsmanship."

*Looks over toward the bar*

"Can I get a glass of wine, earliest vintage you have?"

[YayGollum]

*Trahald keeps on eye on Boffin's conversation until he has to hunt around for the wine, when he grabs it, he makes a show of pouring it into some superly nice looking glass of his* "There you are, my dear! Interesting conversation, Boffin? No need for your services at the inn right about now? Ah, well, I do need to talk to you back here for a moment."

*Boffin waddles through the little door to get behind the bar and is led into the kitchen where Trahald rants at him for revealing trade secrets, the Dwarf drags his feet while walking back to the inn section, looking superly ashamed of himself, Trahald just rolls his eyes at him and puts the bottle of wine away*

[Neffie]

*Looks over at the new person talking to her while sipping her drink* Yup :D I'm taking you don't? We had an impersonator come to my tavern and do a concert. It was cool, bigger turnout than I expected. Ever since then I've been a fan of hers.

[greypilgrim]

*The tune "Dancing With Myself", Billy Idol came on the juke-box..
Agar moved over towards the jukebox to switch it...Hates Billy Idol and wants to hear some Beasties.
Thinking maybe..."No Sleep Til Brooklyn" or "Brass Monkey"
*gets there, plays both songs. is standing there tapping the jukebox slowly to the first tune when suddenly i want to to skip 1st song and get to the next one....starts to "tilt" the thing like a pinball machine..leftright, leftright*

[chrysophalax]

Having finished the entire platter of venison inrecord time, Chrys cleaned her herself off and then looked around speculatively. Hmmm, no one to talk to. Feeling more than a little ignored, she rose from her cool spot under the shade tree and flopped across the door-way, nearly tearing down the sign over the door.

Colourful imprecations from Trahald from behind the bar made her smile a toothy Dragon grin. She enjoyed annoying him.

[The-Elf-Herself]

*A person enters the Inn section, hidden entirely within a dark grey cloak. Slipping his GPS in a pouch at his side, the person takes in his surroundings, looking for someone. His grey eyes rest on Boffin.*

So, this is the place Dess was talking about.

[YayGollum]

*Tolir steadies the sign outside and wonders what he's supposed to do if the dragon decides to be evil, but decides to do something about the crazy Agar person messing with the jukebox* "Ah, excuse me, sir. That's ours. Wouldn't want to damage it, would you? I hear that there's something already wrong with it. Why don't you just take a seat and enjoy the music?"

*Trahald watches the dragon outside and decides to keep away from it, he sends Bugburz out to grab the platter, then greets the elf coming in* "Welcome, sir! Have a good time getting past the dragon outside? I'm sure we'll be moving it as soon as possible. Can I get you anything?"

[The-Elf-Herself]

*The elf draws back it's hood, revealing rare silver hair.*

Oh, the dragon was not any trouble, although she seemed to be very bored. I do not need anything right now, thank you.

*Nods head politely, then heads over to where Dess is. She glances at him, smirking.*

It took you long enough to get here, Lir. By the way, would it kill you to speak plainer? This incessant use of excessively proper speech gets very annoying.

Good day to you as well.-*he replies*

[Liat_ravensong]

" No actually i do like Bovril Lavigne she's ccol" shrugs & jumps back onto the stage & begins to sing SK8TR BOY just to prove it.

The elf in the Kitchen takes a peice of parchment out of his pocket & in a messy scrawl writes: *i can't talk so what use will i be on stage(i also cannot sing ,dance or play an instrument) i can however cook, oh & you didn't hire me* holds it up for the strange guy to see & then adds as an after thought *yes i am that desperate for a job thank you very much* shows them the paper.

[Neffie]

*After she was finished singing.* hmm then why do you call her Bovril?

[YayGollum]

since I have no idea which of my characters you mean by 'strange guy', I'll go with the one that I feel like using right now, Truor ---> "Oh, sorry about that, elf. Well, how am I supposed to know that you're dumb? I thought that I had hired you and the lady you came in with. Guess not. Sure, you can be a cook if you can win me over with something good." *takes a seat down at a table and watches some crazy silver haired guy*

*Bugburz pokes his head out the door and sees that the dragon's awake* "Garn, dragon! You're scaring away customers out here! Why don't you go clear out the stables and eat the horses? I won't tell." *slinks back in with the tray, checking outside to see if the dragon actually pays attention to him*

[The-Elf-Herself]

"Do I look suspicious?"-Lir asks, noticing Truor watching him.

*Dess shakes her head*

"No"-she replies sarcastically. "You only stick out in here like an orc in Lorien. The silver hair doesn't help."

*Lir rolls his eyes, then laughs as Dess notices someone doing karaoke to Avril Lavigne and desperately block her keen ears from the noise. He doesn't make a big deal about music.*

[YayGollum]

*at the crazy elf's question, Truor mumbles some negative sounding thing, then meekly turns to look at the people talking about some singer on the jukebox*

*Boffin sees the Dess lady talking to some new guy and decides to introduce himself* "Hi, lady! Hi, sir! Is this the guy who'll tell me all kinds of stories? sorry if you're not him."

[The-Elf-Herself]

"Yeah, this is him. Lir, this is Boffin, a dwarf with very unusual interests who just happens to love hearing tales about elves throughout the ages."

Lir-"wait, you told me that I was here to help you figure out the financial aspects of our business."

Dess-"that, and a few other things."

*Lir glares at her, then shrugs and turns to Boffin*

"What sort of stories do you want to hear?"

[YayGollum]

*Boffin takes a seat next to the guy and stares into space for a while, wondering what he'd love to have expanded on* "Hmmm...so much to choose from! Why don't you just tell me your favorite story?" *waits, superly wide-eyed*

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Lir considers for a second, then smiles*

"There are three tales I know that qualify as my favorite..."

*He begins to tell them, proving quite the orator as he gets into the stories. Dess smiles, then goes over to see about silencing the Avril Lavigne-singing elf.*

[YayGollum]

OOC: Am I the only one here that knows what I'm talking about when I say that I am wanting people to tell stories in here? It would be more fun if they were about your RPG characters, but I thought that I almost got this person to just tell a story from their point of view that anybody could tell if they had read about it. oh well.

[The-Elf-Herself]

OOC: sorry Yay, maybe later. Never have enough time to do something like that, though might be fun. Have to get off, older brother's turn on the computer.

[YayGollum]

OOC: I believe it. oh well. just pointing things out that I've tried hinting at. Thinking that people don't notice. Must be crazy. *hides*

[greypilgrim]

OOC--I like stories!

IC--Agar just forgets about the crows feet for now...wants to hear "Touch and Go" by The Cars...*hits some buttons*..."Dang! What the.....where are the Cars at?" he says to hisself. Decides to play "Rhymin' and Stealin"...punches the juke-box when the thing skips again..."Jeez, they should fix this thing.." he thinks.

[Liat_ravensong]

OOC: soory i called you some guy i couldn't remember wich of your many characters i was talking to, & i didn't have time to check.

IC: The elf in the kitchen flashes a grin at Truor & writes on the bit of paper *what do you want to try i do everything from a la carte to currys!

the elf on stage stops singing & starts to serve drinks.

[chrysophalax]

Chrys rolled over on her back in the door-way and lolled her tongue out in amusement. An orc telling her what to do....ffffftttt!

[YayGollum]

*Tolir gives up with trying to get the Agar person to behave and heads back to his post at the door, watching the dragon with all kinds of wariness*

Truor ---> "Make whatever you think you're best at. I'll eat most anything. just don't use some meat off an animal I could have a good conversation with." *hands the paper back* "Here. Write your name down. Ack!"

*Bugburz watches the dragon laugh at him and decides that it must be a pacifist*

[BlackCaptain]

A tall man with a pale fair face walks in. Little do the eople know he is an age or two old; not even he knows. He's Nefnraion. The Barrow King from the foothills of Carn Dûm. He has dark black armor, with a giant red emblem and a black star in the middle on his chest. He has his ghastly helm slung over his back, and he has one long horrific hand. most of the people that see him despise him, but when he first talks, they are relieved, cuz his voice is fair.
"Ill take whatever's selling good" he says to the bartender.
Nefnarion see's Agar, and goes and sits next to him and starts a conversation.

[YayGollum]

*Trahald looks at the guy with a mixture of disgust and curiosity, then takes a corsair colada over* "Here you are, sir." *notices his company and walks off* "Oh. A friend of his." :rolleyes:

[Neffie]

*Neffie watches as the newcomer comes in and sits down next to Agar and mutters to herself about maybe the crazy person would leave her err Truors jukebox alone now. She gets up and heads to the counter.* Hey could I get a grilled cheese sandwich.

[YayGollum]

*Bugburz glares at the elf behind the counter for a while, but gets distracted by the Neffie person and goes back to glaring while he makes the sandwich* dropping the plate bearing pretty little sandwich wedges on the counter for the lady, he says superly sarcastically ---> "Here's your grilled cheese, miss. I hope you enjoy it immensely." *continues his glaring*

[greypilgrim]

When Neffie steps to Agar to give him buisness about his reaction to the faulty jukebox, Agar looks at her and says: "If you want to dance, step to me later....I'm in a conversation right now. I won't leave the machine alone...it has some cool tunes, and me and Nefnarion are gonna listen to some for a bit....IF YOU DON'T MIND! Thanks Neffie, see ya' later." Meanwhile Nefnarion was looking around the place.
*whispers something in Nefnarion's ear*....*chuckles*...."That was just rude, no? I'm sure she didn't mean to offend me! Any-ways, about what you were saying..."

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Dess sighs in relief as the other elf stops singing. Decides to go and have a chat with the dragon, as she is bored.*

"So, any particular reason you're blocking the doorway?"

[BlackCaptain]

Nefnarion looks out of the window. His firey eyes flicker with some blackness.
5 minutes later, there is a flash of lightning, and it imediately starts raining outside. A strong gust of wind comes through the window, and the candles go out. Nefnarion stands up and mutters words. The candles are relit. He sits back down and the Juke Box is gone.
"And right when Agar was about to fix it..." Nefnraion says with a chuckle to the bartender. Nefnarion drinks more from his ship-shaped cup. He continues his talking to Agar.

*Nefnarion means fire-eyed in Barrow-tongue. Nefnarion has a strange control over fire*

[YayGollum]

*Trahald turns back around so he can rant at this new guy* "Enough with the parlour tricks, friend. Return the jukebox, or..." *Knockondor lands heavily and superly close to the guy, superly mad that his jukebox is gone* "...the eagle here will have to tear it out of you."

[greypilgrim]

*Agar now has the black sword Anguirel, an evil accursed sword, twin of Anglachel made by Eol the Dark Elf....(and passed down to Maeglin his son).... of old. The sword-handle is affixed firmly in place through powerful magic to the hook that is his right hand.*

*stands up* "If you cannot control this wild bird of yours Trahald, I shall cut it in half, though it is great in size or no...if it attacks me or my friend here! Of course the eagle does not have to "tear it out of him" as you so threateningly stated....Nefnarion is simply sharing his love of magic tricks with the people here, obviously he is good at it! Tame that bird....Or there will be blood-shed this night!" *just wants to have a drink in peace with his friend Nefnarion*
"Surely some kind of fun is allowed in here? Jeez.."
*stands there in a defensive position facing the eagle, looking at Trahald like he's mad.*

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Dess sticks her head back in*

What's with all the melodrama? Just have your friend return the jukebox.

*rolls eyes*

[HobbitGirl]

Fiara's head whipped around when she heard raised voices. She noticed that a bar brawl was about to start. "Resbrita," she said, "you might want to get out some of your tranquilizer darts. This could get ugly." The Kachita girl nodded and pulled her blow-dart launcher out of her cloack pocket and loaded a homemade tranquilizer dart into it. She got up from her chair and disappered into the shadows behind the stage. Fiara, meanwhile, had drawn her sword Triassa. "Come now, gentlemen, there is no need for a fight!" she said, stepping between Knockondor and Agar.

[YayGollum]

Trahald just rolls his eyes ---> :rolleyes: "Calm down, sir. I just thought of having a little fun with your friend when the eagle here looked so mad. Didn't I just say that it was a parlour trick? But then, my good friend Knockondor isn't so pleased." *Trahald backs off to give the giant eagle room to vent if he's going to*

*Knockondor looks all around the two guys and when he can't find his jukebox that he was so proud of getting, he goes on his own rant* "What kind of a person are you? You probably destroyed my jukebox with some kind of evil magic, right? Well, I'm ready for you to conjure up a new one. Make sure it's still possessed."

[Neffie]

*Looks at Agar and rolls her eyes.* Somebody needs a time out I think. *She then picks up her sandwich and examines it, ignoring the sarcastic remarks made by the orc* Are you sure this thing is finished? Meh whatever. *She takes a bite and chews a little.* Hey this is pretty good. *Finishes off the rest and tries to start up conversation with Bugburz.* Hey you know, the disappearance could be considered robbery. *Realizes he is too busy glaring to pay any attention to her so she starts waving her arms.* helllloooo

[YayGollum]

*Bugburz swats the waving hand away* "Hm? Wha? Where's a robbery? Garn! We have a bouncer to worry about things like that! If they need someone without mercy to punish the guy, they know who to call!"

*Trahald gets back to the safety of the bar and watches the scene with all kinds of amusement*

*Tolir notices what's going on and decides that this Fiara person is doing his job just fine* :rolleyes:

[Neffie]

right then. *Looks around the bar and decides theres no one else to start conversation with that isn't already in one and continues to bug the orc.* So...why are you here?

[greypilgrim]

*Bill the Troll enters. He's a big mean-looking troll. 12ft. tall, and he carries a large hammer and a very long chain is wrapped around his neck many times. He's wearing close to nothing. Bill is also a mute troll*

Bill sees all the commotion, sees the dart-gun carrying person there, sees the sword-carrying person there...the angry eagle they both seem to be watching his friend Agar with suspision. He moves over to Agar's side quickly, unwrapping the chain from his neck and holding it like a whip (it's long!) as he does so...

:mad:...Bill looks at Agar for an answer to what's going on.

Agar calms his nerves with a slight wave of his hand. "Just a mis-understanding, that's all Bill." he says softly. "Have a drink."
*Bill gets a colada*

:confused: Bill looks at Agar... :mad:! It seems that Bill is close to Agar, and is ready to battle to the death to protect his friends safety. :eek:

"Chill, Bill." Agar says.

[HobbitGirl]

Fiara sheathes her sword. "Good, I'm glad that there's not going to be any violence here." She sees Bill the troll walk in and takes a step back. "Easy, big Bill, I'm not going to hurt your friend Agar." Fiara turns to the corner where Resbrita is. "Resbrita, meko siencha," she says to the girl in Kachitish. Resbrita nods, steps out of the shadows and puts away her dart launcher, but eyes the huge troll with fearful suspiscion.

[YayGollum]

Bugburz, superly annoyed ---> "Why am I here? I am here to make food and mix drinks for the likes of you! I am here to be polite to all customers! Am I doing a good job? Nar! And I don't plan to! I'm here because I'd get killed outside just for being an orc!"

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Seeing that the dragon isn't talking, Dess decides to join Neffie in bugging the orc. It seems as good a way of passing the time as anything else.*

"An orc? Be polite? There's a new one. It's a nice change though."

[Neffie]

*Neffie looks over at the elf and smirks.* Yah thats like an oxymoron. *She turns back to the orc.* So no orc friends?

[greypilgrim]

Agar sits back down next to Nefnarion, Bill stays standing guard in case anybody gets any funny ideas.

Agar asks Bugburz, "So, I see your grilled-cheese sandwiches are worthless! How about those crow-feet? No doubt they are cold by now, what with all the "interference".....

*clinks mugs with Nefnarion*
"Cheers ol' boy!...*wink*...Aren't your brothers coming along shortly? I should enjoy their company! Espescially Himpharion the Barbarian! Oh boy...what a party we shall have, eh? Hehehe..."

*says at Bugburz, commandingly* "BUGBURZ! You miserable wretch....prepare some lamb for the troll Bill"
*looks at Trahald*

"Trahald, let me buy the house a drink!" *everyone's next drink is on Agar* "To calm things down a bit in here!"

*whispers something to Nefnarion. all that (might be) heard are the words "nice" and "digital".

[BlackCaptain]

'First of all you crazy bartender, no-one, NO ONE, acuses me of crimes i don't do. I will have you dead if you continue. I have lived longer than all of you in this room put together, and know a thing or two about robberies and crime. Why in the world would i prevent further robberies by lighting the room? What need to I have for a jukebox any ways? Why would a Barrow Wight King want a music player that doesnt even work?'
'AND WILL SOMEONE PLEASE MOVE THAT DRAGON! HOW CAN MY BROTHERS GET IN?!'
'Stealth' says Solarion.
'But only you brother. Answer me that for Himpharion or Bimarion, or Tolarion.'
Bugburz seems amazed that Solarion could grab a seat without being seen, or enter at that.
'I dont steal. I create. Not even if I could, would i take this jukebox. Now give me another one of the Corsairs...'

Just after that, the dragon is pushed over, and Himpharion, the Barbaric brother walks in, followed by Tolarion the archer, and Bimarion the sorceror. They find Nefnarion and Agar and move to a round table in the back of the room.

[greypilgrim]

:D I don't think a mighty dragon like Chrysophalax could be "pushed over" by anyone (even everyone) in this place!
Hopefully, she won't mind too much....wouldn't want to upset a dragon!:eek:

IC--(AGAR)-->"OK Bugburz, I'll be over there. Please whip up some tasty sauce for my crow-feet, and bring us a round of drinks, too!

Agar/Bill the Troll give dirty glances towards the other people around the room on their way over to meet Nefnarion and Co. near the back of the room.
AGAR-->"So you made it, eh? Good."
BILL-->:rolleyes: *just stands near the wall looking around the place*

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Dess looks at the wights or whatever they are and sighs. Those guys take themselves far too seriously. She thinks about setting off a few explosives to get them to loosen up, then figures that might make things worse. Nobody has a sense of humor any more.*

[BlackCaptain]

No later than she says that, Nefnarion and Hempharion burst out in laughter.

OOC - I didnt realy push her over, i just kinda pushed her aside temporarily.

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Dess looks around, confused. She was just thinking, she didn't say anything. Crazy people*

[greypilgrim]

Agar slams his fist down on the table.

"Let's get this party started!" *slaps Himpharion on the back of the head* "Stop laughing! What are you laughing at? Nefnarion.......what's so funny!????" *takes big gulps one after another, looks over towards Bugburz like "where's my waiter?"*

Bill is confused about everything (he's not too smart). He does understand the common-tounge...:confused: He smiles wickedly and sets his weapons down (under the table) when Agar mentions "party". Bill likes to get down and dirty. :eek:

[BlackCaptain]

ooc- haha...
ic:
'Ill tell you what im laughing at! Bill! Just look at him!'
*Bill is sitting there putting his finger on his nostrils and crossing his eyes*
Nefnarion tries to hold his laugh in, but bursts out.
'If only we had the juke-box... Then we could get some music!'

[YayGollum]

*since Bugburz has no idea what the Agar person wants when he asks for crows' feet and rants about them probably being cold by now, he deep fries them and takes the drinks to the table, too* "Hold off the stories about things I've done for you if you can, boss. Don't want to lose my job." *scuttles back to the bar so he can rant at the ladies bothering him* "Nar! Didn't I say that I wasn't going to be polite? That Trahald guy tried to train me, but I'm only play acting! Garn! Stupid females!" :eek: :rolleyes:

*Trahald ignores the ruffians now that they're way in the back and not bothering with him anymore, he does notify Truor about the sudden lack of jukebox*

*Truor could care less about some possessed jukebox vanishing and lets Knockondor continue with his posturing* Knockondor, still planted in front of the scary magical person ---> "Well? Why complain about no jukebox when you got rid of it? You say you only create. I'm ready for you to make me a new jukebox."

[chrysophalax]

Having become incredibly annoyed by all the comings and goings of new folk, Chrys snarls evilly and eyes Agar. She knows his evil plot and will rat him out for a decent plate of roast mutton.

She gets up out of the door-way and flies off on patrol, presumably to check in woth Magnus, her mate.

[Elbereth]

Passing the annoyed Dragon on her way in...she flashes the patrons of the bar a questioning look...but seeing that nobody notices her bewildered expression, Elbereth decides to forget it and orders a glass of Ent draught at the bar.

*Ent draught...it is good for what ails you. ;) *

[BlackCaptain]

Make you a new juke-box? I dont understand your questions, but i could very well make a juke-box even though i have no need for one, instead of steal your broken one! Why am i held acountable when the only thing i did was give light to this drafty pub? If you truly wish for a juke-box, i will make one; for the price of 1000 *insert ME curency here. If it is = to the US $, then keep it at 1000*

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Dess shakes her head, confused at this illogic*

"So in other words you want him to pay you to make a new jukebox to replace the one you disappeared? Gee, that makes a HUGE amount of sense!" :rolleyes:

*Goes over to the bar*

"A Jones please."

[YayGollum]

*Trahald hands the Ent draught and the Jones over, then turns to the new lady with the look* "You know, it's hard to come by that drink. The only reason we have it here is because of the giant eagle being able to fly to Fangorn and amuse the Ents. You have expensive tastes, my dear. Enjoy."

*Bugburz goes back to glaring at the elf cook, but keeps watching the scary Agar person*

*Knockondor gets superly flustered by this evil person trying to confuse him* "Me? Pay you? Thank you, elf lady! Why should I pay you when you're the guy that stole my first jukebox? I should toss you off the hill! I tried to ask nicely. Now, will you give the thing back, or would you like to be thrown out?" *tries looking superly menacing*

[BlackCaptain]

'IF IVE SAID IT ONCE IVE SAID IT 100 TIMES! I DID NOT TAKE YOUR BLODDY JUKEBOX!'
*Throws table from the floor. Even though no one payed atention to it, they could have sworn that it was drilled to the floor before*
'If anyone, i mean ANYONE! questions me one more time, thier face will meet my mace. Then they will meet the forever darkness of the Barrows.'
*puts helmet on. teribly frightening!*
*drains drink, and Knockrondor's too. Spits on his claw*

[The-Elf-Herself]

*Dess looks singularly unimpressed by this show.*

No, you didn't take it, you just made it disappear. Now Knock would like it back. The whole situation is quite simple.

*She shrugs and tries again to get her drink.*

A Jones, please?

[YayGollum]

OOC: Knockondor had a drink? oh well.

IC: *Truor notices somebody spitting on his friend and comes over to help, letting his face get just a little bearlike with annoyance* "What's the problem here? I heard something earlier about you doing something to our jukebox and it looks like Knockondor here is a little worked up about it. Do you have a problem with making him happy? I wouldn't think that someone would come into a place called The Burning Eyed Silver Eagle And Sapphire Chromed Weeping Chicken Dragon Child Outcast's Haven Inn, Bar, Pub, Tavern, And Narcissus Lounge (or something like that :rolleyes: ) with the intention of causing a disturbance. Now, I'm sure that you didn't mean to. just as I'm sure that you can calm my friend here down. Get to it!" *Truor stomps back to the bar, still waiting for the dumb elf's name*

*Knockondor looks at his talons with all kinds of shock, then is superly ready to toss the guy off the hill and peck at his dead body, but Tolir did happen to notice the rising tension and holds him back* Knockondor, superly annoyed with Tolir ---> "Get away from me, human! I said I'd toss him off the cliff, and that's what I'm going to do! He lies through his teeth! If I had some, I wouldn't! I gave him a chance and he spits on my talons! Are all of you people this stupid? I am the mightiest giant eagle you'll ever see! Ha! And he tries to scare me?"

*Bugburz has all kinds of fun with watching the eagle rant, since he knows how dangerous that guy can be*

*Trahald ignores the craziness and hands Dess her drink* "A fan of the Jones, are you? Maybe we should make a glass for it."

*Boffin, superly engrossed in the stories that I'm guessing are still being told to him, finally looks up* "Shush, people! Good stories!" :D

[greypilgrim]

Agar is standing there, arms outstretched, trying to calm things down, mindful not to hit anyone with his sword. "Stop! What are you doing? Idiots! All of you!"
He's turning from Bill (who's standing there with his hammer and chain freaking out (Yikes!)), to the three ghastly looking Barrow-brothers, to their leader Nefnarion, who is absolutely furious over the (assumed) mistreatment shown towards him by the employment and management here.
*slaps Nefnarion*
"I think you gotta go! *sees his eyes* "Yes! And now! Of course, your skills in magical entertainment, oratory alignment, and violence in warfare will be called upon shortly (hehe).
Now you must replace this worthy man's musical-fun box at once!
*Agar knows where the juke-box is hiding, goes and looks out a window.*
The juke-box is gone!

*I hope nobody's about to throw down in here!*
"Dammit! Nefnarion..what the? What have you done! Practicing your magic-tricks in public again? Sheesh! *slaps Nefnarion*
"Go and get a replacement juke-box immediately! I will send the troll Bill with you. He does not fit in here, and obviously, others are afraid of him"*motions towards the security*

*To Trahald*
"Sir, I have tried to appease you the best I can. I have tried to appease the guests in this establishment the best I can (buying them all a round of drinks). I have tried hard enough for now, for your sake. Will you accept these terms?
1.-->Nefnarion will go and seek a new juke-box for you (since he foolishly lost yours), and return with it immediately. If that (extra-large) Eagle will refrain from (attempting) tearing him apart.
2.-->Our party will resume our previous party presently, away from everyone, trying not to disturb the peace any longer.

DEAL?

[BlackCaptain]

OOC - Theres FOUR Barrow Brothers
IC:
'Mind you all, I work no magic. The only bit of it i work is controlling fire, and that's what i did to light this place up. You people make me sick, but fine, I will go find you a new jukebox.'
*Storms out the door, going around the dragon this time. The four brothers stay in the bar*

[greypilgrim]

*Bill follows Nefnarion out the door*

Agar is extending his left hand towards Trahald. "Do you accept?"
*looks at him with puppy-dog eyes*

[YayGollum]

*Trahald almost gags when he sees the guy's attempt at puppy dog eyes, but shakes hands anyways* "Argh! Whatever'll get him out of here! I could care less about some eagle's jukebox!" *wonders why the guy even came up to talk to him*

*Knockondor watches the scary and evil dude leave and thinks about going after him anyways, but heads back to the Agar dude* "What was that deal you just made? You should be talking to me, not some bartender! The jukebox belonged to me, not some bartender! Did I hear you say that your little underling is off to get a replacement? Who wants a replacement? I want my possessed jukebox! That guy stole it, and he goes to steal someone else's? Answer my question! Are all of you little people this stupid?"

[greypilgrim]

OOC_Isn't Trahald the owner of the place?

IC_"Deal!" Agar says to Trahald.
*after Knockondoor talks*
"Watch your beak! Little do you know of me, bird-brain! Stupid you say? How? I have avoided violence through the use of kind words, is that stupid? I have made amends (will make them) by offering to replace the "lost" juke-box. Nefnarion may have a flair for magic tricks, but that is not stupid.
Perhaps I will send a message to Nefnarion *he left already*...informing him to return here at once and build for you another music-machine to meet your specifiications?"

*makes sure that the scene is calmed down a bit and waits for an answer from Knockondoor*

[YayGollum]

OOC: No, that'd be King Truor Tupnm of the Vale of Anduin. The coolest Beorning character at TTF. :D

IC: *Knockondor calms down and sits the Agar guy down on a stool, then balances himself on a couple, trying to talk as if they're good drinking buddies and the Agar guy has had a little too much* "All right, little human. You know what's stupid? It is stupid to steal things from a giant eagle like me. It is worse to go on and lie about it, like your friend did. It is completely brainless to offer to steal or make something to replace what was stolen. It's too late. I have an emotional attachment. I will hunt down and eat the guy that stole my jukebox, okay? Oh, and one more thing. The insult 'bird-brain' is not appreciated. Got all that? You think I care about your excuses? Not at all. Now, why don't you send a message to your little friend saying that he will either come back here with the original or expect to have his bones littering my eyrie?" *Knockondor flaps back up to the rafters, gazing sadly at where his jukebox once was*

*Truor claps* :D

[greypilgrim]

OOC_Gotcha.

IC_When Knockondoor responded to being called a bird-brain, Agar admitted he was out of line and offered an apology. He respected the great eagle, whether his friends did or no*

*Agar doesn't understand why it's brainless to offer to replace something his friend lost, on accident.*

"Truor, please tell the Eagle we go to seek his juke-box now." *motions to the 4 bros. to get thier things, we're all leaving*

At the door Agar says to Knockondoor, "If you wish to spill blood over a silly magic-trick gone wrong, you must have issues! Of course you are a mighty fighter...many are. But having the power to kill swiftly does not mean you should use it whenever the urge arises! I have tried to settle the score...obviously we are not welcome here so we will go now."

*Agar sends the scout ahead to warn Nefnarion and Bill to come back to their aid at once, in case of trouble*

*to the 4 brothers*
"Let's leave these merry folk to their own affairs. We have not been treated with one shred of respect since our arrival...we go to seek a new place to party!"

*the 5 of us all leave the Yikes Bar. very soon (outside), we are re-united by Nefnarion and Bill. We go walking along the winding road northwards. As a team.*

[greypilgrim]

*And we bring the special Dwarven-crafted drinking vessels with us, as tokens of remembrance:D *

[YayGollum]

Truor, dutifully telling Knockondor ---> "Knockondor, he said that he's going to bring the original back. Happy now?"

Knockondor, superly satisfied ---> "I heard what he said! But yes, I am happy. Huh. I don't think anyone's ever taken me seriously before. oh well. Maybe he's just never seen another giant eagle up close." :rolleyes:

[Liat_ravensong]

On entering the kitchen truor is handed a note with the word "Tauron" scribbled on it, looking up from the note he sees the entire Kitchen is full of steam & that there seems to be an awful lot of food piled on the table. Grabbing Truor by the shoulders Tauron propells him to the table where a five course meal awaits, by each course there is a haistly written note saying what the food is. The first note reads: French onion soup the 2nd shellfish pate the 3rd boiled lobster with shrimps, the 4th pork ribs with apple & a fresh salad & the 5th summer berry pie with whipped cream. Tauron stands over Truor until he's eaten every last mouthful & then stands back for the verdict.

Liat is now standing staring at the slight chaos going on before dissapereing off to another part of the pub for a bit of peace.

[greypilgrim]

*Out of one of the windows, Agar and Bill were seen making their way back towards the Bar-entrance. Agar was pulling a rather heavy juke-box along the road, walking backwards. Bill was pushing the thing with both hands, helping to return the lost juke-box to Knockondoor*

"No, you fool, I don't need a break yet! The sooner we return this possesed juke-box the better!"

Bill was confused, but followed Agar's orders and kept pushing it along.

[BlackCaptain]

Nefnarion was with them, and had a bright red glare in his eyes

[YayGollum]

OOC: Woah! Liat_ravensong person! Yikes! Truor ate every bit of what you gave him? Can I at least say that he didn't eat the pork ribses? He's a Beorning. He wouldn't eat something from an animal that he would normally have an intelligent conversation with! oh well.

IC: *Truor pushes himself away from the table and pats his belly superly contentedly* "Good job, Tauron elf! I have to say that I don't like soup, but I guess your French onion kind isn't so bad. Is the word French elvish for something? :rolleyes: oh well. The seafood was great. My favorites. And of course the salad and the dessert were tasty. Usually are. Now get back in that kitchen and get ready for orders! Trahald can add whatever you want onto the menues." *gets a sharp glance from Trahald* "Oh, I mean, Boffin can add whatever you want onto the menues. We have to have a Dwarf's handwriting to make the menues look good for some reason." :rolleyes:

*Knockondor s