The Split Skull Tavern (New poll)

[Chath Tiu]

Antag0ni5tic

Chath Tiu

Antag0ni5tic

Chath Tiu

Antag0ni5tic

Antag sighed. "Long story short? I guess you'd call me a wanderer. I needed a place to hide away for a little while. I've no particular place to go, nothing tying me down. Its gotten a bit dull, y'see?"

"Sounds just like my life...Well now at least. I wasn't a wander back in my first millenia or so of life. Stuck close to Home, you see, on patrols. We live in the Underdark."

She nodded. "So, whats it like? Running the tavern and dealing with all sorts of people that wander in, I mean. Do you get restless?"

"A little. I let Taure run the taveren evey once in a while and go off exploreing the wide world. Wheather by Ship or by foot, it all depends on my mood that day."

"You wouldnt happen to know if anybody's looking for a crew, would you?" she asked, trying not to sound hopeful. She had spent a lot of time wandering, and didnt particularly want to do so any longer. Antag was bored as hell. Wandering is great, has its advantages, but when you've been all over the island, it gets a little tiresome.

She was glad for the solace she had found inside the tavern. Earlier, she had thought she'd seen a former crew member shed known and sailed with five years ago. The sight of him spooked her thoroughly, if it even was him. But it wasnt possible, or so she thought anyway. Antag was anxious to get off the island, as soon as possible.

"On the mainland, in Waterdeep I heard some talk about needing a crew in the Halfmoon I think it was called."  

[Chath Tiu]

Ameko no Mori

Azucel entered, looking rather haggard, as if she'd been dragged around by a coach for some time. In fact, she had been caught in a storm aboard her ship, and rowing in on the boats, her and most of her crew had been thrown onto the beach. This meant that she and everyone she knew was completely sopping wet with sea water, covered in sand, seaweed and who knows what else. They smelled of the sea, because they'd just been dunked in it, and because they had been lost upon it for some months now.

Approaching the bar, she sat down with a rather disturbing squish, and proceeded to ring out her sopping wet hair. She'd arrived about an hour ago, and though the skies had begun to clear, it obviously wasn't sunny enough to have dried her off.

*Storm looked over at her, a look a pain crossing her face.*
"I hope my storm didn't delay you, did it? Need something warm and would put a Gutbuster to sleep in minuets?"  

[Chath Tiu]

xxP1rateGrlxx

ahh i think thats enough for me. now lass if you could just show me to my room...

*Tossed her a key with the number 6 on it.*
"Your in room six. Upstairs and thrid door on your right."
*Sat back and probed my feet up on the table, siping from my mug.*  

[Chath Tiu]

kibo_botch

Kibo walks in, immediately locates Storm, and walks over.

Kibo: Just a head's up, we're heading out in about an hour. get your things ready. Ye might want to notify the lass that just went upstairs, as well.

Kibo waves casually as he turns around and walks out the door.

*Noded and finished my drink. Turned to Taure siting quietly in the corner, watching everything that had happened the past couple of days.*
"You've got the Taveren, Taure. I'll be in my room packing if you need me."
*Stood up and headed up stairs, readying my things.*  

[Chath Tiu]

Sir Tiny

Chath Tiu

Sir Tiny

Chath Tiu

Sir Tiny

aye it is

"Now if only I could rember where I put that token..."
*Starts looking around and lifting up furniture.*
((Yay! 201 pages ^^))

token for what ((you mean posts?))

"To where I keep the rum. There's not enough room on this world for all of it so I'm storeing it in an extra demiontaly poket until I need more."
((Yeah, typo, sorry.))

oh i see ((thought so lol))

*Lifted up one fairly small keg of ale from it's shelf agaisnt the wall and smiled. Set it to te side and pulled out a small gold coin looking object and sliped in into a belt pouch.*
"Much better. Now at least, we're not in imeatite danger of running out of Ale and rum."  

[Chath Tiu]

Ameko no Mori

"Your storm?" she asked, an inquisitive look gracing her features. It was in no way inviting, but it was still inquisitive, nonetheless. Her brows had a peculiar thickness to them, and an arch that made her appear angry at all times, though she was usually troubled by something or other, so it fit her persona.

"Well, if you're talking about rum," she said with a quick smile. "That's something I'd love a sip of, now, isn't it?" She droned out her words in a thick Spanish accent, evidence of her nationality, along with her olive dark skin and black hair. It wasn't unusual for gypsies to become pirates though, and they tended to look alike. The accent only hinted at her origin. It didn't even tell true of her alliance, for she was in fact allied with England.

"Aye, that's me. Who might you be? You just want a rum and nothing else? No pleausreable company, no food, no room, no informtation?"
*Snaped my fingers a bottle of rum and a mug floated out to where she was sitting, bobbing gently infront of her.*  

[Chath Tiu]

Antag0ni5tic

Chath Tiu

Antag0ni5tic

Chath Tiu

Antag0ni5tic

She nodded. "So, whats it like? Running the tavern and dealing with all sorts of people that wander in, I mean. Do you get restless?"

"A little. I let Taure run the taveren evey once in a while and go off exploreing the wide world. Wheather by Ship or by foot, it all depends on my mood that day."

"You wouldnt happen to know if anybody's looking for a crew, would you?" she asked, trying not to sound hopeful. She had spent a lot of time wandering, and didnt particularly want to do so any longer. Antag was bored as hell. Wandering is great, has its advantages, but when you've been all over the island, it gets a little tiresome.

She was glad for the solace she had found inside the tavern. Earlier, she had thought she'd seen a former crew member shed known and sailed with five years ago. The sight of him spooked her thoroughly, if it even was him. But it wasnt possible, or so she thought anyway. Antag was anxious to get off the island, as soon as possible.

"On the mainland, in Waterdeep I heard some talk about needing a crew in the Halfmoon I think it was called."

"I see. Perhaps somebody will need a doctor on board. In the meantime, would you happen to have any vacancy here, a room I could stay in?"

*Noded and tossed her a key with the number one one both sides of it.*
"Your in room 1. If you need anything, just ask."