You see an middle aged man with slightly grey hair sitting at a table talking with another person. Then suddenly he jumps up draws a broad sword and chop the table in two. "Bring it on people."

?? "are you drunk or something?" ??

"You wish to fight the awsome power of.............damn I forgot my name again." Then he sits back down.

old man, get a life you would not stand a chance against any of us, your clearly about as sober as fargoth over there!!

"I am powerffffffffffffffffff." then the middle aged man passes out.

watches as Fargoth runs out screaming for his friend, Gaenor.

Thomas walks in and grabs the drunk man by his hair. Then slams his head into the corner of the table. Then leaves.

The MIDDLE AGED man gets up staggering. "Wow. You slammed my head. So hows everyone? Think I had one to many ales last night."

Titanius chuckles and says, "you passed out, you old drunk. Go home and sleep it off before you puke all over me. My armor sucks, but I don't wanna buy a new set."

OOC (Out Of Character): Someone just play the role of the barkeep for me

IC (In Character): The middle-aged man walks toward the Barkeep, more a stagger than a walk. His brown cloak is dragging against the ground as he walks. As he walks he struggles his broad sword back in its sheath. He puts his hands on empty chairs as he walks along. When he get to the bar keep he says,” Do you have any rooms here? If so any available and for what price?”

Get lost old man , i haven´t got any rooms for you!
Go puke it out somewhere else!
*goes to serve another client saying*
You probably dont even have 5 drakes!

OOC: Could you play the barkeep alittle longer.

IC: The middle-aged man who is very insulted draws his massive broad sword and takes a mighty swing and cuts into the counter. As it sits there you see it is well polished and has a slight reflection from the dull light in the Tavern. The old man rips out his sword from the counter. He looks at the barkeep and says,"I’ll pay double and for the damages I’ve done if you lend me a room for the night."

Dammit! I need a bouncer! Replies the bartender. Picking up his Dwemer Speak-O-Phone, he dials the number for a rent-a-bouncer. After pciking through some vicious sounding naes, he settles on a redguard named, "Fluffy"

"Unimpressed at the show of force by the puny old man the barkeeper says laughing"
You´ll pay 10 drakes? I think i´m gonna retire!!
Fine! Up the stairs, first room to your left, just don´t make me laugh more or i´ll have to go to the bathroom!


OOC: what are u doing blastoise?!
I´m the barkeeper!

Fluffy walks into the bar, his dwemer crossbow strapped to his thigh. "Man, you have nice thighs!" remarks one facinated High Elf, aptly titled, Ned Flanders.
Fluffy walks up to the washed-up old man, and barks GET OUT YOU MOTHERF-KING DEADBEAT!!!!!!!!!!! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RIP!!!!!!! TEAR!!!!!!!!! MUST KILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fluffy throws his crossbow to Ned FLanders, and pulls out a rare daedric crossbow. "Ohmigosh!" Exclaims Ned. Fluffy gingerly puts a rare daedric bolt onto his crossbow. Ned Flanders is heard in the background squealing in delight. BAM! THe bolt flies out like a tetosterone-fueled race horse. [go to bullet time] the old man extends out his gnarly hand and catches the bolt just centimeters from his chest. "Ohmigosh" exclaims Ned Flanders, who promptly faints.

Whuoaahhh!!
what have you been drinking old man?!

OCC: Dude, are you working in a day job?

"I'll tell you, if you relinquish your daedric crossbow" Ned Flanders is seen wetting himself in the background. MY BEST WEAPON!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU!!!!!!!??? F-KING NUTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????? this weapon was passed down in the family from my dad Pop Je, whose bone is still somewhere in Vvardenfell. "So be it, but I'll tell you this Dagoth Ur is still alive." Ned Flanders giggles and then faints.

Occ:what? why do you ask?

OCC: Because posting during the daytime is just sooooo suspicious...

OCC: Hello..... anyone...... :blink:

Then Redguard Pirate Rune bursts into the room "Give me 100,000 Gold or I'll kill you all!" he pulls out his unbreakable shining Saber. An Imperial guard taunts him. Smiling wickedly he thrusts his Saber into the guard and stands silent.

Oh my god! I´m sooo scared! :lol:
*Laughs to uncontiousness*

"So if Dagoth Ur is not dead, then what is he up to!" Exclaimed Fluffy. The old man said, "plotting the total destruction of the Empire, no matter how clichèd it sounds." "We need a hero to stand up to him, defeat Dagoth Ur once again, and fight for the glory of the empire!" We need the NEVARINE!!!!!!!!!

Who is the neravine?

*walks next to rune*
yeah... me too.. I need more flin

All of a sudden people hear a banging noise,and see a person falling down the stairs...The person stands up and says "Who was that crazy old drunken guy who threw me outta my room!? You cant simply throw the Neravine outta his room! The N'Wah shall die!"

*the bartender wakes up*
-You people crack me up....
*the bartender looks at the newcomer*
-You´re the nerevarine too? "burts into laughter*
-Please no more.... :lol: .... I hope you can pay the boards you destroyed falling!

"Yes as a matter of fact i AM the nerevine!"

"And who are you mr.barkeeper?"

-OMG, not another!
-What do you mean who are you, i´m the barkeeper,....nectarine.... :lol: I crack myself up! :lol:

"Just because im drunk flat on my a** doesnt mean immmmm....not thee...Nurvarnine....

-Nurvanine? :lol: :lol:
*blacks out again* :lol:

"Thats right..black out under my superior...powwwerrrrrrrrr....."

*blacks out*

*The barkeeper wakes up YET again*
-please, no more! :lol:
-I bow to you nurvanine..... :lol: :lol:now pay up....

*wakes up*

"Whatd yooooooou sayyyyy?"

"Oh yes....bow down to me......or gimme some flin and well call it even"

*The barkeeper gives a bottle of flin to the nectarine*
-Here you are nurvanine..... :lol:
-Tell me how a nectarine like you ended up here.

"Well a Dunmer like myself comes from a long line of...."

*passes out*

-These crazy dunmer can´t even stand a bottle o´ flin.....
-gonna get me a torch, set him on fire and see if he wakes up then heh, heh!

"WHERES MY FLIN!!!" Naull demands

"HEY!" What are u doin with that torch!?!?!"

"....we gonna roast some marshmarrow or sumthin"

-Who, me?
*Trows the torch to Naull*
-Let me guess, you´re the nurvanine too Naull! :lol:
-Here´s your flin!
*Trows the flin to Naull*

I like nectarines...

*tears off a piece of his robe, shoves it in the flin bottle so a little is sticking out, and lights the piece of robe on fire* MUWAHAHAHAHA

*Naull throws the Molotv Cocktail behind the bar, runs to the other side of the room, throws a table sideways and hides behind it*


BOOOOOM

MUWAHHAHAHAHAHA

-My oh my....
*the barkeeper grabs Naull and puts out the fire with him*
- You.... shouldn´t ..... play..... with.... fire!

"Let go of me you stupid nectarine!!!!"

Naull jumps out of the barkeeps grsp and runs into a wall.

Exile bursts into the room and drinks five bottles of Flin before noticing the riot in progress...

"Damn Neverbreens," he mutters.

He then leaves twenty Dwemer Coins for the bartender and falls unconcious as one of the Nevetrines throws a barstool at his back...

Just now noticing the barfight,Tah'ruhl pulls out his spear.

He charges at the barkeep and misses.He runs into a shelf of miscellaneous drinks which tips over and falls on him,knockin him unconcious.

"AHHH STUPID WALL MOVE!!" Naull yells. He walks over, picks up a nectarine and throws it at the wall. "Dang. that didn't work <_< "

*The barkeeper climbs a stool and says:*
-Allright every nurvanine calm down!
there´s plenty o´ booze!

pulls himself out from under the shelf


"Who am I?"

"WHAT THE HELL IS A NUVARINE?????? WHERES MY FLIN!!!! I WANT A NECTARINE!!!"

*Exile wakes up and hands Naull a Flin...*

To yer 300th post...

wow this RP sure isnt going anywhere...

looks more like onna these spam story threads to me

either make this story actually go somewhere rather than an endless succession of short barfight posts and getting drunk or im locking it