Discord
Changelog
07-17-2010, 09:08 AM
Racous clanking precedes the arrival of a titanic figure in clad in red steel. Purposefull strides resound off of the Sea Wolf's smoke and bloodstained planks as the figure closes to the bar. Steel screeches and oak creaks as the warrior arranges itself upon the almost ludicrously inadequate bar stool.
The imposing four horned helm flys to the floor as if anxious to escape the horror beneath. A ritually scarred face, ugly and brutish even by orcish standards, splits its jagged toothy maw and booms, "Vortar has the dust of a thousand camel trodden leagues in his throat!" while it's taloned fist slams two small golden coins upon the bar with a meaty thunk.
Hastily the barkeep scoops the coins and delivers a large tankard of frothy black ale the consistency of mud. The creature snatches the mug in a grip that conjures visions of strangulation in onlookers and drains it in one mighty gulp before slamming the tankard back to the bar.
A disturbing expression that might have been a smile but caused panicked sweating in one of the barmaids alights upon the creatures face and in a deep voice like stones grinding glass while submerged in blood it thunders, "By Gruumsch's third testicle this must be why father one eye hasn't let his brood kill all the little humans; We have not mastered their hallowed secrets of Ale brewing! Oscabb the Corpulent never brewed so fine a drink! His finest tastes like cat vomit steeped in piss compared to this!"
The imposing four horned helm flys to the floor as if anxious to escape the horror beneath. A ritually scarred face, ugly and brutish even by orcish standards, splits its jagged toothy maw and booms, "Vortar has the dust of a thousand camel trodden leagues in his throat!" while it's taloned fist slams two small golden coins upon the bar with a meaty thunk.
Hastily the barkeep scoops the coins and delivers a large tankard of frothy black ale the consistency of mud. The creature snatches the mug in a grip that conjures visions of strangulation in onlookers and drains it in one mighty gulp before slamming the tankard back to the bar.
A disturbing expression that might have been a smile but caused panicked sweating in one of the barmaids alights upon the creatures face and in a deep voice like stones grinding glass while submerged in blood it thunders, "By Gruumsch's third testicle this must be why father one eye hasn't let his brood kill all the little humans; We have not mastered their hallowed secrets of Ale brewing! Oscabb the Corpulent never brewed so fine a drink! His finest tastes like cat vomit steeped in piss compared to this!"