An ORP bar: The Nexus

Do you believe that people are starting to disappear from or lose interest in ORP?

  • yes

    Votes: 5 62.5%
  • no

    Votes: 3 37.5%

  • Total voters
    8
Byron

(from the short-lived "In the Realms of Althernargn")

As I walk in, I hear them discussing whether or not the monkey can handle his ale. I stop beside the small creature and say, "Well. He isn't as tall as I am, or weigh as much, and I hear monkeys can't handle their alcohol so well as a lionman can, but I'd bet he can put at least a few away. And besides, it would seem he's not driving home."
I shrugged and sat down, smiling at the ladies sitting next to him.
"Good evening, ladies. My name is Byron. Barkeep, could i bother you for a Rolling Rock, bottle if possible?"
 
Smiling, Ulris turned from his perusal of his simian patron, and grinned at the newest addition to the bar.
"Indeed, milord. Sur'en if 'tis a bottle o' rollin' rock ye be wishin', then 'tis a bottle o' rollin' rock ye'll we receivin', ye ken? I'll be back in nought but two shakes, and sur'en ye're drink'll be right wit' ye, all set to be quaffed at ye're discretion, see ye?"
Disappearing once more into the back, the jovial ogre returned quickly, setting a bottle before his customer.
Looking directly into his eyes, Ulris winked, and cut his eyes to the side, where the two ladies sat watching the happenings in the bar. Smiling appreciatively, he whistled, and returned to his post at the bar, his ever-present cloth in hand.
 
Balinor Ohms

Balinor turned back to the ogre "getting a little busy hmm? so, do you know what a dragon would drink?"
 
Swiveling his head away from his potential rival, Sil glanced toward the cloaked stranger who had spoken.
"I believe I can answer that particular question."
Pacing forward, Sil closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts, and... pushed... his mass away, until in his mind there was nothing left, and then formed an image of an elderly human to replace what was gone. When he reopened his eyes, the hands that he held up before him were pale, wrinkled things, ugly, lacking scales or talons of any kind. He gazed around, the large room looking much different from his perspective so much closer to the ground, and continued on toward the questioner, now wearing the guise of an old human male, swathed in a dark robe with blue embroidery running up its sides.
"We drink whatever happens to suite our taste. We are no more alike than are you and the other humans here."
Smiling at Ulris, he gestured, and said simply, "the usual, if you please."
Taking the proffered drink from the ogre, the transformed Sil held it up, the delicate glass pinched lightly between his long, tapering fingers, and waved it in gentle arcs, watching the play of the light off the liquid contents.
"Martini, shaken, not stirred. A feast for the senses, if ever there was one."
Pursing his lips, Sil tipped the glass back, bringing it up to a level with his mouth at the same time, and closed his eyes languidly as the sparkling fluid made its way down through to his palette.
Smiling, he set the glass back down, and settled onto a free stool, adjusting his robe accordingly.
 
Jason finally pulls his attention away from the lady nearby and says "Sorry, sir Ogre. You see, since Shakra has lived around humans he has become amazingly partial to a good brew.
At this point the monkey Shakra bounds back to the bar and proceeds to gulp through half of his pint in a matter of seconds.
"And yes," laughs Jason, "he would like you to know he can certainly hold his own". He pulls out a leather bag full of gold coins and puts them. "Keep these excellent beers coming if you would barkeep, untill the purse is empty or the monkey collapses!"
Shakra aims a soft kick at Jason, who laughs and cuffs him softly behind the ears.
 
"An ye wish it, milord, sur'en its to be done."
Bowing, Ulris took the hefty bag, measuring its contents by weight with the air of one long experienced in such matters, and tossed it nonchalantly into a locked strongbox behind the counter, making a mental note as to the amount of drinks that the small monkey was now entitled to.
 
Byron

I thank the bartender, drop a gold coin on the bar, and watch as he shifts his glance to the ladies next to me. I follow his gaze, looking them over quickly, then shake my head slowly, thinking, he's never pissed off TeShaela. Nothing is more fierce than an angry lioness...but a little conversation wouldn't hurt anything...
"SO, ladies, what are your names?" I ask, politely.
 
Sasha:
"Somehow, Sirroco, I get the feeling that I could ill afford to play cards against you." Sasha replied with a chuckle.

Turning back to the bar and picking up her drink, she listened to the conversation around her: the others at the bar were now engaged in an earnest debate about how well the newly arrived monkey could hold his liquor. She shook her head, an amused expression on her face: had she encountered such a conversation anywhere else, she would have assumed the participants to be madmen; but, in contrast to some of the other things that had just taken place here, a discussion of simian liquor tolerance seemed almost normal.

At his polite enquiry, she turned to the leonine man beside her, curiosity showing in her dark eyes as she took in his appearance. "I am called Sasha,...." She fell silent, deciding against questioning the man as to his nature: it was always safer to aim at keeping one's mouth shut and one's ears open.
 
cards

Balinor watched the arival of these newcomers and grined when he say the monkey. well i don't know about that Sasha, i'll bet if we wait a couple more minutes that monkey's purse-strings will be quite loose, if he keeps on like that of course.
 
Byron

She didn't ask, but I saw the curiosity in her eyes. Why be antisocial? I thought.
"My name is Byron," I returned. "I'm from...well, far away."
WHy bore her with the details?
"SO, what's interesting here tonight? Anything? Besides the monkey of course..."
 
Catching a small piece of conversation about cards, Jason moves over to the small group and introduces himsef before producing a game bord comprised of five colours, a black square in the center with nine spaces, surrounded by four rectangles, green, blue, yellow and red, each with six spaces and a piece of the same colour in each space.
"This isn't cards, but It's quite simple," he says. "If you wish to play, place a coin in the centre. A player takes one colour, you may move one piece per turn in any direction, and move onto another piece to take it. First player to reach the centre wins the coins, furthest from the centre buys a round and makes way for a new player. Oh, and the winner of three games gets this..."
Jason removes from his wrist a thin golden band with a single emrald embedded in the top.
Ordering another beer he asks, "So, anyone interested?"
 
Balinor Ohms

Balinor looked at the cards confused. "alright, i'm going to think about the rules for a min, but i'll play. but after that we've all got to play my game." balinor grinned evilly. this was going to be fun
 
OOC: Cool av Khadgar!

Sasha:
She glanced over at the cloaked man with a grin, "Once again I think you may have the right of it, perhaps we should ask him to play once he's had a few more?"

Turning back to the man next to her, she gave him a friendly smile. "Well met Byron. As for what is interesting, aside from the monkey, I do believe that Sirroco here," she nodded towards the woman seated next to her, "is looking for someone with money to lose."

She watched with interest as the monkey's human companion approached, introducing himself and then presenting a small, brightly colored, board game. Listening to Jason explain the rules, it seemed straight forward enough. "I'm in." She said, placing a coin in the middle of the board.
 
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Balinor Ohms

Balinor placed a coin in the center "i'm in as well" he looked back up. "but after, we play Flonk. it is a funny evil game i picked up from a place called Mermadon. but this first."

OOC: thanks Crysede! i like it
 
Jason places a coin in the center of the board. "Anyone else?" he asks. "Room for one more player. Alright sir, I'll play your game next," he says to the second player.
 
Sil looked on, bemused, as the newcomers began speaking of this new game of theirs. The stakes looked quite interesting, piquing even his curiosity, but he declined to play. He was far more interested in the people who came to frequent his establishment than the petty amusements that they dabbled in. Besides, though the bauble did indeed look interesting, he had a thousand more like it, and even more that were not like it at all. A small smile touched his lips briefly at the thought of his immense hoard, and he stretched languidly, his human form rippling slightly as he relaxed his control over it momentarily. It returned to its proper state quickly, and he sat up straighter on his stool, glancing at Ulris as he did so.
the bemused expression on the ogre's wide face confirmed that his brief lapse had been noticed, by the barkeep at least, and he siletly berated himself for the loss of control.
Such things happened when one relaxed overmuch, and allowed one's defences to come down...
Shaking his head to clear it, Sil turned his gaze toward the door, wondering idly if anymore patrons might show up this night to grace his bar.
 
Balinor Ohms

Balinor got up and pulled the second dragon out of the air, and carried him outside. comming back in he caught a few odd glances. "what? he wasn't doing anything! and that was quite a bit of room he was taking up." Balinor sat back down at the table and waited for someone to make their move
 
Jason starts coughing into his drink from laughter. The monkey, lying on the bar next to a half finished beer in what is presumably laughter, though it's hard to tell when a drunken monkey is laughing.
This second sight is what causes Jason to fall over from laughter.
Controlling his laughter, Jason offers Sirroco a coloured playing piece. "Miss? would you do the honours of playing the fourth square?"
Shakra is now dancing around the bar between the old man that was a dragon and the bartender. Jason collapses laughing again.
 
The dragon suddenly shifted back to human form and walked inside. "Please refrian from doing that again. I was locked in mental combat with some absolute idiot who tried to conquer my nation. In the end, I melted his brain and ripped his eyes out. By the way, who are you, if you're not the evil overlord trying to take over this world? I mean, a guy expects to travel to a new dimension and find the evil boss right in front of him, so he can kill him, go back to his home world and keep his nation under control. Now is that too much to ask?!" asked the man excitedly. "Oh, by the way, I'm Lokken the Great, also known as Bringer of the Red Light, Golden Arm, Immortal, Evil's Bane, No Love, Vengeful, and Emperor of Taros", Lokken introduced. At the mention of Golden Arm, he winced, and was clearly holding back tears at No Love. At Vengeful, such a look of hatred came to his eyes it caught even Sil unawares.
 
Bryant eases the door to the Nexus open and pokes his head inside the door. Seeing the sign that claimed the establishment was open, and having never been to a place like this on his own, he decided to have himself his own little adventure.

He steps inside, putting his hand back against the door to keep it from slamming. Bryant stands about five feet seven inches and has long brown hair. He has a small and compact frame but he is quite solid despite the fact. He straightens and walks toward the bar, not meeting anyones gaze. In one hand he holds a scabbard with a sword resting in it, about halfway up the blade. The scabbard is finely crafted, probably fit for a longsword, and silver glints from the tip and from the sword's crossguards.

He lifts the sword and sets it on the bar to his left, he had found a stool to put everyone to his right, and he turns to sit sideways on the stool. He glances up for the first time really, and visably jumps as his eyes come to rest upon the ogre.

"Uhmm...Hi, could I have a uhh... I guess I'll have a pint... please", he says rather nervously. "Oh!", he says as if he remembered something while he digs into a pocket to pull out a few silver pieces, and slides them toward the ogre with a couple fingers.
 
Balinor Ohms

Balinor watched as the monkey fell over and started to dance, drunk obviously, and then Lokken came in, and gave his speach. a small smile curled on Balinor's lips and in no loud voice, he commented "not too big on modesty is he now?" he wondered if he pulled the floor out from under him if he'd float there, supported by.... well, lets not think insulting thought now.

and then someone completely the opposite walked in, a small man who seemed so shy or frightened the bartender startled him when asking for a drink order. Balinor smiled at the man "greetings stranger, i am Balinor."
 
Bryant

The teenager nods to Balinor and offers his hand, slipping his hand past Balinor's wrist and gripping his forearm in a strong greeting. "Hello, my name is Bryant. How are you faring today Sir?"

His eyes appraise Balinor as best they can while not piercing him with a stare.
 
Balinor Ohms

Balinor smiled at the young man and returned the grip. "i am well, and yourself?"
 
Sasha:
Sasha turned to Jason, waiting for his latest fit of laughter to subside before attempting to speak with him.

"It would appear that Sirroco's attention is elsewhere at the moment, but perhaps the new arrival," she indicated the young man with a slight nod of her head, "or Emperor Lokken, the great-unloved-vengeful-golden-
armed-immortal-bringer-of-the-evil-red-light, would be interested in our game?"
 
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Bryant

Bryant glances to the lady quickly as she mentions the word "newcomer", meeting her eyes just for an instant.

"Uhm, no thanks, I'm sorry Lady but I don't play...uh... Em-Emporer?"

His eyes quckly search the rooms occupents, quickly trying to decipher who may indeed be royalty. Surely the man in robes with the blue embroidery that is sitting on that stool just there, surely, he must be the Emporer...

But his face only shows confusion.
Golden haired, vengeful and immortal bringer of red light...?
He turned that over in his head for a moment, but upon coming up with nothing, looks to the bar tending ogre for his drink.
 
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