Da Bar

Nomad Galileo had been out in the woods playing cards with Some elves and some Ents. He was winning and being accused of cheating. No matter how much Nommy protested, the Elves would not believe him and the Ent took his side.

Basically, the Ent picked up Nomad and threw him out of the woods. He flew very far and landed smack dab into the door of a building sittingin the middle of nowhere. The door gave way to his momentum and the next thing he knew he was looking up into the face of a Troll.

Please check any weapons at the door!

Nomad simply sniffed and realized he was in a drinking establishment....."NO Weapons here, friend." He then stood up and bumped into a table of guests. "OH..excuse m...." but he didnt get the words out. Recognition was on his face... No Way! What are all you folks doing here in the middle of nowhere? Well, nevermind...as a certain centauri says...the Universe is a strange place...you never know what hand it will deal you."

With that...Nomad sat down with friends...he orders a Sammy ( Sorry, cant breeak that tradition) and catches up with old friends.

Coming out of an unfamiliar void with no people, highways, alien beings, or anything else visible, I walked head first into a building that wasn't there a moment before. I enter.

Getting past the [img]graemlins/devil.gif[/img] troll by handing over my blaster, but keeping my slingshot concealed in my cloak, I wander over to a group of familiar & friendly people and greet everyone.

A quick look over the menu, I place my order for a black draft & settle back to watch the clientele.

Initially PC was shocked by what she saw. Merle as a bus boy? Well stranger things have happened.

PC grinned "Potatoe skins sound really good."


What the heck lets have some fun

"Whats your name and where are you from?"

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Sindatur and Blare are flying around looking for a place to go and hang out, since none of the PATDs seem to be open anymore and all of a sudden a window (a closed one I might add) jumps up in front of Sindatur and *wham*, Sindatur sinks to the ground.

Blare rushes to Sindatur's side and pulls out smelling salts. Sindatur jumps up, and sees little birds flying all around his head.

"Hey, I hear some party sounding sounds coming from in here, let's go in."

The pair of lovebirds (well, actually they're Owls in Love, but you get the picture) enters the dank establishment to be greeted by a big ugly fiercesome troll.

"Weapons please"

Sindatur gets into a snit, "I haven't got any weapons, I don't believe in carrying weapons,..."

The troll covers it's ears and waves the pair in.

Blare looks around and says, "Sin, honey, aren't those your friends over there dear?"

Sindatur walks right up and greets all his friends. "Hi PC, Nommy, Baze, Ian, AsIs, and Wizz. Oh and look, over there by the coatrack, it's that nice Jasoom.

Then the waiter walks up, and, "Hey Merle, great to see ya. Lawyerin' work gettin' hard to find these days? I'll take a Tom Collins Tall, and my sweetheart here will have a Heineken."

After catching up on some old times, Nomad decides to show da gang a little trick that was taught to him by the Ents.

Nomad waves his hands over the wooden table and there, out of a knot in the table, grew a small branch that sprouted some leaves then some blossoms.
"Hmmm...Must be cherry wood."

Baze stared after the retreating figure of the now-fawning Merle.

"Hey, Merle! That'll be another pint for me, and whatever you want for yourself, too."
She cocked an eyebrow at the barman. "He is allowed to drink on duty, isn't he?"

When Merle arrived with the trayful of drinks, Baze leaned over. "So, how did you end up here?"

Rantarn enters the bar and is confronted by a rather ugly looking troll demanding that all weapons be checked.

"Weapons, weapons.....oh yeah, hang on a sec."

Rantarn hands over a shining broadsword with platinum pommel, a flintlock pistol, a pulse cannon, a hand grenade, three throwing stars, a blowgun complete with poison-tipped darts, brass knuckles, a Civil War era carbine, a stilleto, and a battle axe.

"There, I think that's it."

Spying the folks congregating at the table, he speeds over.

"Well hello. Looks like I found the place to be."

OK Mer;le, I give. I thought you were just messing around. Have you found God? The Beer God that is. I guess working at a bar has its quirks.

WHile others were served their drinks, PC wondered where her potato skins where. sheesh Merle is sure slow with the food

"ummm Merle, I ordered potato skins a while back. Any idea when they are coming out? While I'm waiting, I'll have a black and tan please."

She heard Nommy ask Merle what was up and smiled "Who knows Nommy, maybe Merle decided that it was time to live a different life. After a while you get tired of being the same thing. Not to mention, I don't want him changing professions until after I ge tmy potato skins."

Seeing Jasoom and Rantarn PC smiles "Hey guys, long time no see. What type of trouble have you been getting into?"

'Hey Prof, nice to see you' jas says smiling, as he makes a mental note to order some potato skins, soon as he spots Merle. 'Nice to see everyone here!'

'Well, i'm occasionally a bad boy on the Yahoo boards, but only when I'm pounced on first.' [img]wink.gif[/img]