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Post by Imbeglín Oronrá on Nov 27, 2003 13:20:17 GMT -5
Thanks for your help, I really need it.
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Post by Séregon Telemnar on Nov 27, 2003 13:27:44 GMT -5
no problem, always glad to help
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Post by h on Nov 27, 2003 13:30:42 GMT -5
"Maybe we could cage it and keep it as the Tavern pet  " |
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Post by Séregon Telemnar on Nov 27, 2003 13:32:31 GMT -5
yeah, the druken rat
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Post by Imbeglín Oronrá on Nov 27, 2003 15:21:33 GMT -5
Hehe, yeah. it has a sort of ring to it, don't you think? "The Drunken rat!" Heeheehee.
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Post by h on Nov 27, 2003 15:47:44 GMT -5
"Haha, it does! We could keep it on the bar in a cage, as a................."mascot""
Elkith starts laughing uncontrollably.
"Ok, it wasn't that funny."
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Post by Imbeglín Oronrá on Nov 27, 2003 15:49:56 GMT -5
Oooook!!!  I'm just gonna go and hide under the stairs until you've calmed down. |
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Post by h on Nov 27, 2003 15:58:23 GMT -5
"A nice pint would calm me down Imbeglion ;D."
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Post by Imbeglín Oronrá on Nov 27, 2003 16:02:58 GMT -5
Anything.
*Starts filling pint after pint*
How many do you want?
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Post by h on Nov 27, 2003 16:52:57 GMT -5
"As many as I can drink before closing time!"
Starts on first pint.
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Post by Telemar on Nov 27, 2003 17:47:11 GMT -5
"Is that a drinking challange i hear from you Elkith" says Findecáno walking in the bar and throwing his cloak on the hook
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Post by h on Nov 27, 2003 17:53:11 GMT -5
"We're on Findecáno!"
Elkith finisheshis 1st pint, and refills his glass to the brim, he waits for Findecáno to get his pint ready.
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Post by Telemar on Nov 27, 2003 17:56:04 GMT -5
"Can I get one pint please Imbeglion, and make sure it's to the brim" Findecáno called
He grabed the pint with his hand and said
"Your call, just say when............."
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Post by h on Nov 27, 2003 17:58:03 GMT -5
"NOW!"
Elkith downs his entire pint, and comes up panting for breath. He refills his glass to the brim again, spilling some on the counter.
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Post by Telemar on Nov 27, 2003 17:58:28 GMT -5
Striagh away Findecáno down the pint and his throat was bulging in agony and he was nearly drowned in ale.
He finished the glass and gasped for air but slammed down on the table and said keep em coming.
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I'm just gonna go and hide under the stairs until you've calmed down.