Post by Loremaster on Dec 15, 2013 14:22:10 GMT
The Bar Keep - *Burnhilda grabbed a mouth full of nails and started closing of the tavern windows. Spit a nail. Hammer of a fist and they would be nailed up tight in no time. Sign on the door read. "Closed for the end of the world."*
Thibintrot - Similarly, outside of the establishment, a man clad in spotted boxers and straps that act as suspenders, stares at the sign with a look of disdain... While not outspoken about his dismay, the gnomes face retains a contorted scowl and one eye adorned by an oversized spyglass fitted neatly to the ocular. In some form, the odd character was silently cursing the tavern, clearly disapproving of such acts. More importantly, the sign befuddled him, causing the near dumbfounded expression to tune-in narrow eyes upon the writing... Suddenly, with feeling, his hands raise up over his head and a loud cry of sheer rage exhaled from an open mouth -- the howl of an angry gnome, no doubt, who was once again thwarted out of much needed coffee... "YE D'NO WHO'ER MAKIN' MAD'JA DAMN FOUL-CAF STEALIN', BROOM-TOTIN' BASTAGES." called out, the abrupt statement crushing all silence as several bystanders in the township would stare intently at the gnome... then, promptly turn and pretend he was not actually there.
The Bar Keep - *Bang bang bang. The storm shuttered closed and she hammered in another nail. The last window was just closed when gnomish fury lit up the town street. There was cussing and cursing. Swinging of fists, kicking atthe air. All in all a very temper tantrum like pouring out of furry. (picture world of war craft gnome yell animations here. lol) Brunny was perplexed at the sudden calamity of noise on the street she had to investigate. The little gnomey wizard seemed rather upset with the sign on the door. Shrugging to herself she wrote an addendum to the bottomed of the sign.* Today's Special. Corn beef and Cabbage. Enter at your own risk. *Serve that to 30 surly sailors and out them in a closed in space and see if nuclear fall out does not follow.*
Thibintrot - Similarly, outside of the establishment, a man clad in spotted boxers and straps that act as suspenders, stares at the sign with a look of disdain... While not outspoken about his dismay, the gnomes face retains a contorted scowl and one eye adorned by an oversized spyglass fitted neatly to the ocular. In some form, the odd character was silently cursing the tavern, clearly disapproving of such acts. More importantly, the sign befuddled him, causing the near dumbfounded expression to tune-in narrow eyes upon the writing... Suddenly, with feeling, his hands raise up over his head and a loud cry of sheer rage exhaled from an open mouth -- the howl of an angry gnome, no doubt, who was once again thwarted out of much needed coffee... "YE D'NO WHO'ER MAKIN' MAD'JA DAMN FOUL-CAF STEALIN', BROOM-TOTIN' BASTAGES." called out, the abrupt statement crushing all silence as several bystanders in the township would stare intently at the gnome... then, promptly turn and pretend he was not actually there.
The Bar Keep - *Bang bang bang. The storm shuttered closed and she hammered in another nail. The last window was just closed when gnomish fury lit up the town street. There was cussing and cursing. Swinging of fists, kicking atthe air. All in all a very temper tantrum like pouring out of furry. (picture world of war craft gnome yell animations here. lol) Brunny was perplexed at the sudden calamity of noise on the street she had to investigate. The little gnomey wizard seemed rather upset with the sign on the door. Shrugging to herself she wrote an addendum to the bottomed of the sign.* Today's Special. Corn beef and Cabbage. Enter at your own risk. *Serve that to 30 surly sailors and out them in a closed in space and see if nuclear fall out does not follow.*
