Pub of Evil Goings-On

[Morgoth]

As I would consider it distasteful to leave the likes of Middle Earth without a pub, I figured I'd open another. And who can't get enough of this hot bod? You know the drill, don't make me get medieval on your heinie! Drinks, refreshments, and whatnot are whatever you want, but no five course meals, Xavier is a horrid cook!


Gili Edit: Full of yourself, aren't we?

[Morgoth]

Morgoth, non-late as always, strolled into the Pub, taking a seat at a table made of onyx, on a chair made of bones... err, wood, of some sort. The Dark Lord, seeing nobody else there yet, pulled out a book he had taken to writing in, as well as an inkwell and quill. Dipping the feather into the inkwell, and blotting the murky liquid a bit, he began penning a passage between the covers, with a bold, flowing script that hid the dark message behind their innocent letters...

[Giliathriel Alquasilme]

Giliathriel walked dazedly into the pub in Mordor. Very disgruntled, she went up and ordered some mint tea, and sat down, musing.




Gili OOC: Yeah it's short, but I know I need to help get things moving, so here it is.

[Xavier]

Xavier smiled as the pub began to be filled, first by the "regulars," namely Morgoth, and the lovely yet mysterious Giliathriel. Hallo! He said, mostly to Gili, but in a more indirect way to Morgoth. One mint tea coming up. The man said with a smile, pulling a pot of boiling water off of a conveniently located hot-air vent, the pulled super-heated water from the core of Orodruin. Pouring the scalding-hot water into a well-insulated earthenware mug, he found a tea-bag with mint leaves in it, and dropped it into the mug. He pushed the steaming mug over to the woman, digging through the drawers to find a stirring swhat for her. Want any sugar, sugar? He asked with a grin, then pulled out a small decanter with the sweet substance inside. After attending to her, the man headed over to Morgoth, taking with him the obligatory shot of whiskey, and whatever else the Dark Lord happened to be wanting that day. How may I help you? He asked, setting the glass on the counter.

[Morgoth]

Hearing the despicable sound of Xavier's girly-man voice, Morgoth glared, being disrupted from his very-important work on his parchment book. However, his anger was eased a bit when he brought over his whiskey, which Morgoth quickly consumed. Another of that, and a Mushy... He said, indicating not the hobbit's favorite food, but an iced drink with dwarf blood and Nazgul screams, as well as some bog-water from the dead marshes... it really was quite a drink, even for Morgoth...

[RunyadStouty]

Runya entered the pub, and took a seat with Gili and Morgoth. "Ello" she grumbled. Runya walked upt to Xavier, reading the menu, and asking "Are 4 course meals allowed, and if they are, I'd hope you'd do a good job/ "For now, tea, like Gili, sir"..
Stouty stamped her way back to her seat and sat back down, shaking the table as she sat.

[Morgoth]

Morgoth looked up again, this time to see not one of the free lands, but one of his own, Runya. He nodded at her, smiling inwardly at the orcette, quite glad to see one of those under his command. Welcome, dear Runya. The fare isn't the best, but if you wanted gourmet, I don't think you'd have come here... He said, grinning at the new minion. So how do you like it here? Are there any things you'd like changed, addded, subtracted? He asked, figuring input from those that could think for themselves would be helpful to him.

[Xavier]

With a smirk, Xavier shook his head at Runyad. No, unless you want guts, 'tines, 'trails, and gullets. Otherwise, you're outta luck. But we do have tea, I suppose. The water tastes like oliphaunt sweat, but whatever floats your boat. The short man set about making the tea, and then slid the mug over to where the minioness sat. It's on the house, just because Morgoth hates that. He said, still smirking, and smiled innocently at Morgoth.