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Post by EstelUnderhill on Oct 4, 2004 14:22:57 GMT 10
Welcome one and all to The Red Dragon. This is strictly RPG, so no out of character posts please! This is a place for Hobbits to drink, smoke pipeweed, eat, sing, dance or whatever else takes your fancy. Please be nice to one another, but please do have fun. Order what you like from our menu and if you don't see what you want ask, it's worth a try! I' ll be your landlady, Estel so if I can help with anything don't be afraid to ask. Menu
Drinks
Ale
Strawberry Ale
Apple Cider
Red and White Wine
Rum
Dorwinion Wine
Rohirric Green Ale
Ithilien Wine
Midoluuin Wine
Coffee
Tea
Various Milkshakes
Snacks
Mushroom Pastie
Mushroom Plater
Mushroom Soup
Tomato Soup
Salad
Spicy Chicken Salad
Coney Stew
Fried Fish and Chips
Desserts
Apple Pie
Strawberry Cheesecake
Chocolate Cake
Various Ice Creams
Blueberry or Chocolate MuffinsIf you wish to give a suggestion to add to the menu please do! Rules -Stay IC at all times. If you must post OOC, do so at the bottom of your post. -Respect other people in the pub. -Make your posts interesting and descriptive. -Have fun! I now declare The Red Dragon open for business! Enjoy! |
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Post by Morgoth on Nov 9, 2004 20:25:07 GMT 10
With a gust of wind, the door to the inn opens, revealing a tall figure, who then strode into the place with large strides. His face, though mostly obscured by a raven dark cloak, was handsome, or perhaps menacing, depending on which way you looked at it. His lips bore a sarcastic grin, which was about as close to a smile as one could expect from him.
He reached the bar, whereupon he set his hands on the counter and waited for the tender to come over. Nodding at the hobbit he ordered an ale and coney stew. Upon the fulfillment of his order, he sat down on a stool at the bar, to converse with the tender, as the place seemed to be lacking of customers at the time. When he spoke, it reminds one of syrup, sweet and thick, or rather of fetid compost, sickening to some, yet attractive to others.
He nodded again at the tender, extending his hand for a handshake, a commoner's way of greeting, as he had previously observed. 'Ello, pleased to meet. How's your day been? He spoke in a concise way, not wasting time with the sort of boring verbosity that some tended to lean towards. The tender, realising the sort of man she was dealing with, smiled warily and replied: Aye, same here. It's been a tad slow as of late, p'raps it will be a mite busier later. How goes it with you, my dear sir? He asked, not quite desperate for a conversation, yet not wanting to spend more time alone than needed, as his job does require a sufficient amount of 'people skills', as it were.
Nodding again, the stately patron's hair flopping a bit as his head moved, the dark locks gleaming like they had the essence of the Silmarils inside of his very body. 'S been alright. Travelling for so long tends to make one weary, if not of foot, then of mind. You ne'er really imagine how much thinking you do when one travels until one spends a great amount of time plodding along on dirt roads. It almost sickens me to think of the lowly scum that traversed those dusty paths before me. His eyes glinting, the customer had let the tender glimpse the sculpture before the official unveiling...
Tilting his head to the side, the tender considered what the man had just revealed to him. Surmising that this just wasn't some ordinary traveller, but not knowing what level this man possessed on the social hierarchy. So, where are you from? And what business brings you so far from home, if I may endeavor to ask... The two men sized each other up, and the patron decided that the other was worthy of the truth, not just a fool to feed senseless drivel to.
I come from the dark lands, not staying in one place longer than needed, so I suppose one could say I am from everywhere, if that is what you would like to hear. But my business is merely to travel the lands, and my personal business is just that, I do not talk of such with anyone, however trustworthy they be of hearing it. But, I will reveal to you that you are a man after my own, take that as you will. Eh... and I'd like some more ale, my throat is still parched from my travels.
The tender filled a mug, and slid it over to the sole occupant of the tavern, besides himself, of course. With a sigh of satisfaction, the patron downed the ale and gently set the tankard on the counter, then looked back at the tender with slightly glazed eyes. Taking an opportunity that might not come again, the tender asked: Still sir, you have not told me what your name is, or, at least, what you would like me to call you. If it matters any, my name is (whatever the tender's name is). Snapping out of his slightly alchoholic stupor, the man set his eyes dead on the tender's, and said to him even without speaking, that his true name might never be revealed. Call me Ned, if that's what you like. But sir is perfectly fine by me, of course.
With a slight nod of his head, the tender conceded that the patron was quite a mystery, and took hold of the empty mug to have it cleaned. The customer's eyelids were half shut, and the tender proceeded with care, so as to not disturb this mysteriously distinguished guest.
(I hope you don't mind me npc-ing a bartender...> Morgoth)
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Elestar
Lost Soul
Rider of the Mark
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Post by Elestar on Nov 25, 2004 0:18:20 GMT 10
After many miles of riding, Elestar found herself peering into a tavern that seemed, for the moment, lonely. After dismounting, she tied her steed, Trumholdeoh, to the hitching post provided and then ambled towards the window of the establishment.
Inside, she noticed that there were only two figures: a rather normal looking bar-tender and a man whose appearance seemed indescribable--at least from her position outside the window. She soon made up her mind to enter the tavern, for she needed to fill her stomach and a well known fact is that hobbits are experts on the subject of filling one's tummy.
The door creaked on its hinges as Elestar cautiously opened it, hoping that the establishment was open for business (she had cause to woner since there seemed to be only 1 patron present). She stepped inside and shut the door rather noisily behind her. As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, Elestar noticed that the man seemed asleep, as the bartender was taking careful precautions not to disturb him.
Wondering who this man was that had the tender so quiet, Elestar strode towards the bar. At the sound of her heavy boots upon the wooden floor, the bartender gestured wildly for her to cease her racket. Elestar immediately stopped, hoping that she had not roused the seemingly sleeping man.
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Post by Fiwen Brandybuck on Nov 27, 2004 5:20:13 GMT 10
Fiwen, peeking inside The Red Dragon, saw that it was open, although there was a rather unusual customer at the bar. She walked nervously inside, wondering whether this was a good idea. The sight of another person, beside the curious stranger, encouraged her, and she walked up to the lady, slightly nervous.
Hello, I'm Fiwen. You look like you've travelled far. I hope you have had a pleasant journey. Slowly Fiwen moved towards the bar, and looked at the drinks. Deciding she would like an apple cider, she handed over a couple of silver pieces, then returned back to the woman, ready to have a friendly conversation if she was willing. The woman looked friendly enough, nothing like the suspicious stranger at the bar.
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Post by Morgoth on Nov 30, 2004 9:25:41 GMT 10
Hearing footsteps on the floor, Morgoth sat up, and looked around. The bartender was silently telling the person to be quiet, apparently so as not to wake him. Yawning, he looked at the door and saw another person enter the inn. With a low growl, he turned away and ordered a rum. With one gulp, half of the liquid was gone, the drinker then leaned back and gave a sidelong glance at the two patrons...
<Mo Edit: Fiwen, good rp-ing, but please do not include other people's actions in your post, unless they are already stated by the person. Otherwise, it is considered god-moding, as far as I know, and tisn't looked kindly upon... Basically, don't try to guess the future actions of someone, because they might be wrong and a misunderstanding could ensue... It was a rather minor thing, I just wanted to warn you for the future, ok? Thanks>
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Post by Fiwen Brandybuck on Dec 1, 2004 1:45:33 GMT 10
Slightly put out by the speed at which the strange man had gulped his drink, Fiwen sat with her cider and took a few small gulps, suppressing a burp. She noticed, with unease, that the man was looking at her, but determined to ignore him. Why should he disrupt her activities? She continued to sip her cider a little more comfortably, but still wary of the man.
<because I'm Morgoth, that's why>
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Post by ara46 on Dec 1, 2004 9:55:18 GMT 10
Ara dismounted off of her horse.and then she stepped wearily into the pub.she ordered an ale and a coney stew.she went over and sat down at a table.she was tired more in mind than in body she thought:I wonder if they have rooms to stay in here?..a light touch on her arm roused her from her thoughts.her meal was ready and then she thanked the hobbit who brought it to her and then she began to eat.she finished the meal and then the hobbit came back and took her plate away.she laid her head on her arms and concentrated on staying awake and then relaxed and fell asleep at the table..
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Post by Nightmare From The Abyss on Dec 12, 2004 12:54:57 GMT 10
*The door creaks open a bit, and a black figure inserts himself into the room. The air grows a bit chilly as he finds his way over to a seat. He removes his cape to reveal a black dome for a head, and nothing else. No eyes, no ears, mouth, nose, nothing. In fact, if someone was to see him and judge by his appearance, they would only suspect him to have one sense, and that is the sense of touch. However, he would soon prove those theories incorrect, as he signals to a waitress in the far corner of the room to come and get his order. A low mumble can be heard issuing from his non-existent mouth, and the waitress makes out "strawberry ale please". The waitress looks confused, wondering how this creature will be able to drink anything. But she assumes that he is paying for it, and money is money after all. She goes back behind the counter to get the drink...*
*In the meanwhile, Nightmare looks around the pub, eyeing each individual person (even though they don't know he is looking at them, how can they know when he has no eyes?). He looks over each of them, determining whether or not they might be a potential threat. He scans the escape entrances, the possible weapons in the room (silverware, cups, trays, tables, chairs.... anything that can do harm). Not that he would ever use these things out of his own pleasure, but in case he was attacked, he wanted to be ready....*
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Dec 12, 2004 17:06:33 GMT 10
A Jingle is heard as the door opens in a rush of wind and a small but commanding figure enters, looking very windswept but very well all the same. Gili looks around, and spots Nightmare, and goes up to greet him. Hello, you may have seen me before, but I am Giliathriel, otherwise known as Gili. May I join you?she is heard saying, while motioning to a seat, and bowing her greetings
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Post by Nightmare From The Abyss on Dec 12, 2004 23:37:26 GMT 10
*Looks up at the new person and he realizes the warmth that this pub produces. When people come up and greet someone who looks no better than a Ringwraith or the Necromancer, they must be pretty open. He quickly stands up and holds out his hand* Hello Gili, my name is Nightmare from the Abyss, but please call me Victor, or whatever other nickname you may be able to draw from my long name. Of course you can join me! I love comany! *motions to the seat across from him at the small round table*
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Milladra
Wandering Seeker
Rider of the Mark
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Post by Milladra on Jan 1, 2005 18:28:55 GMT 10
at her last stop for the day before riding back to the Gondorien pub, Milladra walks into the red dragon inn, happy to see one of her fellow riders, Elestar. She walks up to him and says "Mellon Nin, how long have you been a member of Rohan? I have only just come to the fine country, with the rolling hills and endless plains to ride my horse Lantae Elen to my hearts content.
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Post by Morgoth on Jan 5, 2005 17:03:41 GMT 10
Becoming rather bored, Mo looked around the pub and spotted two of his underlings. The sight of them made him smile, but didn't relieve his boredom. Feeling the urge for a drink, he ordered a Rum, dismayed that there wasn't much that was stronger than that. He drank the rum, though it wasn't as satisfying as something he liked much more... Something like the blood of a newly slain man... The mere thought of killing, or the drinking of blood made Mo quiver... with delight, and the longing to go and do just that. His eyes reflected his feelings, becoming slightly glazed and taking on a reddish tint, almost glowing, some might say...
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Post by Fiwen Brandybuck on Jan 11, 2005 2:18:25 GMT 10
Feeling even more edgy now that all these people were entering the pub, each towering over her, Fiwen decided that she would try to ignore them and imagine herself somewhere else, while still trying to appear brave. She finished her cider and asked for a mushroom pastie and tomato soup, along with a mug of tea, for a light snack. After all, it wasn't really time for a main meal yet. A little more comfort was all she needed to alleviate her fears.
Slowly Fiwen settled back in her chair, chewing thoughtfully on her pastie and gulping her tea. The comfy chair was making her feel sleepy, but she couldn't go to sleep until she had finished the meal.
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Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Jan 17, 2005 19:28:31 GMT 10
All right then, Victor! Very well met! It is very good to know that there are good people out ...see's a couple of cute tabby kittens walking towards themAww! picks one up, and hand the other to Victory, seeing if the kitten is wanted They're so cute! All sorts of animals come to Rosie's pubs, since she is a lovely sort of hobbit, even though most are the same.
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Post by Morgoth on Jan 20, 2005 5:48:53 GMT 10
Mo looked in disgust as two cats wandered into the pub. They were more disgusting that the nancing elves of the wood, and made him want to vomit. Instead, the dark lord stalked over, grinning evilly, and grabbed both cats. But, instead of doing anything overly evil, it wasn't Mordor after all, he placed them outside. I'm allergic to those maggo.. cats. he said, and feigned sneezing a few times for the effect before sitting back down.
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