Post by Scratchfur on Feb 22, 2007 13:43:46 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah...erm....like Tasna and Crystal said.
BIC: *As the rat that Tasna punched fell to the ground clutching his stomach, he bumped into a surprisingly still upright table. However, to finish the fact, a tankard that was sitting precariously near the edge of the table was sent over the edge onto the rats head, giving him a pretty good bump to remember. Sitting at the table with a few other tankards, a rat was calmly, if not a little drunkenly, staring at a half full tankard infront of him. Muttering to himself about how he just lost a full tankard of grog to some dumb beast bumping into his table, he took a good swig of what was left in his own tankard, leaving only half of what was left previously. Taking the tankard and sending it across the table, it immediately reached the edge and suddenly disappeared from view, only to make a clunking noise a few seconds later as it hit what he though was the floor, but was in fact the beaten rat's head again.
Looking around, Scratchfur finally noticed that there were a bunch of other creatures present, fighting amongst themselves. He muttered to himself about how a respectable tavern couldn't keep itself from becoming a brawl site every few hours. The previous melodious music earlier had ended, which sent him back into his previous state of semi-depression. Reaching for his hat which was on the table, he missed it. Closing one eye, he reached again and, this time, just caught the side of it. Picking it up and awkwardly putting it on his head, Scratchy stood up
slowly and looked around the tavern again to see more clearly what was going on.
It was at this point that he noticed some of the mateys from the fort, including that Kaden whom he had seen earlier, and who had been quite rude, fighting with the many beasts that seemed to flood the tavern with crude weapons of warfare. Shaking his head, he reached to grab the tankard which he still thought existed ontop of the table, but when he couldn't find it, remembered how he sent it across toward the other side. Putting one paw on the table, he slowly led himself around the table until he reached the other side where he found his tankard and another tankard lying beside the rat slumped against the table. Glaring at the rat, he sent a quite powerful kick toward the rat, who simply took it to the side of the stomach.*
Ye liddle pie'e o' fil'h tha' came fro' tha' slimy dep'hs o' the sea. Sealin' me gro' wi'ou' askin' fer some. This'll learn ye.
*He bent over, almost tipping over a few times, picked up a tankard, and smashed it overtop the slightly protesting rats head. This created two effects: a pretty loud smashing sound, and an unconscious rat soaked with grog. Straightening back up, Scratchfur straightened his partly soaked coat, made sure that he could easily access his short sword, and then calmly walked toward the nearest table that seemed to have some form of tankard resting ontop of it. As he did so, he waved care-freely toward Rinafera, who was dealing with a creature at the moment.*
BIC: *As the rat that Tasna punched fell to the ground clutching his stomach, he bumped into a surprisingly still upright table. However, to finish the fact, a tankard that was sitting precariously near the edge of the table was sent over the edge onto the rats head, giving him a pretty good bump to remember. Sitting at the table with a few other tankards, a rat was calmly, if not a little drunkenly, staring at a half full tankard infront of him. Muttering to himself about how he just lost a full tankard of grog to some dumb beast bumping into his table, he took a good swig of what was left in his own tankard, leaving only half of what was left previously. Taking the tankard and sending it across the table, it immediately reached the edge and suddenly disappeared from view, only to make a clunking noise a few seconds later as it hit what he though was the floor, but was in fact the beaten rat's head again.
Looking around, Scratchfur finally noticed that there were a bunch of other creatures present, fighting amongst themselves. He muttered to himself about how a respectable tavern couldn't keep itself from becoming a brawl site every few hours. The previous melodious music earlier had ended, which sent him back into his previous state of semi-depression. Reaching for his hat which was on the table, he missed it. Closing one eye, he reached again and, this time, just caught the side of it. Picking it up and awkwardly putting it on his head, Scratchy stood up
slowly and looked around the tavern again to see more clearly what was going on.
It was at this point that he noticed some of the mateys from the fort, including that Kaden whom he had seen earlier, and who had been quite rude, fighting with the many beasts that seemed to flood the tavern with crude weapons of warfare. Shaking his head, he reached to grab the tankard which he still thought existed ontop of the table, but when he couldn't find it, remembered how he sent it across toward the other side. Putting one paw on the table, he slowly led himself around the table until he reached the other side where he found his tankard and another tankard lying beside the rat slumped against the table. Glaring at the rat, he sent a quite powerful kick toward the rat, who simply took it to the side of the stomach.*
Ye liddle pie'e o' fil'h tha' came fro' tha' slimy dep'hs o' the sea. Sealin' me gro' wi'ou' askin' fer some. This'll learn ye.
*He bent over, almost tipping over a few times, picked up a tankard, and smashed it overtop the slightly protesting rats head. This created two effects: a pretty loud smashing sound, and an unconscious rat soaked with grog. Straightening back up, Scratchfur straightened his partly soaked coat, made sure that he could easily access his short sword, and then calmly walked toward the nearest table that seemed to have some form of tankard resting ontop of it. As he did so, he waved care-freely toward Rinafera, who was dealing with a creature at the moment.*