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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2014 1:03:29 GMT
A short, simple and not so serious game to break up the 1,000 word posts. You are a NPC mob fresh off your shift as respawning player-fodder in the wilds around the town of Garsh, as always you head to the NPC tavern to blow off some steam. Bandits, Brigands, Animals, Orcs, Goblins and more gather at the tavern to eat, drink and complain about their meager payment for being killed in a variety of horrible, painful ways by players for 8 hours at a time.
So come on in, find a seat and call the old barkeep over.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2014 3:29:30 GMT
As the Garsh town bell rang out the 7th chime old Simson McTarsh was getting ready for the evening crowd at the NPC tavern. The short, fat man had run the tavern for local mobs since beta patch 3.2, he ran a fair but profitable business selling various brews and foodstuffs to the local mobs, who were always looking for a drink after being butchered wholesale for loot and quests. He glanced around the empty building observing his staff for a moment, Sliva the elf wench was washing up the last of the plates and tankards, Tuck the halfling was cleaning leftovers from the floor around the last table, Daisy, Lily and Rose the tavern's resident showgirls were getting ready for their stage show, and Stak the one-eyed dwarf was getting his stove ready for the evening dinner orders, everything was in place for another night at the nameless tavern.
And so with nothing else to do Simson sucked in his gut, tightened his belt and opened the door for the few mobs already gathered outside.
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Post by Nepty on Dec 15, 2014 17:51:19 GMT
(Sure, I'll bite for some lighthearted fun)
Flint the Goblin was the first inside. The Goblin was part of his name. He'd actually been named "Flint the Goblin" He supposed it was better than his brother, Goblin Warrior #21. He nodded at Simson as he strode up to the bar, a swagger in his stept tonight. "Full glass. Rotgut."
"You seem pleased," said Simson. "What's the ocassion?"
"I took one uv 'em down wif me," said Flint. "Low level party, but still. I can tell he really worked on that character."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2014 20:23:15 GMT
"Ha!" Simson laughed, "They should have known better than to be questing in an area more than 5 levels above them. Silva! Get this fiend a drink!"
"Right away boss." Silva replied as she grabbed a clean glass. "Anything else you need Flint?" She asked as she handed him his drink.
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