[Game Thread] Location: Sharn - The Cracked Mirror Inn

[Surreal]

Rock shrugged his massive shoulders and took another swig from his barrel. When he put the barrel down, there was a glazed expression over his face. Without a word, he stood from his seat and gingerly stepped into the middle of the room. The patrons of the bar cautiously pushed their chairs aside as the golem of a man slowly stretched out his limbs, carefully flexing and relaxing his muscles, looking side to side as if making sure every appendage were in working order. Then, after a brief glance upwards to check for clearance, Rock performed a rather spectacular backflip, landing with a very solid thud that shook the entire bar (and put some dents in the floor).

As he returned to his seat, he picked up the still shocked Z and landed a giant sized and very sloppy kiss on her lips (and half her face), then put her down and goosed her. He then picked up his barrel and took another swig. When he set the barrel down again, his composure had returned to normal. The stunned silence in the entire bar was then interrupted by Z picking up a chair and breaking it across Rock's back, not that it would actually do any damage to him, but it got his attention.

"What in the shard's the big idea you lout?" demanded a very angry Z, "and look what you did to my floor!"

"Er?... what? stuttered a confused Rock, "what'd I do?"

"Why the nerve... as Z somehow managed to yank Rock's chin down and point it towards the two Rock-sized footprints in the floor behind him.

"But I didn't... how... what?" was all Rock could manage, utterly confused as to what was going on.

"Oh and what about this?" as Z very squarely two-handed-pinched Rock on the bottom, hard enough that the giant man actually jumped from his seat.

"Ah! but..." all Rock could do was look meekly around the room for help and some sort of explanation.

Meanwhile on their side of the bar, Gwyn and Celesting were rolling with laughter. Somewhere, a shadow was chuckling as well.

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p.s. Z is the owner of the bar and is female. I think some of you guys are getting Z and the barkeep (who is male) mixed up

[DaveTheMagicWease]

Gwyn laughed so hard that tears began to stream down his face, but eventually he composed himself.

"Ah Rock, whether you realise it or not, let me assure you that you've met Sul." With a mischevious grin he added, "More than once."

"As for my guardian angel, I'm afraid the position is taken."

[Fil kearney]

Morglum barks as Xiv and the bugbear merc trade seats.
"Last time it was ONLY 25 feet... next time it will be 100!"

Rock tries his best to ignore the darguunite as he continues his recollection of the disaster....


Meanwhile, Xiv gives everyone a wave goodbye, avoiding cat-calls and accusations of catching katherine outside....

[Amy]

After near minutes of attempting composure, the giant simply begins to chuckle. Then guffaw. Then roll on the floor laughing until most are certain that his goosed ass will fall off.

Alas, it does not.

When he recovers, his face is awash in tears and he cannot stop smiling. "Good one, eh? Good one." Most everyone is certain that he actually means it.

[Surreal]

His little prank now already being forgotten amongst the drinking and storytelling, Sul mulls about the bar, hopping from object to object and gliding among the shadows. He remembered a time when this building was heavily warded against him, but those wards had either long since vanished or he was no longer affected by them. Curiously though, the ground below still remained forbidden to him. There was no such magic ward however. Rather, it was simply a wall (or floor rather) that he simply could not pass). There was no hint of magic that he could detect, yet even in his ghostly state it was as solid as anything in the material world. It had an interesting texture to it, almost like bone.

Sul's musings were interrupted by a (relatively) small Dwarf suddenly flying across the room. With a quick mental nudge, Sul guided the erstwhile earthman into the nearby potato pin for a somewhat softer landing. Behind him, a rather angry and drunken Orc came running up... "that pig was my wife!" The statement made about as much sense as a flying dwarf, but it was all that was need for a couple other patrons to suddenly throw their mugs in the air and excitedly proclaim: "BAR FIGHT!"