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The tavern of Geglash
ScoobyD:
--- Quote from: bdpf on November 08, 2013, 06:38:19 pm --- Had to get some files from an old install of CE (That is the Hammer)! The 774 setup program messed up everything! I can not use my old characters that took along time to grow up big and strong. (GRIN)
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put off the teddy and cascets for body parts / gems and you can play them on 774
bdpf:
Did all that, most were real old characters from before 7.73.
They were old friends of many years bashing monsters. :cray: I have been stuck playing single play for years, old old comp, lack of coin and PayPal still stops me from making donation. Old story that haunts me. :suicide:
bye
bdpf, Old Gummy :wece:
ScoobyD:
dollstash?
ChaosEmpire:
yes biggest changes to 774 have been casket, and stashes..
and with 774 you can always come online and play
bdpf:
:welcome:
An old man with a slight limp, heads down the narrow lane to the Tavern Geglash. He is mumbling about dusty old servers. His otherself, firmly tells him to shut up, about the servers, we need to get a few drinks at the tavern. "Get out of my mind then." "Keep walking!"
The tavern door, creaks open on dimness. "Power probably off!" Exclaims his OS, his otherself.
"Need to find the switch."
"Leave it! Candles by the Guestbook."
Fumbles with his Majcha, a few seconds, a whisper of breath makes the coal bright red and a candle stub sputters to life. Two more candles, light up the dust covered, open pages of the Guestbook. A blood stained cloth wipes the pages. "No one has been here for over a year. They should at least sign the guest book." "Things never change." OS replies
He grunts looking for a peg to hang up his things. He eases of the heavy weapon harness, then his heavy doubled, boiled bear skin, great coat. The chain mail scraps against the ceramic tiles in the coat.
The old man looks bigger without his harness and great coat as if his body has expanded, once free.
He pats his friend, the bears, and sneezes. "Be needing to get it cleaned." "Just like this place!" "I wonder where the staff is?" Off chasing the bar maids." "There was only one!" "Okay then, after the bar maid." "I think she caught him."
He looks over at the dirty bar. A large sipper was pouring a drink for a huge bug. The bug moved its knight on the chess board.
"Now look what we have here, Now!" The Old One shouts.
"He better use a clean glass when he pours for use." OS states and is ignored.
"And just what have we here?" The Old One questioned.
The huge bug, cockroach, looks at him, jesters to the chess board.
The over grown spider, puts a cleaner glass on the bar top.
"I said a clean glass!" Remarks OS.
The spider rubs the glass clean with a dirty bar rag. It nudges a triple XXX brown jug to the old man.
"Triple XXX is poison?"
The spider pours and sips from the glass.
"Good! Now use a clean glass for me."
The spider rubs one clean and pours. The bug make a crude jester.
"Mind your manners or a exterminator will!" "Better to ask where the barkeep is." OS says.
A note is put in front of him. "Me and the Maid are off to see her parents, in Sweden. We both quit." It pauses and continues. "Now I like me girls to have a touch of padding, not boney or over stuffed. The parents are huge, so I left running. They are following. Grabbed a small pouch of coin from the back bar to run on." Pauses again. "Gotta run! They're close now!" The note goes silent.
"It looks like the blonde thought she had him." "Fast feet can change that." "Unless he gets caught." He takes a sip and smiles.
The note starts up again. "I found a saloon with thirsty patrons. Took two kegs of beer, to keep them from spoiling and a small keg of the good stuff. Why waste it on bugs." The note ends.
"I wonder if the that is all."
"There is no more this time." The note states.
"Get this place cleaned up. I'll make sure you get fresh milk and cookies for CE Joe. Be sure you have them for Joe. I'll see if I can find a retired barkeep that won't mind you being here." The Old One tells the bugs.
"Do it or the terminator will solve the problem!" Shouts his Otherself.
He now empty glass of the bar and waves off a refill. In less than a minute, the Bear and harness are on. The now older man limps out the door. The door slowly creaks closed.
"Will it be an other year?" The Old Man forgot to sign the Guest book but he did add these scribblings.
:wece:
For the veterans out there. "Suck it up and soldier on!"
/edit;
Shout out to Old CE Joe! Could use a graphic emotion here with a link to the Guestbook, just for grins.
I'm done now! U guys know the drill by now. The above is my scribblings, copyrighted by the Crusty Walking Stick!
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