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Post by War on Sept 2, 2007 17:05:01 GMT -5
*The sign on the front door read, "With your weapon or under ours," made it obvious that this place was for soldiers, warriors and conquerors.*
*Inside War smiled as his boots settled on the scarred tabletop. He looked around the room that was one part viking mead house, one part roman orgy, and one part biker bar from hell. The room was populated by soldiers of the past, long fallen and forgotten. The spirits acted as both workers and patrons, and the sound of their revelry bringing an even larger grin to his face. This is what he wanted. A place to relax. A place where he could be with other warriors. And looking around War knew his boys wouldn't let anyone who didn't belong stay long. His eyes traced the letters of the sign above the bar, Aut vincere aut mori.*
"Either conquer or die."
*Those patrons near him hear his words though they are barely audible over the din. They took up the words as a cheer which spreads as each hoists a flagon, wineskin or shot glass. War couldn't help but smile.*
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Post by Genghis Khan on Sept 3, 2007 8:16:18 GMT -5
*Genghis strode in on long strides, confident in a place like this. It was strangely revitalizing. And best of all, there was a distinct lack of women. Yes, that was much better. He sat at a table and ordered a skin of wine. Yes, it would be a very good night. He dared a proud smile.*
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Post by King Leonidas on Sept 3, 2007 8:21:45 GMT -5
*Leonidas made his way in calmly. There was an unusual familiarity in this foreign place. Like coming home. He smiled for the first time in a long while. He walked to the bar and demanded ale. It's hearty flavor warmed his to the core. He sat and drank it quietly, savoring it with Spartan reserve.*
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
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Post by The Bride on Sept 3, 2007 8:49:39 GMT -5
((Would it ruin the male bonding if someone who totally deserves to be here happens to be female?))
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Post by Jake Quinn on Sept 3, 2007 8:50:39 GMT -5
((I don't see why it would. But don't be surprised if she gets some looks.))
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Post by War on Sept 3, 2007 15:22:06 GMT -5
((It's a place for anyone who belongs. Male or female bits don't matter.))
*War raised his beaten iron mug in salute as the two warlords entered. It had been a long time since he had checked in on either of them and he should have been surprised to seem either of them alive. But after some of the strange things he'd seen in this place meant he wasn't surprised by much.*
"Evening fellas."
*He looked to the spirit of a gruff sergeant serving as barkeep.*
"New rule, Sarge. One round on the house for every one hundred members of a commanders standing army."
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
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Post by The Bride on Sept 3, 2007 17:04:32 GMT -5
*The Bride sat at a table in the back, mostly watching what was going on*
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Post by Genghis Khan on Sept 4, 2007 7:40:17 GMT -5
*Genghis smiled and nodded approvingly.*
"Thank you, sir."
*He noticed the woman wander in. At first he could not help but smile at the humor of her wandering into the one place she shouldn't want to be. But then he noticed the blade on her back and his brow arched. Not another... He sighed slightly, wondering if there were any delicate flowers to still pluck in Paris. He kept his gaze on her appreciatively however, taking in the toned nature of her form. There was something to be said for a woman brave enough to be here. He saw no harm in staring, surely she was accustom to it. He was interested to now what she might want from a place like this.*
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Post by King Leonidas on Sept 4, 2007 7:45:24 GMT -5
*Leonidas lifted his drink to the man that spoke. Not that he was a man. Anyone trained to know their enemy could tell from a hundred yards on a cloudy day that this...was something else. He seemed almost familiar, but there was so much in this new city that left him disoriented. He spoke lowly for such a place, but with full confidence to the Other.*
"Good sir, have you seen 300 Spartans? I seem to have been cut off from them in this city."
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Henchclones
- In the Duggins -
Henchin It Up Baby, Pow!
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Post by Henchclones on Sept 5, 2007 4:19:09 GMT -5
*Julius walked into the bar and raised an single eyebrow at the spectacle before him. This would be the kind of place where Antonius would have fitted right in.*
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The Bride
- Masterful Virgin -
It's mercy, compassion, and forgiveness I lack; not rationality. %\1\%
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Post by The Bride on Nov 24, 2007 20:59:02 GMT -5
*NEW DAY/NIGHT/WHATEVER*
*Once again virtually the only woman in the room, the Bride sat quietly by the bar, having a drink. She liked the place's atmosphere, and most of the guys there had stopped bugging her once it became cleat that she'd earned her place. And also that she could killinate most of their asses.*
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Post by War on Mar 8, 2008 9:08:48 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*War stood staring at the back wall of the bar. The one that it shared with the eatery named after bugs. Something was going on inside that involved heavy hitters but he felt no conflict. Shrugging he turned back to the room and motioned to Drill Sergeant Sherman behind the bar.*
"My mug... fill 'er up Sarge."
*The NCO snapped to work and quickly slid a beaten up iron mug down the length of the bar and into War's hands. With all that was going on he needed a distraction and coming to his little slice of hell on earth always helped. The music was loud, the drinks were strong, the food was spicy, and the patrons were fighting, killing and dying in his name.... this was a happy place.*
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Post by Wildfeather on Mar 8, 2008 9:18:05 GMT -5
*Wildfeather was riding her shiny Harley Davidson through Paris, scaring the wits out of the ladies that still were thinking 1800 century style. Wild, as she preferred to call herself, had a style of her own. In these days, this style is known as goth. Wild had a black leather jacked on her, on the outside of her top and pants. She had leather boots on her feet.
When she noticed the pub called Valhalla she just had to stop. It sounded like this could be her regular pub. She stopped her motor cycle and went inside to look around.*
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Post by War on Mar 8, 2008 9:23:20 GMT -5
*Behind his shades War briefly eyed the newcomer before turning his back on her and sitting at a wooden table, it's top covered in various carvings, the signatures and lewd jokes of a million soldiers. Rocking his chair back he propped his heavy boots on one of the other chairs at the table and took a long drink from his mug. At the bar Sherman raised an eyebrow but War only shook his head without looking over.*
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Post by Wildfeather on Mar 8, 2008 9:25:45 GMT -5
*Wildfeather walked calmly over to the bar, placed some money on the desk and looked over the room before she ordered a beer.*
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