Gentlemanvaultboy

The Blue Moon Tavern

I want that horse. I'm gonna find that horse.

The Blue Moon Tavern

Drubbins sort of shuts down whenever he's trying to remember something, so he heard "hey" and then just nothing after that.

@Gentlemanvaultboy

<Snipped quote by Metronome> Why don't you and @HHShetland have your characters interact?

@onenote

Yeah. He's been snooping around on your land and has seen your wolf form.

The Blue Moon Tavern

Drubbins sort of shuts down whenever he's trying to remember something, so he heard "hey" and then just nothing after that.

The Blue Moon Tavern

Speaking of which, the ogre approached their table. Apparently it... he... didn't know the written word. "That's the menu." she answered for the other whens he got a glimpse of the paper he was holding.

@Forsythe

"Hey." Drubbins replied to the man that had stomped up all angry like before returning to the puzzle of the paper. Drubbins has to parse this for a moment. He looks at the menu, looks back at Margaret, then back to the menu. He mouths the word menu and squints his eyes a little bit, as though trying to come up with some response that wouldn't make him look like some sort of giant idiot. He hadn't actually ever been in someplace that had a menu. Usually food was just sort of laid out for him. If him and the boys were lucky the cook took request. He took another long look around the Blue Moon and marveled at how lucky he was to have stumbled upon an outfit that had something as fancy as menus. It was morning, right? It was breakfast time, and the realization of that send a rumble through his stomach deep enough to stir up water. He should really eat something, and he had a choice. There had been one thing; he's teamed up with these giant blokes that were krumping trees for a while before the elves came and chased them off. They'd make something every morning that he'd really liked. "It say," he started, placing one hand on his head in a effort to remember. "Ya know, wasitcalled, flapjacks on dere?"

The Blue Moon Tavern

"Yeah!" Drubbins shouted, more at someone making a proclamation than anything. It was good to show solidarity when you were the new boy. Despite being part of several huge victory feasts in the past, one of which had cleared an entire county of booze as raiding parties kept striking out farther and farther in an effort to acquire more, Drubbins had never discovered an amount of alcohol that would force a meeting with either of those gods. It was like there was something in the air, something that inspired blokes to bold action. If he was going to be getting drink from Da Boss than he would damn well do something to earn it. With a throaty grunt he lifted himself off the the floor, giving Azzrix two big, hearty pats as he lumbered past toward that job board that Da Boss had nodded at. He solemnly swept his eyes over it, taking in all the little papers and things. He couldn't make heads or tails of this, but he had never let that stop him before. He raised up a hand and pinched one at random between the nails of his fingers before pulling it off, then turned back around to scan the room. There would be a smart boy somewhere out there. Normally you could count on a magic boy to be very smart, but the only one who'd he'd seen do magic was that dog bloke. Drubbins had a pretty commanding view of the room with his height, but he couldn't see the dog bloke anymore. Then he looked for that blue bloke who'd pointed the boss out to him, but he wasn't in here either. He could ask Da Boss, but Da Boss seemed to expect you to be able to do this yourself and he didn't want to make a bad impression to a new Boss. He supposed he could go back and ask Azzrix, but he was a funny boy and might lie to him. That had happened to him before on a new Boss, just the expected new boy hazing. Then he spotted someone at a table in the far corner. Two blokes sharing a table, one of them wearing robes which nearly always meant he was a smart type. That wasn't the only reason, of course. There were plenty of blokes wearing robes in this tavern. No, this bloke looked like Malia Burg. His first boss. He was scared it might be Malia at first, before remembering that she and her whole tower had been blown to nothing with powerful magic. Wait, this person looked a lot like Malia so maybe they were also one of those she-blokes that Malia had told him she was. Drubbins decided that, just to be safe, he wouldn't mention the word bloke around them because that used to get Malia really steamed. He wandered up to the table with as much subtlety as his size allowed, which was none, and stood possibly too close behind Tahira to be entirely comfortable. "Scuse me." he asked tentatively, holding up the paper. "Whats dis say?"

The Blue Moon Tavern

Shetland you are so much better at that than me.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP (Relaunch)

It's basically the same thing as naming it something like Desperado, just more in your face.

Animal Army (REbooting)

So...is the were-octopus allowed, then?

@YamiCuoreLaroux

All the best powers come out of the ocean.

The Blue Moon Tavern

<Snipped quote by Guilty Spark> She Just flapped Mysaren back into her seat, she isn't going to be using her wings in a crowded space anytime soon.

@onenote

Well that tavern, as a whole, is very smoky.

The Blue Moon Tavern

"Dat'd be Drubbins." The Ogre announced proudly. "Dats da name..." He quiets down, thinking back. Drubbins didn't have the best memory in the world. He remembered general things, but who's and where's and when's generally leaked out of his head between bosses. He didn't consider this a bad thing, it cleared space for all the new people he'd be putting in his head, but even he wouldn't forget a life changing encounter. "Dats da name I was givin' by Malia Burg, da Source-ress, on account a my big 'ands and what I could do wif 'em."