*The imposter is shocked at the failure of his ruse and the Nob's anger, and sweeps out of the tavern, but not before giving Matengrad a spiteful look. He leaves.* *thumping is heard from the other side of the back door. The handle jiggles frantically. Finally the door slams open, and a figure stumbles through. It is human shaped, but as he he walks into the light it is revealed that there is not much left to call human. He has no skin. Gutless Jim gapes his lipless mouth, and rasps;* Ge-et...m-me...a p-painb-boy... *He passes out and collapses on the floor, whatever blood he has left pooling around him*
In emergency cases please refer to our dear little own Fabius Bile Services who will generously make a clone of you in case of death. Thank You.
*the ork barkeep looks at his dying friend slaps him on the back and calls Fabius on the vox* yea....I's an ork so wot...me pals dying ere ee needs a bit a 'elp......alright alright you'll get ya drink when ya fix em up. Well ole jimmy boy DA doks comin an' youz gonna be alright. I 'avent been so 'apply since we dat time in DA zagabond delta system. Me an some nobs high jacked one uv dem fancy oomie kroozas an' we wuz crashed on a freaky planet. Dere wuznt a single fing ta fight at first. Den some of DA boys started goin' missing. We kept goin' cuz oo cares bout a few random no name redshirts roight ? Well den DA next DA our big mek wuz missin an it all went bad from dere. DA next day we found an ole oomie 'I've it wuz mighty ard ta see an' I swore I smelled spores in DA air. When we got dere 5 days latta outta DA 500 orks we started wiff we wuz down ta 50. We wuz lootin DA city an tryin ta find DA UVA gitz den I saw one it wuz a Tyra...tyran... a SQUIBBLY fingy. Dey wuz everywhere me last boyz wuz dropping left an roight when I ward DA best sound Eva DA SOUND OF DA DAKKA !!! DA squibblies Neva stood a chance dey gotz DAKKAED down left an' roight I wuz laughin' me ead off. DA boyz who saved me sorry behind were DA lead belchas DA war and I'm wiff now ahhh DA stories..... Well time ta get back ta work * the ork barkeep polishes a glass* ( ooc: we need more people here in this RP )
I don't know if anyone will care, but I made a promise. Sort of. Please ignore the pixels, I have a less than desirable version of Photoshop at the moment
* the ork barkeep suddenly awakens from the deep deep slumber. The ork grabs it's shoota * oh it's only you him ow ya doing ya GIT ? Ya should Join dis warband I joined it's a propa waaagh ! Anyoo wot ya doing ? Dis ere tavern an bar pretty much died out * the ork gestures to the fallen apart bar * ole Uriel ain't been ere in a while fact no un as like DA pictchas
*As the ork goes on to talk, Jim regrets posting the image at 2 o' clock at night. He doesn't bother to stifle his yawn* Hello old matey. I'd love to talk a bit more but...Maybe another time lads, or tomorrow even. The pills Dr.Bile prescribed me...have made me...very drowsy as of late...also its late here in this corner of the tavern... *Jim actually goes to bed so he doesn't make up feeling hell in the morning*
* the deserted building collapses and the still lit lamps catch fire to the rest of the building and it's some what dry supply of beer and drinks also catch fire and explode the ork looks sadly at the burning pile of rubble * ( ooc : this thread is very dead I'm just putting it to rest please a moment of silence for this thread )
