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| Blank | Jun 23 2009, 11:22 PM |
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For many generations this land lay in ruin. Many a' tavern was built here, but they all fell. Some fell because of fire. Some fell because of wyverns. Others from blond haired priestess. The rest, simply collateral damage from epic drunk battles. The battles slowly ended, as well as those who fought in them. Many years passed. The rotting boards and crumbling stone were all that remained of this ancient empire of beer and... beer. Now finally came a new tavern. The owner knew little of the ways of building the perfect and indestructible tavern. He was young and foolish, but determined to follow in the path of his ancestors. Noddy the Eight, stood tall and proud behind the tavern's bar. Ready to serve b33r... and rebuild the damn tavern. *** Zanzoo would be the first patron to this fine establishment. The Verdane soldier would nod to the barkeep and headed over the bar and plopped down onto one of the stools. "Evenin' friend, I'll have the best pale ale you have." Edited by Blank, Jun 23 2009, 11:23 PM.
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