"Aww..." came Eilssa's voice as all the guns were lowered. "Things were just gettin good." The vampire smirked, though no body would know that she was a vampire. She then looked between Gangplank and Balthsa from behind her black glassesr, her hand flicking her Katana in and out of it's sheath. She was sitting facing towards the entrance, leaning lazily on the bar. "Now I don't know your history, but you can't just walk in and threaten a man.. it just isn't ethical." The silver haired woman then glanced towards glanced at Gangplank for a second. "And no kidding that a looot of people want you dead." The vampire smirked again "I just might take up one of those contracts.. it'd be fun"
Sky in her inebriated state would slide off the bar stool and march up to Balth with her finger rising, "Oi!" Looking mildly agitated, and not entirely stable on her feet, "Mess with anyone here right now.." One eye slightly squinting closed, "And I'll hang you by your entrails from the haul of my ship at 10,000 feet." She pointed her finger at the vengeful man to make certain he understood he was the target of her threat, and no others. With that, she'd lean over and snag a bottle from a nearby table, thrusting it quickly into Balth's arms, "Fucking drink, ya damn wingless rat."
She had only briefly taken notice of Elissa. The distraction of threats and being relatively tipsy didn't help her process much of anything at the moment. Luckily, she didn't respond to the comment about Graves or there may have been more than one fight about to start.
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Mar 6, 2013 22:13:37 GMT -5
"Kill Gangplank? Here by yer' lonesome? Hah! If that boys brains were dynamite he wouldn't have enough to even blow his own damn nose!" Scrod said aloud with his head thrown back in laughter at Balthasars threat to GP.
Threats and commotion aside Scrod had noticed Elissa enter the bar and make her little quip about non-alcoholic beverages. At this he simply shook his head in contempt. "Who in the hell goes to a bar, one in Bilgewater no less, fer' a drink other than booze..." he though to himself awaiting the next set of mugs.
Post by malcolmgraves on Mar 6, 2013 23:06:11 GMT -5
" Usually the ladies love ta' beard, sky." He chuckled. Though did take a note of that...it may just be the alcohol but after so many drinks she will go home with anyone. Graves took a mug in hand and downed it then drank the other just as fast. " Gimme ta' nes round petey." Graves was a bit slurred..but nothing too bad.
The man bursting in and threating Gangplank caught the attention of everyone, Graves himself took destiny in hand. "Hope yer' not plannin' on ruining our game..." Though he lowered the weapon when Gangplank shrugged it off like it was nothing.
Old pete filled more drinks and passed them out, tossing a bottle to the cannoneer. " Take ah' drink n' shut yer trap. We gots a game goin' here." Pete said calmly, resting an elbow on the counter.
Post by The Cardmaster on Mar 7, 2013 0:13:42 GMT -5
((What TF torment his ex-partner? Naw....hope ya'll don't mind me crashing the party...well atleast one outlaw's party.))
A young man would walk enter Pete's and approached the bar. When the barkeeper came over he handed the barkeeper a decent amount of coins and whispered something to him. There was a very discreet gesture toward the group and the barkeeper chuckled a bit before nodding his head. After all what harm could there be in a little fun with those engaged in the drinking competition. The barkeeper, being from Bilgewater, added a little extra kick in Graves, Scrod, and Gangplank's drink. A little kick means some of the strongest stuff the barkeeper has, mixed in with each of their drinks.
The cocktail may bowl over a man who was not expecting it, and if not surely the second round would do the job. Unless you knew how to hold your drink or were Gragas.
For now a certain individual waited outside of the bar for his little runner to return from his job, and inform him of success. He chuckled a bit to himself laughing at what he might find when he finally entered Pete's.
Last Edit: Mar 7, 2013 11:50:50 GMT -5 by The Cardmaster
Post by Balthasar Blackboot on Mar 7, 2013 3:23:42 GMT -5
Balthasar slowly looked around. Shit, he ought to use his head for something other than headbutting people one of these days. Full of anger, he grabbed a mug from a nearby onlooker and then stared at GP.
Well if I gots ta drink with ye to yer death, then so be it.
Post by The Saltwater Scourge on Mar 7, 2013 5:15:28 GMT -5
Gangplank smiled as Balthasar accepted his offer. "Good on yeah lad! There may be hope for you yet."
Gangplank grabbed two new glass from Old Pete and raised them to his mouth. He tossed it back like the rest. But this one felt different. It burned a lot more going down. If Gangplank wasn't a 15 time scab winning drinker, he might have lost the bet..and most of what he had ate that night.
While he kept his stomach together, the head rush was much more intense. Downing about 8 glasses of alcohol in two does some terrible things to a persons head. But Gangplank had his secret weapon. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an orange. He popped it into his mouth and chewed it. He felt instant relief as the pulp orange went into his stomach.
The worst had passed. Someone was playing some kind of funny business here and Gangplank didn't like that at all. Could one of these bilge-rats spiked his drink? Or maybe it was one of these new comers. He was gonna find out who did this, but first he had a contest to win. No more screwing around.
"Arrright you blige-rats" Gangplank said, his words slightly slurred. "Whosss next?"
Being that Sky was standing nearest to GP now, she would whip around when he ate the orange and points accusingly, "CHEATER! Ca-" hiccup "Can't even drink without them oranges.." Weaving a bit back and forth as a sudden giggle-fit struck her. She'd walk up to GP and slapped her hand against his upper arm, "You're a... bastard, Gangplank. Brutalist pirate on the sea.. But.. Ya don't got shit.. in the sky.. That's.. My territory." Snickering as she'd stagger back, and waddled her way back to the bar to grab her two mugs. She'd down one quickly, then the next without skipping a beat before slamming them both down on the counter.
"Oh man.." Giggling, "Pretty... lights.." Stumbling to Scrod, she'd loosely drape her arm across his shoulder and leaned forward, "Whatcha think that guy at the docks was shippin'?" Her words clearly slurred.
Elissa glanced back to Sky and couldn't help but laugh. "My my.. looks like this one has a a little too much" She said, smirking still. "I'd quit while your ahead, honey. Don't want you spewing your guts all over the place."
Post by Richard "Scrod" Wiedemann on Mar 7, 2013 13:36:44 GMT -5
"Lady, that's quite the comment comin' from a gal struttin' on up in a Bilgewater tavern, Plankwalkin' Pete's no less, askin' fer' a drink other than booze. So unless ya' done got a bet ridin' on one of us I'd advise ya' mind yer' own business." Scrod retorted to Elissa unamused. He found her little quips she'd been throwing around since she arrived a bit irritating.
That and he didn't like the look of her that much, something was off about her. She didn't seem normal in his mind, but he was too busy trying to win the contest to care all that much, so he turned his attention to Sky's qustion.
"Shootin' straight with ya' Mai I aint got the slightest idea...Judgin' by how he done reacted though, aint too far off kilter to guess whatevers in them crates is worth a pretty penny. Aint no questionin' that." He replied sitting Sky back into her chair, propping her up so she wouldn't immediately fall out of it.
"Tell ya' what though, if yer' keen on findin' out just what's in 'em I might go with ya' just to get a look-see myself. Atleast, I will after I finish drinkin' up here n' leave 3000 gold richer!" He told Sky laughing as he downed one of the two new mugs Pete had served him.
The rush to his head that followed this mug completely caught Scrod off guard. He'd drunk just about every kind of booze there was in Bilgewater in his time and none of them alone had ever hit him like this. He gathered his bearings enough to down the second mug to only have his efforts rewarded with the room spinning. "That aint right..." he immediatly thought to himself. If it weren't for the fact that he was just about always drinking some kind of heavy booze he'd have been done right there, but if Pete kept serving whatever he just gave them he'd been down and out soon enough anyways.
"Pete...you n' I both...ya' know I weren't born yesterday...did ya' go n'...change the booze on usss r'...sumthin'?" Scrod asked the bartender eyeing him accusingly. His words came out slowly and his head was swimming a bit as he spoke.
Post by malcolmgraves on Mar 10, 2013 2:59:14 GMT -5
" Bah, his crates are smuggled artifacts. Don't buy em scrod or you will regret it" He frowned but took a mug in hand. Graves quickly downed his mugs but was completely unprepared for the kick. HIs mind was swimming and he shook his head. " What ish ta' hewl?" He slurred out. Did pete spike these? That felt like drinking another 10 of these. He took a look at gangplank and frowned. That orange eating pirate, making sure we all lose. " "Oi pete didja spike tese?" He questioned, shaking his head and staring at the bar counter.
Pete acted innocently, shaking his head, " Nah scrod. Ya' just tastin' my new recipe. More potent than ta' last brew." He, of course, was lieing. The money that man brought was just too good and this small kick to their drink was completely harmless..though Gangplank must of won now.
Post by The Saltwater Scourge on Mar 10, 2013 3:22:30 GMT -5
This contest was almost over. Almost all of the participants were either drunk or spiked to the point of being drunk.
Gangplank knew the drinks had to of been spiked, but who would? Pete wouldn't dare spike his drink, for he knew what it meant to cross Gangplank. Scrod was a salty of dog, but he wouldn't out it past him to cheat for the gold. And Graves might have done it because he thought his champion status would protect him from revenge. But both men looked like someone had pissed in their grog as well. Maybe the Ionian was pulling a fast one on them.
"Arrrrrright yee scarvy dogs, dish will decide it." He took his glasses and swigged them down, ignoring his body's pain. He wasn't here for the gold, nor the girl. It was his pride that was on the line. His pride as a captain, as a leader, and as a greatest pirate in Valoran.
He threw his glasses down after drinking, ignoring them as they smashed against the ground. "Letzz shee wut your balllsh are made of."
Post by The Cardmaster on Mar 10, 2013 23:10:49 GMT -5
The man who walked in and spoke to Pete gave a discreet nod while talking with another patron. And put enough gold on the counter for a drink and a little extra to give the same contestants another round of Pete's new recipe. The contest was nearly over, Gangplank had almost won.
Though it was still not time for the runner to inform his employer as a certain individual had yet to pass out, so that individual could be removed from area. Then his employer would be able to enter without concern of attack or harm. Not that it would happen in the first place, but there would be no hassle this way.
Then he could converse with a certain drunk Ionian in the bar.
Sky could barely hold her one mug, let alone two. She'd fumble a bit, splashing some alcohol on her pants before laughing as if it were all a big joke anyway. She'd chug down the first mug, and followed suit by smashing it against the floor. "ONE!" She shouted, swaying back and forth a bit before managing to grip the second and -- slowly drank it down.
She was plastered. And she was clueless to the little trick the men in the contest were being put through. The second mug more or less tumbled from her hand as she leaned back against the bar, looking wearily about. The world was already spinning, clearly at the point of nearly passing out. At this point, any sane person would cut themselves off (or be cut off) but she was hardly the most sane of individuals. And being a pirate, she had to prove she could hold her own. So, here she was, drunk as hell.
"Oh man.. shis boosh so.. " hiccup, "..shrong.."
One has to beg if Sky hadn't been dosed up on the 'special brew' early on. Hey it's a legitimate excuse as to why she got so wasted so fast! Even if its a lie.
Post by malcolmgraves on Mar 11, 2013 22:09:03 GMT -5
Graves laughed, though he did not remember why...and picked up his next mug. " I'll bea tha winner!" He announced gleefully and downed the mug quickly. Though...since ole petes briber wanted Graves down and out...it was quite a strong dose. Graves could barely think, let alone hold the next mug still.
Yet he tipped it to his lips and drank it down, dropping the empty mug on the counter. He stood up and held onto the bar counter for support. " Beat THAT! yah..." The effects of petes special brew and a little something twisted fate added JUST for Graves proved to be to much for him.
He fell backwards with a loud thump to the wood.Out cold. Pirates that bet on graves cursing angrily and paying up their money.
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