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[Armoured Priest]

Welcome to both fellow chaos brothers and loyalist sheep! Come have a drink, something to eat, and chat.
Please leave all weapons at the frontdoor with Mr. Jingels, If you have a problem with that, please talk with Mr. Jingels.
If you want an order talk to either Me (your friendly neighborhood Word Bearer) or just hang around. Cause no damage here and you'er good.


 

[J NOSK36]

A dark figure enters, "Oy, been a while since I've berg in a tavern"

Fallen Emperor's Champion J NOSK36

[CruciasNZ]

A dark figure enters, "Oy, been a while since I've berg in a tavern"

Fallen Emperor's Champion J NOSK36

An indistinguishable shadow in the corner watches the Night Lord enter

[Armoured Priest]

"Bout time you got here." shouted the word bearer from the bar.

[J0ker2610]

"oh god not you again last time I was in an inn with you it turned into complete madness, please tell me that that infernal creature is tied up with chains and locked in a ca-, oh god it's there, are we all safe with it there and I'll need a pint to carm my nerves if its staying there."

[Armoured Priest]

"oh quite being a little guardsman, He'll just sit at that desk. And please turn in weapons, all of them Joker." He said. He put a pint on the bar for the nervous night lord.

[J NOSK36]

watches joker pull out everything from a vengeance launcher to a toothpick as a mound of 30 weapons sits at the table in front of Mr. Jingles, "Why does that man have face paint on his helm?" notices the shadowy figure in the corner watching him, thinks nothing of it for now and approaches the bar

[Armoured Priest]

Mr. Jingles "Why does food carry so many?" the mutated lictor said as it patiently waited for the nightlord to finish.

[Larchus]

Comes walking in, a sheathed power sword at his side, his obnoxious pink pauldrons visible even in the dark. He looks around, sees the Night Lord enjoying a drink. Noticing the lictor standing there, he gives him his power sword and walks to the bar.

"Oh! Right, my siren."

He begins fidgeting with his back pack in front of the lictor.

"Nnh... Hang on, this is annoying to get off..."

A hiss of steam emerges as he separates the rebreather from his suit, planting it within the Lictor's arms.

"I am a stranger to this place... What do you have on tap?"

[Armoured Priest]

Mr.Jingels "Thank you for compling." as it put the exotic weapon in the storage locker. "I like the funny noise they make."

"What do we have?" asked the Word Bearer. "Good sir, what don't we have." with a smile on the dragon helm.

[Grimaldus]

A stranger in blue power armor enter the bar, he leaves all his weapon with the strange creature at the entrance, "traitors" he mumbles, he head for the bar and ask the word bearer "what do you have that i want to drink?

[Armoured Priest]

Mr. Jingels "Why chicken rude?"

The heretic eyed the crimson fist for a moment. "hmmmm, ya'll are picky bunch." He waved to a section over to the right side of the bar. "We keep loyalist drinks on this wall, tell them ya want" He point to the constantines. "And behave."

[Grimaldus]

"i will like a Terra-bear Dark apostle"

[Armoured Priest]

The Apostle look to Artemis, "You heard him". Artemis looked up to the top of the 15 foot wall of drinks to see the one that the crimson fist chose. "Of course it up there." He said under his breath. He went around back, came back to the bar with a ladder. "If I die, you'er gonna pay double for it."

[Grimaldus]

"i will pay the regular price, tax free also, im a astartes and we dont pax taxes, we pay with our lives fighting against the enemies of the Imperium" the crimson fists then look to the Worb bearer, "i will wait in that table in the corner, next to the raven guard hiding in the shadow"

[CruciasNZ]

The Raven Guard sitting in the corner reading the paper and slugging beer is a little bemused everyone think's he's hiding. Their eyesight must really suck

[J NOSK36]

Using his abnormal wrap ability he hears the raven guards thoughts, "they may not notice you raven, but I do"

[Grimaldus]

the crimson fists approaches the raven guard, " its he a pretty marine?"

[J NOSK36]

Possibly...watch yourself fist, there is only one raven guard or a reason

[Grimaldus]

"only one that you see night lord", the crimson fists then look to the dark apostle face ,"word bearer where its my drink?"