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Ale and beer are both acceptable dwarves drinks, I fail to see any issue with them.

I agree completly however nothing goes up aginst a mug of good rum.

Quote from: slowpokez on February 09, 2013, 03:52:09 pm

Get your pitchforks and light your torches!(If you do not own either of these objects lighters and bats would suffice).

I lighted a tree. Does that count?

It does but I...expected more from you... *single tear*

Edit2: You're an evil, evil man, Slowpokez. Next you'll force us to drink water, too. I bet.
Edit3: Never mind.
Edit4: I'll just wait untill the poll stabilizes. I almost voted on the gutter cruor catagory. Amok knows I dodged a bullet there.

You were not supposed to see that

Put up a poll, might begin the update soon so there won't be much time for voting

(Posting so I can watch, holy Armok this is awesome!)

Thx

Hmm...At this point I've completly left the talking to the voices, there wasn't really any point to try and keep up. With my mind caught in a drunken haze I slowly drift away...many questions come to me but few awnsers...
What are these voices? Repressed aspects of my personality? Some strange magic? I really am insane...
What am I doing here in this fort where I know noone and where I can't seem to walk a single urist before getting into trouble?
Am I drinking beer or ale? I don't know anymore!
I better check on what kind of trouble the voices are getting me into now...

-...and that'sh how I firsht met Likot and Ray heh.
-What fckn coincidence eh?
-Yea heh...guessh I got a bit lucky there. hick
-I forgot to ask earlier where do you live?
-What heh...you can't just go up to a lady ask 'er where she live. hick. That'sh a bit cheeky even for you
-Oh no don't get me wrong! A gentledwarf like m'self wouldn't have such vulgar intentions. I merely assumed that you were in a state in which you'd have trouble gettting home on your own.
-Hehheh, well thing ish that I don't really have a place here, you know with the traveling and all that. Don't really like getting stuck in one place...
-And ya call ya'self a dwarf!
-...I'm jusht shtaying at Lora'sh place for the time bein' heh.
-Well let's get going then!

As I leave Brewster looks in my direction and makes a wierd face...I assume he tried to wink at me but...

What are you guys up to!?
Don't worry all the time.
You're putting me in a very troublesome situation here...
We're getting real tired of your complaining.
But...

Lora's residence was located at the north-west corner of the market, apparantly the map didn't include any personal rooms.
-G'night Glittering Cave...-whatever. hick
-Oh yea just one more thing...
-Huh?
-The thing is...I don't really have a place to stay at the moment...so...
-I'm sorry but ya know this aint my place heh.
-Don't worry I don't mind sharin' a bed!
What!
-What!
-
-Hahhahhehehe, feel at home heh.

What the fuck! For the love of Armok what are you doing!
Yes?
You can't just...
Have fun? Attempt to do useful things? What was so great about your previous life huh? You did nothing! You were the biggest nobody to ever walk on dwarven soil! Be grateful that we're helping you get on track here.
But...but...I'm not that comfortable around girls...
...Dude, get your act together!

At this point things got painfully embarrassing, not only was my "performace" lacking at best but I was continuously tormented by the comments of the voices. Really the only redeeming factor was the fact all of the "participants" were exceedingly intoxicated.
But it got better as we switched positions, with her on top my impression on the whole deal changed immensely.
I guess being crazy isn't as bad as it seems huh...

Next morning I was thrown out onto the street by a very hungover Esmar whom just moments ago had been attempting to explain to Nora why she brought home "Snotbeard". Guess that's what Brewster meant by her being a tad unpredictable...

My mind is still bit of a blur...How many coins do I have left?
Where should I go now...?

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Yes. Badger/Hippo is a common methaphor for a specific moral choice involving weither or not you leave an old poll on top of your thread.

It's also a great methafor for life.

Finally out of this bloody brewery!

As the badgers got a video to demonstrate their victory I guess it's only fair that the hippos get something to represent their crushing defeat.
http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=36256.msg3490899#msg3490899

-Uhhmm....my name... ehh...

What was my name...?
Your old name is long lost.
What do you mean?
You now call yourself Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves.

-I go by the name of Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves!
-Plschh! *Esmar spits out the remainder of her drink*
-What...
-Oh heh, it's just...you didn't really strike me as a Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves kinda dwarf...
-Uhhmm....usually just Nerin for short...

What the crap was all that about? Why did you pick such an ambitious name!?
Shut up, it's excellent.

-Heheh, guess you're better off that way.

What now? I've never been good at talking with girls and right now I suffer from a severe case of insanity combined with a long period of complete isolation....
Dude We've got this!

-Nah it's an excellent name and you know what? It doubles as an euphemism.
-...! And it's a euphemism for what exactly?
-Oh, but we barely know eachother!

*mental facepalm* What are you doing!?
Relax, go and get some more beer and while you're up there you might aswell ask the fat guy for a job.
What...

-Are you drunk?
-Of course! I'm a dwarf what'd you expect? Wait here I'll go get another round!
-o____O'

My money!
You greedy bastard, what's the point of money if you are not going to use it?
uhhm...but...
Shut up!

-Hey Brewster...another round please.
-Aye ya lil' bastard, commin' right up!  But wait com'n taste thish first, it'sh my latesht experiment!
*I grab the cup and watch it's content anxiously...*
I take a sip but I'm instantly about to throw up, I can't tell if it's the taste or the sheer amount of alcohol. The texture was extremely strange aswell, one could descibe it as a mix between a syrup stew and a raw egg.
Luckily I manage to hide my disgust and when Brewster asks for my opinion I burst out something about it being okay but a bit rough.
-Ahhh well Shnotbeard my friend I guesshh you're jusht too much of a lightweight to really appreciate the raw tashte of the Monarch Butterfly!
-It's actually Nerin...Lord of....sigh...Lord of the Glittering Caves.
-Bwahahaha, what a name ey!
-Yes, yes but...I'm kind of looking for work at the moment...and I thought maybe I could work here?
-What!? Trying to take my job are we now?
-No not at all! I was thinking more of a...uhhm
What's the plan here?
Barmaid.
-a uhhm...barmaid?
-Bwahahaha, you're a funny one Shnotbeard but unfortunatly you do not really have the titsh for the job.
-Oh...I'm sorry...
-Cmon matey, what'sh up with that shad face o-yours? Lishten here, maybe ya could come 'round later thish week and do shome cleanin' or shomtin'? That ish of courshe if I manage to remember it.
-I won't disappoint.
*Grab the beer and get over to the table*

That was a complete failure!
No...just a little bit...
You're making me look like a fool in front of everyone! Bar-maid!? Why!?
Now you're just overreacting, drink your beer and you'll feel better.
 
I still felt a bit akward just sitting there talking especially considering the fact that I had to rely on the stupid voices to come up with dialogue. But it accually got easier as we got drunker and after a while she was even laughing at the horrible jokes, before I knew it she began telling tales of her travels as an "adventurer". Most of them took place at the coast next to the Red isles but some went as far as to the Frozen hills of the south. Some of the stories were quite thrilling involving things like goblin ambushes or carps and they were generally centered around a pack of four dwarves. They choose a destination but no goal and then attempt to gather as many riches as possible along the way, sometimes it was accually quite heroic stuff-saving towns and such but generally they'd just rob some poor elves of all their belongings.

Ok! what's next?

@Tevish Szat. It's cool that you can predict all that's going to happen but...why did you have post it when I had already made the update Massive spoilers!

Also can we try and come to some sort of a conclusion? I'm kinda tired of drawing this bloody brewery...

 

Well, got a poll up 'bout the name bit but we still gotta make some sort of decision considering our next move. Keep on ordering drinks? Go back and sleep? Talk to the pipe-dorf?

Also who the F voted for elves in the last poll!? Explain yourself immediately or prepare to be lynched!

I began telling the story of how the outpost Rocklod met its demise, about how I was trapped during the invasion and about how the goblins already had left when I finally managed to dig my way out.
At this point Brewster had already gone through half a barrel of ale and began pouring his third mug of rum.
I countinued with attempting to describe the hardships I had experienced during my many days of traveling, Brewster claimed that it was a 2 week trip for a full expedition with packanimals and seemed suprised that I managed the enitire trip on my own. As I got to the part about Blackgate I attempted to withheld some of the information that could some how compromise my current situation.
Brewster seemed to have read my intentions quite accuratly and began talking about the fort while repeadatly spilling his drinks on me.

- Aye, that be the warden ya shaw for shure. Ya now that Shilwerdrop ish quite a shucceshful fort arright? Here ya could make a fortune in a week...if ure the right dorf that ish. The richer thish plashe got the more migrantsh came here lookin' for a better life, and shoon there wash too many of em'  buggersh. At firsht the nobelsh wanted to do like them shouthern dorfsh, jusht shticking all the migrantsh in a hole with goblinsh and wolvesh and all kinda horrible shtuff. The intershting part 'bout the way 'em shoutern dorfsh do thingsh ish that only one of 'em ish allowed to leave, so letsh say theyve killed all the bad shtuff then they gotta kill eachother eh.
* Brewster misses his mouth and pours a mug of ale into his beard*
-Well...then there wash thish other guy who had a better idea, letsh not washte any good dorfsh who can work! or somethin' he shaid. Hish plan wash to have the migrantsh work for free and givin' them a room and a bit-o food in return, in the end he managed to convinshe the othersh. But his plan washnt perfect...pretty shoon some migranth got mad and started a riot. The guy wash killed in the riot...but thish is where shtuff got bad...before anyone coud react the warden had taken over the whole operathion. Shome even claim he shtarted the riot. With the fortsh garde behind him and a noble title he was untouchable, what more ish that he abushed hish military powersh to forbid the dorfsh under his rule from leavin'.
*To add effect to the last statement Brewster slams the table with his halffull mug, filling the air around us with hundreds of tiny ale-drops.*
Realizing his mistake Brewster throws me a handkerchief that that look like it might've been chewed on by a dog or something. He throws it quite poorly and misses by multiple urists.

As I pick it up from the floor I realize that I've been presented with a golden opportunity to clean my beard, as I manage to scrape off the last piece I quickly shoot a quick stare in Brewster's direction. Seems like he didn't notice.
He also appears to have lost all interest in the story as he is now putting together a complicated drink with as much precision as a miner tunneling under magma, many of the bottles contained liquids which I couldn't even identify. One second he is pouring in some milkwhite spirit surrounded by the air of a crisp wintermorning and then the next he's putting a deep brown rum ablaze. While we had been talking it seemed like some people had left the brewery, Onil & Okod were nowhere to be found aswell as Merud ad Lora. Razor had sunken deep into his ale and it was hard to tell if he was sleeping or not. Must be getting late...
I felt tempted to go for another drink but as my funds are quite limited to say the least perhaps I should head back home instead?

Soooo...
Do we go for another round of drinks, keep on asking people about stuff, go back to the room or head to some other part of the fort?
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Oh and I forgot to say this earlier but Tevish you're fckn brilliant, your analyses are almost always spot on. Either my storytelling is very predictable or you've got some skill.