Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v4]

[Veise]

King Uther enters, clad in power armor, with his axe.

Pascal checked out the man's armor. "Your armor is most incredible!" he exclaimed. "Where are you from?"

[Ursingard]

King Uther enters, clad in power armor, with his axe.

Pascal checked out the man's armor. "Your armor is most incredible!" he exclaimed. "Where are you from?"

"Thank you, friend. I hail from a land called Ursingard. Say, do you know if this fine establishment has mead?"
- King Uther

[Veise]

"Thank you, friend. I hail from a land called Ursingard. Say, do you know if this fine establishment has mead?"
- King Uther

"Ursingard...well, anyways, sir, I would gamble on it indeed having what you seek." Pascal replied.

[Ursingard]

King Uther approaches the bar and asks the bar keep if he has mead.

[Netherspace]

Suddenly, a group of rowdy, white men dressed in black-and-white sports-themes t-shirts and paraphernalia came walking in and cheering loudly, chanting something at sound awfully similar to 'Hail Ghamid!'

"Aye, lads! How's a pint fer' all of us in 'ere... to an absolute fuckin' GOD!" One of them called out, clearly having a Cornish accent, as the rest of them cheered loudly
"You tell 'em, da'!" A young boy said, clad in the same white-and-black gear and looked no older than ten years old.

“Uh-oh. All right, it’s time to deal some damage,” he said to himself. Then, he blinked, and his eyes turned solid purple. “HEY! You blood-drinking sons of bitches! What the hell are you doing here?”

A bullet from the chaos surrounding them hit him in the neck and bounced off. He picked up a knife and threw it directly at whoever shot it without even looking. “Do you want to settle this the easy way or the painful, bloody, fatal way?”

[Ursingard]

Uther calmly checks his gun- ready for action- and proceeds drinking his mead, albeit warily.

[Veise]

“Uh-oh. All right, it’s time to deal some damage,” he said to himself. Then, he blinked, and his eyes turned solid purple. “HEY! You blood-drinking sons of bitches! What the hell are you doing here?”

A bullet from the chaos surrounding them hit him in the neck and bounced off. He picked up a knife and threw it directly at whoever shot it without even looking. “Do you want to settle this the easy way or the painful, bloody, fatal way?”

Pascal, thinking quickly, deflected the knife just barely with his bayonet. He frowned and stood, holding his pose. "This tavern only now has found peace, and you already are trying to break it oncemore?" the soldier criticized.

[Low bloods]

Vixen silently stood behind the bar counter with tired eyes a rare event happened as he made himself a drink.
He poured and shook until he had a glass sitting in front of him.
He took a sip at first then downed it. He seemed restless

[Netherspace]

“Uh-oh. All right, it’s time to deal some damage,” he said to himself. Then, he blinked, and his eyes turned solid purple. “HEY! You blood-drinking sons of bitches! What the hell are you doing here?”

A bullet from the chaos surrounding them hit him in the neck and bounced off. He picked up a knife and threw it directly at whoever shot it without even looking. “Do you want to settle this the easy way or the painful, bloody, fatal way?”

Pascal, thinking quickly, deflected the knife just barely with his bayonet. He frowned and stood, holding his pose. "This tavern only now has found peace, and you already are trying to break it oncemore?" the soldier criticized.

James turned around and hissed. “Be silent, fool, or lose your tongue.” He marched over to the Cornishman, grabbed him by the collar. “Leave. Only one chance.”

[Foxfound]

Pascal, thinking quickly, deflected the knife just barely with his bayonet. He frowned and stood, holding his pose. "This tavern only now has found peace, and you already are trying to break it oncemore?" the soldier criticized.

James turned around and hissed. “Be silent, fool, or lose your tongue.” He marched over to the Cornishman, grabbed him by the collar, and then threw him into the floor. “Leave. Only one chance.”

Bill observed all of this as calm as ever.

"What exactly is the dispute here?"

[Netherspace]

James turned around and hissed. “Be silent, fool, or lose your tongue.” He marched over to the Cornishman, grabbed him by the collar, and then threw him into the floor. “Leave. Only one chance.”

Bill observed all of this as calm as ever.

"What exactly is the dispute here?"

“Ghamidist parasites.”

[Foxfound]

Bill observed all of this as calm as ever.

"What exactly is the dispute here?"

“Ghamidist parasites.” He brought his foot down on the man’s stomach.

"I'm not sure what that means, I confess."

Bill once again held his lightning weapon and inserted a clip of ammunition, most likely a battery of some sort.

"I don't recall if you witnessed my demonstration of the lightning rod or not. I'd rather not waste another clip."

Bill probably seemed quite oblivious and stupid at the moment, but in reality he was analyzing the situation from every angle.

[Lethen Empire]

Bill observed all of this as calm as ever.

"What exactly is the dispute here?"

“Ghamidist parasites.” He brought his foot down on the man’s stomach.

//Dude. You're still attacking when the guy you're fighting is not even online. Not cool.

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

As Alyssa walked in, she thought: “When will this place become normal?” She took a seat and began texting on her phone.

"I do not know. All I know is that this place is full of mischievous idiots with no sense of discipline." the Samurai said as he deflected two stray bullets that were coming at him with his wakizashi short-sword before sheathing it and giving the Polish-Prussian soldiers angry glares under his mask.

"Just don't get me involved in this, lest I have to draw my katana, for once I draw, I cannot sheath until a head is taken." The Mekishiman samurai warned as he gripped onto the handle of his sword.

The Fallschirmjaegers laughed. The sergeant came forward and unsheathed his dao. "Give it a try, Jap. This thing was made from goddamn railroad tracks and it still shattered katanas in it's day."

OOC: i swear if you pull out any BS about katanas being literally the best swords in existence...

[North Saitama]

The shochu burning in his scaly veins, Yoshida pulled-out his Type 26 revolver and pointed it right at the head of the Fallschirmjaeger sergeant. "That's enough of you. We are here to drink, not fight. Watch the hunter become the hunted if you step out of line."

[Ursingard]

King Uther calmly watches everything while inspecting his Power Axe, and chugging his mead.

[Ursingard]

"Samurai, paratroopers, mead, what's not to love? This place could be very entertaining, indeed."
- King Uther

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

The shochu burning in his scaly veins, Yoshida pulled-out his Type 26 revolver and pointed it right at the head of the Fallschirmjaeger sergeant. "That's enough of you. We are here to drink, not fight. Watch the hunter become the hunted if you step out of line."

The sergeant sighed. "Can I at least lay it into him outside?"

[Foxfound]

Though she hadn't yet been noticed, Kiri the ghost girl was faintly visible in the rafters. She had been watching the day's violence in a state of horror; presumably she didn't handle it well, possibly because of how she met her fate.

[North Saitama]

The shochu burning in his scaly veins, Yoshida pulled-out his Type 26 revolver and pointed it right at the head of the Fallschirmjaeger sergeant. "That's enough of you. We are here to drink, not fight. Watch the hunter become the hunted if you step out of line."

The sergeant sighed. "Can I at least lay it into him outside?"

"I said no. Now drink, like a civilised adult."

[Danceria]

Though she hadn't yet been noticed, Kiri the ghost girl was faintly visible in the rafters. She had been watching the day's violence in a state of horror; presumably she didn't handle it well, possibly because of how she met her fate.

The tan skinned Kiffar would be meditating nearby, and look up. "Little one, come down from the rafters. It's no place for a young lady..." His aura was...full. Warm and compassionate at the moment, but could burst into a fiery flurry of emotions when pushed to his limits. He was a Sith, and a Detective.

A few other gentlemen would linger about, loosely talking about something...

[Foxfound]

Though she hadn't yet been noticed, Kiri the ghost girl was faintly visible in the rafters. She had been watching the day's violence in a state of horror; presumably she didn't handle it well, possibly because of how she met her fate.

The tan skinned Kiffar would be meditating nearby, and look up. "Little one, come down from the rafters. It's no place for a young lady..." His aura was...full. Warm and compassionate at the moment, but could burst into a fiery flurry of emotions when pushed to his limits. He was a Sith, and a Detective.

A few other gentlemen would linger about, loosely talking about something...

Still barely visible, Kiri nervously floated down. She became a little easier to see as she tried to calm down.

"S-sorry, sir. I-i was just frightened by all the fighting that was going on."

[Danceria]

The tan skinned Kiffar would be meditating nearby, and look up. "Little one, come down from the rafters. It's no place for a young lady..." His aura was...full. Warm and compassionate at the moment, but could burst into a fiery flurry of emotions when pushed to his limits. He was a Sith, and a Detective.

A few other gentlemen would linger about, loosely talking about something...

Still barely visible, Kiri nervously floated down. She became a little easier to see as she tried to calm down.

"S-sorry, sir. I-i was just frightened by all the fighting that was going on."

"It is a brawl, little one." the Sith would motion for her to sit beside him. "Brawls tend to happen in establishments such as these. Nobody was hurt, and you didn't have any...newfound companions, now did you?"

[Foxfound]

Still barely visible, Kiri nervously floated down. She became a little easier to see as she tried to calm down.

"S-sorry, sir. I-i was just frightened by all the fighting that was going on."

"It is a brawl, little one." the Sith would motion for her to sit beside him. "Brawls tend to happen in establishments such as these. Nobody was hurt, and you didn't have any...newfound companions, now did you?"

It took her a moment to realize what he meant by 'newfound companions'.

"N-no, I suppose not," she said as she sat down. "I guess these things are scary for me because they remind me of how I ended up like this... If I may ask, sir, what's your name? Mine is Kiri Mori."

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

The sergeant sighed. "Can I at least lay it into him outside?"

"I said no. Now drink, like a civilised adult."

"What part of 'outside' did you not understand, you retard? Let me spell it out for you-"
He went up to a chalkboard and began writing it out.
"O-U-T-S-I-D-E. OUTSIDE. A preposition & adverb meaning 'situated or moving beyond the boundaries or confines of'."