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An enraged Himanil jumps onto the table, takes out his dictionary casts an impenetrable protective spell about him and yells, 'Just remember you asked for it, the last thing you want to do is to insult an aspiring literature historian', then Himanil starts uttering one curse over the other right from the time of the Neandethrals to curses used by the modern day punk till samual falls to his knees begging for mercy.

All right then, but when did i provoke him or anyone.

[[Order- Something chilling]]

[OOC: Bad attempt to start a fight? I was trying to explain that the drink was highly volatile fool!]

*Demonsul decides that he's had enough boredom, and throws a black fireball at Himanil.

*Gives Himanil his drink and wonders where the hell Septim is still...*

*Looks at Himanil curiously*

"Guess adding spikes wasn't a good idea...sorry"

*Pours another drink for Himanil*

"Ernie? My father has been dead awhile...you must have been in some deep sleep."

*Pours Kevdwayne a complimentary ale*

*Septim kills Charley and fills all the orders.

[[OOC: Use this! [[Order: Ale]] if you want a drink!!!]]

*Another Charley clone comes in the door.*

"Urf...I thought he was with his father and would be back tuesday, but he sure didn't..."

Yo, Septim, some wiskey, will ya?

*Draws a Colt 45 and shots Charley clone.*

Jeez, this place is swarming with clones! One down! How many to go?

*Septim grabs the magical mystical weapon of doom that Delran used and puts it into a magical mystical secret place of doom.

"There..."

*Septim slaps Delran and pours him some whiskey.

"I decided not to go for clones. Instead, I vouched for eternal life and cellular regeneration."

"I also use clones, been using them since before Charley even heard of this land, how else could I be in every forum at once?" said Septim with a smile, "My mark-III clones are like me in every way, 'cept they can't use sp@mgod powers, my mark-IV clones are super soldiers, my mark-V clones are identical to me in every way, they can even use the powers of the sp@mgod..."

Calls a fire truck, which douses the fire, 'I need a brandy first you know,' says Himanil indignantly.

"Yeah, Corned Beef is for little sissy girls!"

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Prince Validus Septim Report 11/8/2008 8:10:48 AM	*A strange mongoose leaves a note.   Need something to do between ticks? Look no further than the roleplaying forum! Meet me at the gateway to the Roleplaying Forum, Ye Olde Taverne, for a free drink, on Charley! -Septim
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I demand my drink!

*Gives Stirlin his drink and pays for it*

"Fine, there you go..."

*Trips Shroon and dumps a Septim Shot down his throat*

*Thakes Shoon out of the tavern. From out side some noises can be heared.(Bum, Ouch, No, Knock). Enters back in the tavern.*
"Darn! He didn't even knew how to throw a punch! Septim, another wiskey please! And drimks on me for everyone in the tavern!"

Looks around stupefied, 'It's the first time that i haven't got my drink on time,' says Himanil slowly. 'Someones gonna pay for this,' Himanil yells before he rushes out. From out side noises can bee heard (Bum, Ouch, Crash. NO, Bam, Bang, Bang, Bang, AAAHHHH).
'Now i fell better,' says Himanil after coming in, looks around and says, 'Now has someone forgotten the newcomer tradition,'.

[[Order- Long overdue Brandy]]

Charley kicks in the door of the tavern and storms in.  A random patron comes near him and has his hair completely cut off with a single slash of his sword.  He comes over to the bar and slams his fist down on it.
"Bastard allies betrayed me! They will pay with their lives...they dared attack my home of Tasidian and will all burn in the deepest pits of HELL! Septim! Get me the strongest thing you have...and keep it coming until im almost dead!"

Charley signs the waiver quickly and throws it back at Septim.

"Keep it coming...I have a lot of clones."

Charley grabs the drink and pours it down his throat quickly.  He chokes on it for a few minutes.
"Another..."

A line of clones continue coming in, having a Drunk's Demise, and then keel over dead.  After several dozen die, several more clones come in and carry off the bodies.  A single clone comes in and sits down.

[[Order: Septim Shot]]

Charley takes the Septim Shot and drinks it down quickly.  He then puts rests his head on his hand and waits around.

*sits up, then stands up

"Wow, never thought that'd happen again!"

*sits down at bar

"Uhh, what? Why are there all those bodies there? And why are those clones taking them?"

*sees empty drunks demise keg

"Ahh, right...a Septim Shot, if you would."

[[Order: Septim Shot]]

*Septim pours Kevdwayne an ale, Demonsul a Septim Shot, and Himanil a water.