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"I will kill you..!"

*Shoon says a random spell and a huge cage falls on everyone that looks or is Himinal*

"I defeated the evil contraption salesman!"

Looks at the imprisoned guy by the name of Himinil, asks his dragon 'Who do you think that is,' 'Whoever it is, he sure does bear a close resemblance to my name, don't you think,'

Looks around and finds his dragon eating up Shoon.

"Mhhummph tughmun guh buhg!"

*Shoon slowly takes to duct tape off and punches charley in the jaw*

"No modern items!"

"Erm, Charley he can't drink a beer with that stuff on his face..."

Arvious goes back to being drunk.

[[Couldn't help but post here a bit...]]

*looks at Himanil.

"Well, I can see I'm wasting my time here. Soulless posts, evil 'modern' contraptions, maybe even minor godmodding...why can I not duel someone with honor?"

*lowers his blade

"Forget this. I'm having a Septim shot."

[[Order: Septim Shot]]

*Stands up and faces Demonsul, pours him a Septim Shot, and then walks to the other side of the bar.*

"I suggest that we have a duel ourselves!"

*Draws Purilas from his sheath and holds it ready.*

'A septim shot, call me if you need help Charlie and feel free to use my dragon to destroy shoon.'

*Septim comes out of nowhere and knocks Charley out from behind the bar.

"I'm baaaaaaaaack!"

*Septim pours Himanil his Septim Shot and does a dance.

*brings up his sword. The two blades meet with a clash. Flicking his blade in an attempt to push Purilas away, Demonsul makes a thrust at Charley's sword arm.

*Anubis walks in throwing back his ever present hood, and walks straight up to Himanil*

   "How much do you want for the dragon?"

Himanil whistles and 2 elephants enter the room dragging behind them a 50 foot long and 80 foot thick document, Himanil smiles at Anubis and says 'Well for starters you have to read all of that, after which i will conduct a test, if you pass then i shall merely consider you to be eligible for bidding for my dragon.'

Shoots the dwarf with a flaming arrow as he reattempted to kill Anubis. Looks up thoughtfully and says 'Well yes, there is a smaller one i believe,' whistles again and a clerk comes in with a small book. 'I wouldn't be too happy if i were you,' says Himanil looking at Anubis's face, 'You can read this if you want to, but beware it's accursed, whoever can read this long lost languauge is doomed to die an excruciatingly painful death in 1 week.'

Slightly hesitant, and with many misgivings, Anubis reaches forward and slowly takes to book from the clerk.  Looks at it a minute then  looks back up at Himanil and smiles. "Aw whatever, we all have to die sooner or later right?" Then opens the book and begins to read.  "Long lost language!?! These are egyptian hyroglyphics! (or however you spell that lol) This language comes from a parrallel world where homo sapians don't believe in dwarves and magic and stuff, yet will still devote hours of their time prentending that's what they are.  As the son of the Egyptian god of death, I must be immune to any spells on this book."
*Does a little jig of joy*
"Ok, so on to the test you mentioned"

*Wakes up from on the floor*

"I think Septim hit me again...but I don't remember."

*Holds his head and finds his sword before sheathing it.*

Revenge walked in a happy mood

" Septim you fool :D <3 " Revenge shouted to Septim who was cleaning a glass
" Chuck me an American-Expresso "

While waiting for the test, Anubis glances down out the dwarf which had been stabbed then shot.  Unusually hardy, he was struggling to get up.  With a bored expression he grabbed a drink from the bar and dumped on the flaming arrow and the dwarf burst into flames.

*Septim slaps Anubis, grabs his wallet, and slaps him again.

"NO STEALING ALCOHOL!!!"

*Septim then fills everybody's orders before slapping Anubis again.

*shrugs*

"Well, he is a mage...he could enchant his blade you know?"

*Holds up his blade Purilas and Tersus.*

"Purilas was forged by Charley the first, from the metal that fell from the sky.  Tersus was made by unknown elves and carries almost the same power as Purilas.  Both swords are completely pure of all evil and are extremely powerful against dark beings.  The wounds they inflict upon dark enemies fester as if infected and never truly heal.  Purilas was guarded by a high elven lord for many years until it came into my possession.  These swords can only be held by a member of the Deallus family.  No other may hold them or their hands will be scalded as if by molten metal.  Not even magic can allow anyone else to hold these swords."

Anubis walks back in, slightly bruised but for the most part unhurt and definately mad.  Strolling up to Delran his eyes blazing and the jackal head on his staff glowing he said in his chilling voice, "Don't try that again.  Ever". Then swinging staff above his head he hits Delran on the head with it, but rather than knocking him out or bruising him, it just curses him so that any alchohol he drinks will immeadiately make him sick and will come shooting back up his throat.  Anubis then reaches over the bar, takes his wallet back, and gives Septim a look that states clearly what will happen if he tries to slap him again.

*Watches Anubis*

"Just so you know...stealing alcohol from the bar causes you to be turned into a pile of ash.  Ancient magic that is older than time itself.  Also, it is a tradition here for the bartender to slap the new patrons.  Slapping him back only encourages him...and he is more experienced than you think.  His goofy appearance is only a ruse.  Septim! I would like an ale please!"

[[Order: ALE!]]

"Hmmmmm. I am cursed? HAHAHAHA! There are no curses in this world or any other worlds that can harm me. Your curse is null. And try that again.... wait! No! Just only think at that and I'll make you wish you've never been born! Did that some time ago to someone!"   >;)

"Not that! Anubis cursed me!"

*wakes up again

"God! I should really lay off this stuff..."

*a few hazy recollections come to him. He claws himself up and takes his 'crap' sword form Delran.

"I take it you've never seen darksteel before. Or trained in the Broniminan style of swordplay."

*walks out of the tavern, trying to stop himself from passing out again

"I sell them to eat at my restaraunt...but that's about it..."