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*Septim runs up and sucks Delran's blood Dracula style.

"Now I control all Dragons too! RAWR!"

"So...you drank the blood of the eldest dragons with their permission? Sounds like they had been drinking too much if you ask me."

"It is a good thing Septim and I are gods...or I would worry about dying or being hurt..." 

*yawns*

"That's what it's called? I call it moonshine..."

*Septim pours Himanil V a shot.

"Dragon blood is for healing...everyone knows that.  It has magical medicinal properties.  Who ever heard of dragon blood killing? It cannot kill me so don't bother trying..."

"I do know one blood that kills though..."

*Septim pulls out a vial of alien xenomorph blood.

"Booyah! Don't ask why the vial isn't melting..."

"I don't like and never have read/played any of them.  I have read many things, but dragon blood has never been dangerous.  Saying it can kill the divine is also kind of overpowering I would think."

*Septim takes Delran's dragon blood and pours it on Zeta. Nothing happens.

"Hmmmm...LIAR!"

"My belief is that dragons are ancient and intelligent creatures of incredible strength.  They have amazing physical and magical strength that is naturally in their bodies.  Dragon scale armor is wanted by many of the greatest warriors of the world because it is light weight and also stronger than any metal.  They are also searched for because of their almost unlimited knowledge of the world, being created near the beginning.  Having a single person controlling them is like saying I control the world and you all cannot hurt me.  Something so powerful controlled by one person seems like it is very abusable in any medieval RP that your character is used in."

[[Passive godmoding - It is also used to describe the act of creating or playing with an invincible character or using "perfect" equipment (such as unbreakable armour), or possessing limitless power, etc.]]

*Coughs* "I don't mind it much in here...but in an RP I would be very quick to point that out.  I am not in a good mood and have been talking about the RP forum with Septim for several hours."

"Whatever.  Septim give me something to drink...I don't care what"

*Septim pours Charley a long island iced tea.

"Well I am half human half elf - immortal, but I can be killed. Septim, one shot!"

*Septim pours Delran a shot.

"Well...I've got sp@m runnin' through my veins!"

"Finally...Septim I thought you were the dragon lord person? You always had the nicknames that made me think so."

"I do have Dragonblood running through my veins, the God of Time's, Akatosh, to be precise. But that doesn't mean I control him or time..." mutters Septim.

*While stumbling around drunkly*

"Oh yeah? well i have daedric blood of Mehrunes Dagon! *Hick*"

*gets up*

"Yes I have been drinking too much there is no way i could have mehrunes blood he has a axe for crying out loud"

".....I think i have Hircines blood though the deadra of the hunt......"

*Sees a rat and shoots it in the head then picks it up and drops it in front of septim*

"Oi! Mister I have the blood of Akatosh get this place more hygenic or I will call the health inspector."

"I forget...I was cranky yesterday so it kind of got on my nerved."

"It's an old family name...it was given to my ancient forefather after his ferocity in battle, as in 'he fought like a demon'. At least I think that's it, it might not have been exactly those words..."

"The translation for Septim has been lost for quite a long time...now...what needs cleaning?"

*Septim notices several zombie corpses and an empty medieval smg.

"Well now..."

*Septim also notices several hundred bullet holes in the wall, along with bloodstains. He then goes into the back and finds some guy standing there.

"Hey man!" he says.

*Septim shoots the zombie slayer with a sp@m cannon, killing him, he then walks outside and notices a zombified Septim clone behind the bar. After cleaning up the blood, replacing the shot boards, disposing of the zombie corpses and the zombie slayer (shipping them to Septim's Exotic Eats), and melting down the medieval SMG, Septim gets behind the bar.

"Happy?"

[[OOC: It means seven in latin, and in some of the RPs I do. But all worlds have different meanings for everything...]]

"Could be it...might not be...nobody knows..."

*laughs

"Heh, if I brought my family Coat Of Arms in here, it would cause all kinds of trouble for me with those who recognize it..."

Well here is my family coat of arms.

"I bet Demonsul's coat of arms will end up being something racist...or something....I do like Bow Master's coat of arms though.  I need to make mine."