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"AHHHH! EVEN WORSE!"

*Septim grabs the canned abdomination and begins smashing it over and over again with a warhammer.

[[OOC: Canned drinks weren't introduced until the 1930s!!!]]

Yay!

Oh...woops...umm... *runs*

"Good day.  Septim get him a Septim Shot to warm him up."

Charges in with a sword, 'Someones dying today,' ;And it's not me,' adds Himanil looking t a group of sniggerers.

"I have no clue what you are talking about.  I was simply conjuring an image of an old beer barrel to save us some sanity and the spell went crazy.  Do you think it will go away after awhile?"

*dices the cave trolls

"I don't think that is a fair way to duel..."
[Indeed it is not- I can godmod non-player-characters with abandon.]

*sits down

"As for my coat of arms, it is nothing racist as you theorized, it is just a very famous coat...you would realize who...ah, never mind, I doubt any of you even know where Bronimina is, so your knowledge of it must be very slim."

"Heh, alright...Bronimina is a vast northern landmass, most of which is covered with ice all year round. There is a mountain range through the middle of the landmass, and the Broniminan Empire controls a third of the semicontinent. The western half is mostly uninhabitable, bu some poor fools live in the southwest areas, and there are a number of magic cults that abide on the ices. I think it's a good place to come from, the miners and smiths have all kinds of rare metals in the mountain range and the southern chunk of the continent is green for half the year..."

*looks around at all the people listening to him

"Well, you can see for youself if you buy that new World of Roleplay atlas that's coming out soon..."

"Sounds good, I really have to go there some day."

"While your at it, you could get me a Septim shot. Sure, it would slow my way out of here, but would that be such a bad thing?"

*looks round

"Ah, well, if you want to put it like that, I'll PAY for the drink..."

"I don't know, the word only got out I needed maps, it will be a while before everyone can get to me with their piece of the puzzle...and it is a puzzle. Finding a way to fit them all together will be a major challenge."

*drinks the Septim Shot

"Here you go..."

*gives Septim a silver coin with an impression on one side. It is of a hand holding a globe.

"Since everyone else is telling about their lands.  Just go look at the World Map for Tasidian..."

Hem, hem
'I hail from the land of Farathor.'
'It's...... someone throws a fish at his face'
'By Titus i'll have you flogged, boiled alive in a drunken demise and skinned after that i will.'

'Who're you calling drunken,' *sends an army of undeceptively, undestructively fanatically loyal black orcs to kill Demonusl.

*sigh

"I thought you'd have learned by now..."

*slices all the Orcs into small pieces

"...armies mean nothing in this tavern. And anyway, my name is pronounced Demonsul."

*sits back down

"Where is that Septim Shot?"

"Yes, I'll add everyone..."

*Shoon watches as a fiery burst engulfs Himinal and Bowmaster*

Himanil watches as Shoon is zapped with an inactivity spell for 2 days.

Wow, I don't advise anyone to ride up from Texas to Oklahoma on a motorcycle in the winter! *Snapping to himself Anubis shook his head*
"What did I say? What is Texas? Or Oklahoma? And is a motorcycle some kind of troll?"

"Who orders black orcs and trolls? I sense an evil person in our presence...Septim, I suggest an alliance between Cidel and Tasidian even though our countries have had one for over a hundred years I am sure."

"Orcs, Dragons, AND humans!? That's it!"

*Septim draws Firengard and holds the blade to Delran's throat. The magnificent blade seems to put out an aura of warmth and bravery in the holder and his allies, but one of fear and coldness in everybody else.

"Just WHO the hell are you Dragonblood? Humans, orcs, and dragons NEVER get along, never in the history of the world!"

*gets back up*

"Im starting to enjoy being an orc, I even got a new title now"

*sits on a nearby chair and gets drunk on all the shots he would of givento the now chopped up orcs and begins singing orc nursery rhymes*

"GanGoTh the POnder hAd a meRRy Troool slave....." 

"tooo much shot....."

*passes out*

"Because of my nature, weapons forged by humans cannot hurt me unless they are made from ores found in meteors or dragons teeth, dragon bone, dragon scale. And they must be forged in the deepest pits of hell."

"And forget that party. It was quite nice, if we miss that part...."

*Delran remembers what happened when a dragon and an orc got drunk and started to pick on everyone until they set flight...and crashed on the drinks.*

"And I defended you back then. You got out cleared and didn't even had to pay a fine. The judge was scared that I would feed him to my dragons. That old foul! I would never do that! If I get my hands on the one who did that, well....et's say that my dragons will really have breakfast, lunch or dinner."

*Arvious launches a nuke at the tavern as a goodbye present.*