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*Septim strangles Arvious as well.

"Just when you were starting to get good!"

Cedric observes the newcomer to the bar as she walks in.
"Hello there, I am Lord Cedric Deallus of Tasidian.  Prince Septim is probably asleep at this time, but I am sure he will be back as soon as he wakes up.  I am sorry, but I must cut this conversation short.  It is my cousin's birthday and the rest of the family will probably be wondering where I am.  It will take me several hours to ride back to Tasidian."

Cedric finishes his drink and pulls on his black cloak.
"I will hopefully be able to talk to you another time and get to know your name."

He opens the door of the tavern and walks out, closing the door after him.  The sound of hoofbeats is heard for a few seconds before silence overtakes the tavern.

*Delran watches the newcomer, and without knowing he is drooling. A dragon puts his head on window and throws a big fireball at him. Delran regains control of himself.*

"Thanks Silverwing! Needed that! Septim, one shot! And give the lady whatever she wants, on me!"

*Septim pours Delran his shot. He then wonders why Himanil randomly said "You bet" for no reason at all.

'Damn, i forgot my dragon,' hurries out to retrieve his dragon.

*Walks back in*

"I leave for a few hours and I come back to this? You are cutting each other apart and having dragons sticking their heads in the windows."

*Gets a broom and shoos the dragon away*

"Dragons count as military forces for Delran.  If you want it here, put it in the stable next to the pterodactyl.  It is big enough in case you are doubtful."

*Sits down at the bar.*

"Now quit drooling over the newcomer here.  You will scare her away.  Now Septim, get me the Tasidian drink.  It cools my temper."

"How do you know what a Drunk's Demise is made by? I thought only the bartender knows that...? One of those drinks kills you...period.  I would think it could kill anything though.'

"The Drunk's Demise was made to severely intoxicate Zeta himself...somehow, and I'm not going into details, I got my hands on the recipe..."

*Demonsul's blade does nothing to Delran's arm.*

"Stop it! It tickles!"

*Than Delran i*beep* by a drunk's demise bottle. Angered and wet, Delran turns to the foul orc who did this.*

"Do you know how you can get rid of pesky orcs? You simply kill them. It is well known that orcs receive wisdom only when they age, but you age a youngling and what I am going to do to you will cure you af this disease of you named - foul bravery!"

*Delran draws his sword and beheads Archer Orc. Than takes a bottle of Drunk's Demise and pours it into his open throat. Than sticks the head back in and leaves the orc to rott.*

"Sorry Charley, will send it to the stable. Septim I am paying for the Drunk's Demise the orc "drank", also, give me one shot!"

*looks in surprise at his sword, which has a strange green energy glowing all over the blade

"I didn't think this was possible..."

*tries to chop Delran again, and the green energy intensifies

"What have you done?"

*tries to touch the blade, he receives an electric shock

"Azazazaauch! What magic barriers do you have, Delran?"

*turns to Septim, being more than slightly drunk...even the sight of a Drunk's Demise can be intoxicating

"Stupid, isn't it...this little personcoming in here...thinking he is the best in the whole universe...all becuase somewhere in his past a dragon got involved...he hasn't accomplished anything himself, I bet, other than bragging about said dragon..."

*Septim walks up to Archer Orc and takes his axe away, he then hands him a bow and a quiver full of "Arrows of Dragon Smiting".

"You are ARCHER Orc, aren't you?"

"Oh yes, of course...how silly of me, my swords wards expired last week..."

*waves his hand over his sword many time. The first time, a black aura surrounds it. The second time, black flames lick across it's edge. The third time, it becomes drenched in alcohol.

"Oops...I guess I am a little drunk..."

*Cleans the alcohol off his sword, and lays a final ward, which hides the first two.

"There, three wards that let me cut through any armor..."

*turns towards demonsul but still watches delran carefully*

"Would you be able to add that ward to these arrows?"

*Adjusts his aim to Delrans heart*

"Sorry, but when people make ideals about their armor of such magnitude that they MUST be lies, testing is in order, right?"

*points blade at Delran (it wobbles a bit due to his drunkenness)

"You didn't need to do that...stop humoring him..."

"If you godmod me I will godmod you back and then there will be lots of posts of godmodding that nobody likes then that would be your fault for god modding me in the first place"

*Walks back in the door*

"You guys need something better to do besides godmod each other.  It is getting rather pathetic.  This is the only place that seems to have a problem.  All of the other's usually keep some sort of dignity about themselves."

*Sits down at the bar and thinks about what to order*

"I bet Delran made up that bullcrap about you needing your sword forged in the deepest pits of hell.  Where in the land can you find such a place to enter it? If there was, it would probably require something high above his own skill to even reach.  I say he is talking gibberish in his drunken state.  I will take up this challenge nonetheless.  I know of several ancient elves who know the planet better than all of my ancestors combined.  I will combine the metals of my swords Purilas, Tersus, Ernest's sword of Flarion, and the scales of the dragon that my uncle Edward has given to me."

"I cannot give up my dragons, but I will give up my invulnerability."

"Stranger things...that's true..."

*looks round in astonishment. everyone seems to have forgotten he is pointing his sword at Delran

"No time like the present...Delran, I challenge you to a duel!"

*thrusts sword at Delran

*Trips over the prone Random while trying to stab Delran

"*foreign curse*"

*Tries to maintain balance, but ends up flat on the floor in front of Delran

"*worse foreign curse*"

*Lifts Demonsul from the floor.*

"Easy pall. It seems you have twisted your ankle. Let me help."

*Derlan chants a few words and touches Demonsul's ankle. It should be altight now, but I recommend you stay still for a few days. Septim, two shots."

*sniggers under his breath in the corner*