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"Demonsul, I want my Hard Lemon!"

[You do know what Hard Lemon is, right?]

*Arvious's dust somehow manages to spell out the sentence:*

"I'll have a c0cktail, one part sambuca, two parts vodka, one part gin, and a dash of lemon."

*Arvious's dsut holds up the tavern and kicks Eletrcic out of the tavern.  The dust collects more dust and becomes walking thing of dust, and sits down on a bar stool.*

*The dust man drinks it, and the dust man becomes wet with the drink, and falls over in a big dust pile.*

*The ash smolders for no apparent reason.*

*gives Delran another hard lemon

"I gave you a tough fruit, not a drink..."

*gives Delran another hard lemon

*gives the clone some Liquor in a glastic cup

[[That is not a spelling error]]

*Arviosu drinks the Liquor and the glastic cup.*

"Woot!  Another!"

*Grinds his teeth, oick up the lemon and hits Demonsul hard in the face with it*

"I asked for my drink, Hard Lemon! Not for lemons!"

"Now that was better!"

*Drinks*

"HMMMMM....very good! Another one! You should have one too! It is both dark and light, an equilibrium."

*Drinks*

"I can take your place for a few seconds! Pour you a drink and give it to you. You drink and get back behind the bar. I know a nice spell to keep the drinks effects away!"

*Cedric walks in the door, an aura of power surrounds him.*

"I have returned, and I have found a great power which no person here has found.  I will explain it later after discussions with the shadowy person outside.  Please do not bother him because he has the power to destroy the tavern itself."

*Cedric sits at the bar and continued giving off an aura of power*

"Now...I must decide the course of actions for the future..."

"Thank ZeTa your back Cedric, Delran almost convinced me to put him in charge..."

"Sorry, I couldn't make a satisfactory Septim Shot, only you and Septim seem to know exactly what goes in those things."

*drinks complimentary shot

*Puts a title over the shrine*

"Slasher the mongoose god of hate".

*Dinks the Septim Shot*

"Good, but I like Hard Lemon better! Cedric, one Hard Lemon!"

*Arvious jumps into the tavern and kilsl the man with a pizza glob in his hands.*

"Hello, one Septim Shot, Tasidian Draught, and Leiondon Lager."

*Arvious sits on a barstool.*

*Arvious chuckles.*

"Oh, the Leiondon Lager isn't FATAL.  Just a special beer fermented in Port Traven.  As long as you don't drink, like, twenty of them, you'll be fine."

*Arvious mixes up the three drinks and chugs it all down.*

A gust of wind blowed into the tavern, as a man walked into the wooden building.  His hair was bright blue, shining like a beacon of light.  A sword was sheated, made of steel, and a longbow strapped to his back.  He was dressed in a white robe, which chainmail rested under.  His face was a determined one, and looked like a serious fellow.

"Hello all!  A free round of drinks!"

The man walks up to the bar, and takes a seat, and waits for the bartender.

[[It is I, Arvious.]]

*looks round

"Hey, you, new guy, you wouldn't happen to know what happened to Arvious, would you?"

[[Yes I know its you, just make up some junk]]

*begins preaching about the newly formed slasherion cult*.

"hear ye hear ye sinners,etc,etc,etc......"

"Your Highness Cedric, why it is so nice to have you here! Cheers!"

*Mixes the Septim Shot and and Hard Lemon."

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOD! Another one if you please!"

"None of importance! He was merely a peasant! He did nothing of importance! But he bragged he did! What an oaf!"

[:-p]