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[[I'm there now?]]

"Random events you say?"

*blows up Travis's skull

*Bites Septim*

"BLAH!"

*Runs up to the roof again and starts hacking at the support beams*

*Since septim did not block Electric takes out his sword and jabs it into septim's head before falling over on one side*

*The grammar police run into the building and stab everyone but the hobo in the corner.  Yes, that would be me.*

"You all are in violation to law 8-PAS Section 24 of the second paragrph!"

*They all run out...*

*The hobo in the corner suddenly pulls out a flaming blade and slices Electric in two, leaving the corpse to smolder.*

"If you are going to kill someone, put effort into it."

*Electric suddenly pieces himself together again and shoots the hobo with a sub-arrowgun*

"Bastard!"

*cuts off Travis's head and makes a new shishkebab*

*Travis continues to talk, even after his head was chopped off.*

"Hmm, this is wierd.  I feel much lighter than before... Wow, the YMCA really helps!" :-P

*Septim pours Senturu a generic ale.

"Well! Welcome back...and I'm afraid you have competition for a white blade, seems the most popular around these parts..."

*Septim holds up Firengard, a white blade with a blue flame glowing around it.

"Mine was created by a Giren, as a matter of fact, it was forged by the last Giren. It was forged for the first Emperor of the Septim Dynasty, Emperor Tiber Septim. The blue flame can cut through almost anything as long as the man wielding it has a good heart, it didn't work very well for Lucias II as an example. It is forged of pure whitesteel recovered from a fallen meteor, and is called the living sword as it contains the consciousness of every Septim who ever held the blade. Occasionally it speaks, and when it does, the voice is that of many men. It is also unbreakable, as are most enchanted weapons. The fire, combined with the durability, is why my ancestor named it Firengard. This blade has been held by every ruler of our Dynasty...it has become synonymous with our name," said Septim before drawing and displaying the mighty longsword, Firengard, to the patrons.

"Wow!" says a patron who pulls out a cigar and tries to light it on the blade's fire, but the fire burns away the cigar and charrs the patron's fingers.

"well it seems that people are not the only ones to have history's of their own, but also things that have been around for some time. take this tavern for instance. it has stood the test of time. it has seen many great people rise and fall."

Downing his Ale senturu looked around the tavern, at all the patrons in the place

"you all have no idea of the greatness in this place. this place has the power to imbue people with a purpose. to give people the power to live on in history. Drakos, a noble man who had an idea. acted upon that idea and made the tavern.
Effrandor, a legendary *beep*mer. one of the best there ever was. no matter what you did he always found a way to beat you at making people smile and laugh.
Arien, once my queen who my ancestor served and died for. she was a wonderful leader. only two women ever stood as her equal.

there are several people that havent been named. thats not because i forgot them. its that i think you all should go, go back and review the people, the past, the history of this place. let it fill you with hope for the future. thats what the people here did. although they didnt realize it at the time. they created a legacy of their own. one that would live on for generations.

"You bartender give me vodka"

*buys Electric a drink

"I like your solution to lecturers. It's not as if we all didn't know that already."

*reforms Senturu, and buys him a drink too, on a whim

"Next person to call me evil...well...is right in most RPs. Werewolf not included."

*Septim pours Perkunas a vodka, on the house, for his mistake. He then pours Electric and Senturu their drinks.

*has stirring memories of Zryike

"Hey I know you! Wow, good times, beck in the good old days..."

[[I do seriously remember you, which is surprising]]

"No, I don't remember that."

Invention Mage, covered in dust in corner: "Hey!"

"Anyway, are you sure you can only be here for today? Any extra roleplayers is a positive contribution..."

hmmm everything is kinda dead right now... everything was dead back in feb-mar too, man i always seem to be getting on when a dead spell happens

its funny but ive gotten 4 times now, 4 years ago, 2 years ago and last year... i never seem to make a name for myself

ill be back on tomorrow see ya!

(and have you hear of mechquest?)

"Zryike! I remember you too! You joined the Place for a bit, then mysteriously vanished.What are you doing, Demonsul!?"

*Grabs the headphones and burns them*

"Stop it with your vile technology!"

i didnt mean to lecture any of you. its more of a chat with myself. to remind myself of old days.

*See's Karzun jump behind the bar*

"now i do believe that you are not barkeep are you? no that would be Valan Septim"

*snapping his fingers Two of the 4 Ancient Stone Golems in the tavern (which had been there for several era's now) reached back and grabbed Karzun picking him up and dropping him on a bar stool, they then went back to their original positions*

"much better. now Septim ill take another Ale please"

*gets bored when nobody orders anything, and nails an advert over the top of all the other adverts that litter the ad-board

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"Hopefully this will generate some hype for tomorrow..."

Sorry it took me so long to get back on, do you still serve drunk demise? cause i seem to remember millions of my clones went bye bye from it

Zyrike signs waiver and dies after drinking it!!!

Zyrike walks in, looks at zyrike dieing and mutters: "Man I thought all my clones were gone! well at least the drunk demise got the last one"

Edit: corrected grammer