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*Zyrike castle is chest high with high battlements, theirs ice ballistas and ice shields and ice catapult with little frozen people running around. They fire the ballistas to intercept the fireballs and start firing their icy balls of death.*

[OOC: flying cheese rules!!!!!!!!!!]

*Septim halts all attacks with his power over the tavern and fills the orders.

"Hey! Don't tell me what to do!"

*Thinks at what type of castle to build while drinking his order

"Aaaahhhhhhh! Hard Lemon is the best! Haven't tasted it for ages! Now let's work!"

*Goes to the center of the of the tavern and clears it from the chairs and tables. Then marks a perimeter and starts chanting and waving his hands. In the perimeter raises a granite fortress with a triple lair of walls. Ballista, catapult and trebuchet towers spring from the walls. The fortress is manned by flesh and blood men. Not real ones, but clones. The banners fly defiantly into the wind.

*tries to make a new castle, and ends up with a fiery space station type thing O.O

"Now how did that happen?"

*the fire-spacestation is pretty big, and it floats nearer to Delran's stone-castle and starts shooting lasers and fire-missiles at it

"You notished too...nobody had the heart to tell him when he invented it."

*watches in drunken glee as his space station bombards Delran's castle

*Bill goes behind the bar to be barkeep for a while, than walks out a second later due to boredom.*

"Eh, what's wiskey?  I've heard of whiskey, but not that..."

[[teach you to kick me in teh spoon, you have no idea the power of the spoon. for it truelly is the most powerful object in the world]]

*gets the sudden urge to use teh golden spoon*

*thinks he was in charge anyway

"I r masur cheef lololol."

*jumps behind the bar, staggering due to drunkenness, and crosses Hard Lemon off the metaphorical menu.

*Zyrike castle wins the match, he accident;y brings out Hemant (his sword) and turns the tavern into a icicle because he was drunk.*

*Zyrike drinks some more, runs outside. "HAHAHA I shall make the ice fortress and destroy the bar, and nothing can stop me"*

[have fun beating his behind]

*Bill stares at the chrome walls.*

"Woah..."

*Demonsul attempts to revive Zryike, but his drunken state revived him with no head. Zryike is now the headless horseman of VU!

*Larson grabs the pumpkin head and makes a pie out of it, and then pokes it with a fork.*

"Ow," the pie said.  "Lay off, will ya?"

"AHHHHHHH!!!" Larson screamed.

*Zyrike start riding on a horse with fire for eyes. A erie booming laugh comes from the stump. He comes after Bill!!!!!!*

what will happen? btw he is impossible to kill until you find his real head and enchant it some magic that will take a while to find : ) you can slow him down though. this would be a great thread, you vote to see who get killed by the hh

 *Zyrike takes of his head again because he liked being immortal, he then hides it in hell where no one can find it, or look for it because of all the demons*

[I beat you all up : ) ]

[Who in the world is he???]

*Zyrike the headless horse man does not get pwned and wants to laugh if he could at the fact the the Mongoose thinks he is petty. He then picks him up and takes his head.*

[btw, could try to make it beep instead of avoiding that? I am only 18, and I don't like bad words, its degrading for a person to say them :P ]

[that one of the reason why i left VU, to many adult oriented things for me to handle :P I don't get why you can be 13 and play this but Zeta lets all 30 year old stuff in here. I say get rid of the 13 year old limit or make certain areas for the adult stuff]

[Hell, at 13 years I knew most of the words that mostly only adults use, like hell, biatch, ficking and stuff like that. And at 18 you should not have a problem with this stuff. You are an adult. And I kinda like corrupting the younglings, at least up to point.]

[[Screw this, back to the (ficking) fight]]

*Demonsul removes Zryike's 'immortality' with MAGIKS and waits for someone to pwn him again.

*Grabs Zyrike and takes him to Hell

"Here, hold this one for me for some time. If possible keep him in a cold place! He is already hot tempered! I do not want him to hot headed when he returns!" Delran said to one of the devils.
"Sure thing! Shall I send your regards to the big boss?"
"No! He knows I am here! Take care of him will ya?"
"Don't worry! We won't boil him!"

*Delran leaves the Hell and returns to the tavern.

Suddenly, the ice begins to crack and splinter apart, and then it shatters and flies out in a majestic display of power. Septim, the God of Sp@m and a Roleplaying Saint, walks towards Zryike the "invincible" ice monster with pure rage in his eyes.
"You petty insignificant swine! I'll teach you to cover me with metal ice!"
Septim then raised his arms, and sp@m flew from them and covered Zyrike, forming a near unbreakable substance around him. Septim then locks Zyrike in the lower levels of sp@malot (trust me, that is not a place you want to be). Afterwards, Septim returns and jumps back behind the bar.
"Demonsul, you did good, but I'm back now."

=D

*Demonsul lends a hand, incinerating Zryike with Black Fire.

"It's not flashy, but it works."

"That sp@m shield wouldn't have worked against me anyway, I am the God of Sp@m, I control sp@m in all of its many forms, and as such I woul have simply taken it away and proceeded to kick your @$$ for trying to use my own element against me. And the ice table is in the freezer back there..."

*points to the men's bathroom, which is still guarded by Sci's mini-guns...*

*Wonders why Zyrike thinks Scientist's miniguns could be stopped by such weak attacks and watches Zyrike get torn to pieces.*

"Scientist was the best mage in this tavern...Zyrike thought he could win...the fool." said John as he sipped his drink.