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*Wonders what a video and physics is*

"Hmm...Septim! A Tasidian Draught if you don't mind!"

About to be burnt.

"Elras, ey? I heard they got some fine womenfolk, there."

*comes to sit at the bar*

"Hi, my name is Dagoth, just mister Dagoth, please."

*smiles faintly*

"Oh, boy, is my face ever red!"

Demonsul orders a Septim Shot.

hhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i wonder what would happen to earogon?

*Breaks a few glasses and kills patrons for not getting his beer*

Christ do you have a bad fever.

*Slaps Fever hard and makes him fall*

*Watches Fever wince as he strikes an armoured part and slams a chair on Fever's head*

*Suddenly, Arvious III walks into the room and punches Demonsul in the face, throws him to the ground, and starts to beat him to a pulp.*

"Hey, you asked to see a brawl."

*Lucklily Fever was wearing an armor suit which allowed him to defend him self from Himanil's Girly Smash*

((Orders a Septim Shot))

*Hands Fever a Septim Shot*

*Blodgram takes his whistle, now a littlebeaten up, and blows it. suddenly in the distance, a rumble sounds.

"it worked, it really worked!"

*Starts to open his eyes and unconsciously orders a Septim Shot*

*Looks to the other side so that Demonsul doesn't see Himanil's blushing guilty face*

"Food isn't served here!"
*german sausage explodes spontaneously in Blodgram's belly*

"I have no clue about what you're talking about."

[[:-)  Just to clarify:

DEMONIC Shemzu

DEMONslayer something something

Karzun DEMONsul

THose are the only ones I'm aware of.]]

*gets up with hole in stomach

"Thats jacked up!"

*from underneath popcorn

"Anyone gonna help me eat my way out from under here?"

*beings chomping the popcorn

*Enters the tavern with a Loud burst of Noise*

*Punches Travis, and throws him out the window for  being an *beep* by not throwing Wolves but not Savage*

((Orders The Finest Ale ))

"Hey fever?"

*travis picks up a pair of socker-boppers that Septim had lying around in the tavern, and proceeds to giving Fever a thrashing.*

"Dang, I swore I heard Salamon, not Senturu..."

*Travis walks in with fifty barrels of the worst alcohol ever made:  the Drunk's Demise.*

[Actually, the worst is the 1YOTZ Ale. (One Year Older Than ZeT-)

*Hey, would you shut up?  This is my reply!*

[Go f*** yourself.]

*Yeah, real mature.*

[I'm not taking that from a Jew.]

*WTF?  I'm not even Jewish.  And do you have a thing for Hitler or anything.*

[...I might have a poster of him on my bedroom ceiling.]

*Yeah, uh-huh.*

"Drinks for all!" Travis shouts.