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* still not being able to see me* :D

*Smiles a deep smile of content if ever there was one and relaxes*

*Raises an eyebrow*
"Unless you didn't notice this is a Tavern and Septim is the bar-tender. What'll you have?"

*looks charley in the eyes*
^_^ thanks for the drink charley!!

*walks over to an empty table in the corner*
ahhh tis refreshing =D

*looks inside the drink*
charley what is this??

*walks over to himanil*
whatwas that you called me >:(!!

*smashes the bottle over himanils head when himanil falls to the floor unconcouse*
*goes back to his seat and watches himanil cry*

*realises himanil is scary XD*
*he dies in peace because this place is sht*

*walks in, drops off packaged marked DO NOT OPEN TIL XMAS*
*walks out to catch the next flight back to Siberia*

*grabs the package and puts it near the corner under armed guard by Slasher's mongoose brigade*

"There we are, and people who quit aren't allowed behind the bar until they regain the right."

>=O

*picks up Charley, drops him on a barstool, and jumps behind the bar*

*Waits till sunrise by when hopefully the effects of the spell would have worn off*

{OOC: Examples of above:  If I wanted to open the mysterious package, I would write:

"Erunion walks towards the Mysterious Package with his hands behind his back, whistling. He whips his hands out and throws the huge pot of snakes he'd been hiding, which shattered few feet away from the mongeese, spilling it's deadly, snakey and delicious contents out on to the floor..."

If Septim replied;

"The Mongeese legion studiously ignored those lesser beings, the snakes, keeping to their training and holding their post."

Then I would have to try a different way of getting the box. As the Mongeese are Septims I cannot control them! (Exceptions exist only for moderators, thread runners and if the owner of said mongeese legion doesn't respond for a considerable length of time.

I CANNOT say that "The mongeese legion, seeing the threat of these snakes, instinctively charged at them leaving their prize unguarded." That would be God-modding. Septim has to say it, unless he doesn't respond for a long, long time. }

*Slasher, a legendary hero amongst the mongeese, jumps out from his hole.

Slasher: *mongoose noises*

Translation: "Hold your position! Attack if they get within range!"

*Slasher then looks at Septim, and Septim pulls out a medieval cellular phone*

"Hey...Death...yeeeeaaaahhh...listen...I need a favor..."

***Five minutes later***

*Steve Irwin jumps through a tavern window*

"Crickey! Look a'these buggahs!"

*Steve Irwin begins playing with the snakes*

" (Exceptions exist only for moderators, thread runners and if the owner of said mongeese legion doesn't respond for a considerable length of time."

[[OOC: Woo hoo!  Oh, and Erunion is right...I get bored of some of the oddities here :p]]

"Relax, friend Himanil, Magical communicators are a well-thought of luxury item for the well-connected and filthy rich. Can I interest you in one? I enchanted it myself! Selling for a mere 300,000 gold pieces! A steal at that price for sure!"

{I think that he's referring to the proper RP threads, that is if there are any}

*Politely pushes aside the stigray tail while staring oddly at the peanut before tasting it and chucking it behind his back. Hears the familiar sound of a skull cracking and looks behind to see the peanut having had magnified a hundred fold and broken Irwin's head*

"Ah..,well."
"I guess that I'll take up your offer Telecontar (Read the novels?). However you wouldn't happen to have a discount now would you?"

[[OOC: Funny how Windscar knows everything about the tavern...when he hasn't been around since the beginning :p  Sure there has been godmodding, but look back and see that it was actually for a funny purpose and not simply you guys killing each other or everyone and then repeating.]]

*Ears perk up*

"299,999 gold only!? That's a steal!"

*Hands a large sack of money to Erunion in order to get his magical communicator* :o

[[OOC: I joined VU at around page 26. It's amazing how long this place has limped along.]]

[[OOC: I came into the tavern around page 76...but that wasn't my first era with VU.]]

Lord Cedric Deallus 15:54:28 Dec 9th 08

"I say that godmoding should be allowed only in cases of comedy that does not involve the death, dismemberment, fatal injury, or non-comical state of another patron of the tavern.  I looked back on the first pages of the tavern again and found that they seemed to have a sense of funny despite godmoding." *Prompty stuffs the biscuit into Demonsul's mouth and hides under a barstool*

[[I remember that... :o  That was back when I was responsible and cared.]]

"A round of drinks for everyone!"

*Jaw drops*
"You gotta be f-," stops abruptly as he looks around for the moders, "You gotta be crapping me."
"Is there like no task I can do to lessen it's price?"

"Hold it now, you gave him the money but unless I am mistaken he took no action to hand it over to you."

hey boys remember flies spread disease, so keep yours closed ;)

*hapens to have a few million gold coins stuffed away into an unopenable tiny sack, due to magickz*

*takes the sack from Arvious's belt and hands it to Himanil*

"Gods you're hopeless, both of you."

*Smiles*
"Sword or bare handed?"

"Here, friend Charley, is your magical communicator. Use wisely. Be assured that your former monies will be spent wisely..."
*hands Charley the communicator.*

*Plays with his magical communicator for real now*

:o  "Awesome"