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*Septim pours Charley a Septim Shot*

"How are things?"

*pours Demonsul a Septim Shot*

"Where've you been?"

*Breaks a stool over Demonsul's head and ties him to the bar*

"He can't leave now can he?!"

*Enters for the first time, looks around*

"What's the point of a sporkknife?"

*leaves*

*Enters again*

"I was just kidding, I will join after all, pass me a drink"

*pours the drinks and begins cleaning some glasses while humming a foreign tune*

*appears behind Charley and takes his stool back, causing him to fall embarassingly on the floor

"Next time use better rope. That plastic sporkknife could cut right through it."

*tosses the sporkknife back to Arvious and takes his place back at the bar

"A Septim Shot again, if you would..."

Demonsul walks back in, wipes his hands on Charley's sleeve, takes HIS stool back from the Prince of Cats and drop-kicks Charley into the roaring fireplace. After this, Demonsul returns to his seat at the bar, tosses Charley's drink into the fireplace after him and waits for his Septim Shot.

(Hey its been a long time since I've role played, so im a bit rusty but im going to give it a shot anyway, so if im not that good, sorry)

*Samual was passing through the hills, riding on his beutiful white stead when he heard many cheers and chuckles coming from the nearby town. So he started to slow down, and took note of his location. Samual then went onto start to ride towards the town where the noise was coming from. The town seemed to be coated in a layer of dust and dirt, like no one had walked in the town for a long time. He started to wonder if he had just thought he heard somthing back on the hills. Samual steadily started to ride over to the other side of the what seemed lifeless town, where he started to come across some people. He then went other to a lady who was washing some clothes and asked 'Sorry but do you mind telling me where I am', the lady looked at me then ran of. I then looked ahead of me and noticed a small tavern. I started to aproach it, and jumped of my stead and lead it to the water trough just outside the tavern. After I had made sure my stead was drinking I started to walk up towards the steps to my horse. I push the doors open and then some drunk came flying out the window only to get up push past me and run back into the tavern and get back involved with a fight. I thought nothing of this and went up to the damaged bar, and asked*

'A pint of your finest cider please'

*Teleports back to the tavern, breaks the stool and throws the pieces into the fire, picks up the neighboring stool, turns it upside down, points to the engraved name that reads "Lord Karzun Demonsul" on the bottom, beats you over the head with it, sits it back down, sits you on it, and makes a new stool for himself before carving his name into it and sitting down.*

"Jeez..."

"Could you not use a multi account that Zeta asks to delete to post in here?"

"He could use his main account at least..."

"It does the talks with the quotes"

*Puts down his guitar and walks back other to the bar and sits down*

"Im going to be using this account instead as my main account now the other one is going to be deleated, for reasons Id rather not go back through"

*Turn to face the barman and then orders several more beers*

*Crack* the doors blow open, debris hitting the occupants of the Tavern.

"oh snap! my bad, i didnt mean to do that. umm.. yea..someone should go fix those. anyway! ill take a beer"

*appears, and Deallus appears outside of the bar*

"Hello, I'm back..."

*smacks Karzun in teh face with a GOLDEN SPOON!*

i feel better now

"Ummm...I guess you're sort of busy now..."

"Demonsul of course!"

"Dear Zeta...could this be the start of the spoon-spork wars?"

*stabs arvious with a spoon*

*slaps arthur with a large trout*

dun mess wit meh. i is beyond godlike!

*Slaps both Senturu and Arthur across their heads with a trout and forces them to sit*
"Don't you dare," spoke Himanil ferociously while brandishing a trout , "Impugn on the Zeta' authority or make claims equating yourselves to Zeta here."

*Snorts, chuckles, then starts laughing uncontrollably*

"Ha *gak*.. Ahem. Seriously Septim, some of your ideas are incredibly far-fetched. Don't you think that I'd know if I was some sort of avatar?!
Gimme a free drink and I'll forget all about this..."

"That's got to be some helluva of a farfetched operation to maintain."