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*gives a sidelong look at Cadmus

"I'll admit, Troll brew beats Tasidian, but it's nowhere near as good as some of the drinks served here."

*Snorts so heavily that his his nasal passage gets blocked*

*Knocks at the door*


*sighs*


*Knocks again*

*Before Charley opens the door*

"You're kidding me with the knock right?"

*Marches over to the door and smites it down with a Dwarf hammer*

"We do it all the time and the patrons don't even mind it."

*rolls on the floor, covers face and groans like in pain*

"Am i hit?"

*stands up and fixed himself then walks in*

"Can i come in?"

*Has a clone repair his head before turning around with a literally lop-sided grin*

"Oops my fault."

*Has smile set right*

*Smile disappears on seeing lack of capital letters*

*waves a 1939 Mosin-Nagant rifle at Septim/Cidellus/whatever we're supposed to call him

"I'll take a Septim Shot. Also, do you think this is ye-olde-timey enough for this place?"

*Extracts the strange object from the fire with a pair of tongs and ogles over it*

*Smiles at everybody like a politician running for mayor and went directly to the bartender*

"A barrel of rhum please!"

*Turns around and inhales the smell of wreckage then whispers to himself*

"I'm finally back"

"realzing!?"
*Watches Himanil burst into more flames and fade into a fine powder.  Sweeps up the dust with a broom and pushes it out the door*

"Nasty allergies..."

*Newly madec lone marches in*

"See that is or.........rather was exactly my point, 'realzing' from old patrons invites wrath but new ones doesn't."

*Grumbles about talking to Tavern public relations officer*

*also confused as to madec lones

"Ugh, whatever. This place is moving quickly again, and that's good, I think...although there aren't actually many RPs..."

"I've purposefullt kept out, even from the main game as currently events in life are slightly turbulent. Joining an RP and going inactive for even brief periods draws more flak than not joining one. Will hopefully join in when I'm sure I can be active.

(I'm so sorry for the misspelled rum but in our place its spelled rhum.)

*Opens the barrel of rum.*

"Who want's to taste my flaming rum of selfishness?"

*Lights the lid of the barrel with a match from nowhere*

*Gboypt pours the flaming rum slowly to an empty mug placed on top of the table beside him, Gboypt took the mug of flaming rum*

"I'll go first."

*Gboypt took a deep breath and poured the flaming rum on his head*

"I'm on fire baby!"

*tosses a mug of water over Gboypt

"Come on, this is a damn log building. Do you want to pay for repairs?"

*takes the empty mug, dips it in the flaming rum and drinks

"Hey, that's not too bad."

*Shield wall dissipates as Himanil heaves a sigh of relief realizing that he 'probably' wasn't the only one*

"I hate it when this place dies."

*walks in and sits at the bar*

"One bunnie brew, plz"

*wakes up inside the trash can Demonsul put me in about two pages back*

"Argh, this thing has the same trash it had when I got in here."

*climbs out and falls onto a random patron*

"Ewh.... ey hoo, gima dwincz."

*passes out again*

*Appears out of somewhere and takes the drink since Arvious is passed out*

*Drinks a beer to help him think of RP ideas* :D....

"That ought to do it."

*closes the Tavern's source code, which was somehow on a wall*

"Now what's this I'm hearing about a new RP?"

After a long day of riding horseback between armies, monitoring progress and giving orders, Panic feels a sweet release of blind drunkeness is required. He walks into the tavern and immediately noticed two things, a stench of alcohol soaked floorboard, and a strangely attractive rabbit at the bar. He walks over.

To the bartender:
"I'll have what she's having"

To the rabbit:
"Whats on your mind my furry friend... and whats in that drink?"

Hey Septim Gi'me your best beer with no alcohol =P