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"Haha, I can handle it"

"Nah, I'm sure Senturu will help me post many things that have little or no relevancy to the topic in question"

*The men in the black suits get up and draw 9mm, they shoot Septim ten times in the back

"A message from the anti-spammers!", says one man.

*The two men leave

*Septim coughs up a bit of blood

"That...didn't...feel...good"

*Septim-145 runs in and picks Septim-22, he takes him to the Operation Theater...

*opens doors*
*farts on ninja*
i like cheese
can i have a drink?

*gives Septim a beer*

well bout time you got back.

*grabs a beer and walks over to Scientist*

heya buddy. been a while

*hands Scientist a beer*

ROFLMAO

that would be a mistake. cuz ill beat em like i own em

*A white wolf enters the tavern. It looks around, and sits on the timber floor.*
"Greyjoy, where the hell are you?" - a voice calls from outside.
*Ragnarr enters the tavern. There was a white cloth covering his eyes. His heavy boots sound on the timber floor as he comes slowly somewhere to the centre of the hall.*
"Greyjoy, wait outside,..."
*The white wolf leaves the tavern quickly and Ragnarr seats himself  on the bar, touching his way to a seat.*
"What place is this...?" - asks Ragnarr.

*hits Septim*

this is the Tavern, Need a beer?

"Ye Olde Tavern? Thank god,...the wolf brought me to the right place,...Senturu, give me an ale,.."
*Ragnarr takes his hood off and coughs*
"Septim, you never stop making japes, do you..."

*shlts in ninjas cerial the next morning*
hahaha you guys should here what i did to ninja's cerial this morning
*ninja jumps through the door asking who the fck shlt in his cerial*
*every 1 starts laughing then points at me*
*starts runing around in a circle screaming like a little girl*
U SAID DONT FART IN YOUR FACE SO I CHANGED!!!

*Ragnarr sighes and continues his tale after recieving no answer from Septim.*
"The Lonely Isles are inhabitted only by women,...they saw that we where male, and though we came only for some more provisions, they enprisoned half my crew and blinded the rest,...I have no idea how I got back, but,...my life is as good as ended,..."

*Ragnarr shakes his head.*
"They're still there,.....but I,....Septim, you're a fighter, a great warrior, not a damn healer,..."
*Ragnarr touches the bar around for any drink, but finds no.*
"Soon I leave for the Mormont Mountains to seek my vision. I had a dream, from the goddess of winter, Skadi,..she urges me to climb the mountains and there I shall find my vision,..."

*Ragnarr lifts his head and keeps silent for a while.*
"Greyjoy,my wolf, is my closest friend, but,...I can't take on a journey only with him. And I do not obligate any one to come and risk his life for my own purpose,...these days the roads are full of brigands, the mountains - with trolls and centaurs,..."
*Ragnarr coughs*
"If the gods will it, I shall go on my own,...."


Skadi, Goddess of Winter

*Ragnarr keeps silent and turns his head away.*
"Senturu, a whiskey..."

*Septim throws the sign down on the floor and looks at everybody

[[OOC: I am leaving for five days to my dad's house, I might be able to log on between now and Sunday, but I am unsure]]

*Septim leaves Ye Olde Taverne for some reason

*Ragnarr touches the bar in front of him until his hand stumbles into a glass of whisky. He takes it in his hand.*
"Good bye, Septim."
*Turns his head to the temporary barkeep.*
"Thank you,.."

*Septim walks in and approaches the bar counter

"Hello Senturu, pour me an ale will ya?"

*Septim turns to the group of people sitting with Epyon and stares into their eyes, he waves his hand in front of them

"You want to give me your money and jump into the nearest meat grinder"

Two men: "We want to give you all our money and jump into the nearest meat grinder"

*The two men give a large pile of money to Septim and jump into the nearest meat grinder. Septim pockets the money and sits down next to Epyon.

"How are ya doing?"

"I am not sure why your friends would go and run off, I am good except for the fact that I am being sued. I will pay for your drinks though...I have plenty of money!"

*Septim looks around

"Now where is that barkeep?"

"I have excellent lawyers, thank you, I have a large amound of money from when Tales Tavern was burnt down by Seloc. I had a large claim. I also have made a large fortune through my corporation, Septim Communications, where I train the birds and messengers used by most rulers to deliver messages....where the hell is that barkeep?"

*A short bald man looks at Epyon and runs over to the counter, he pours Epyon and Septim their drinks and brings them over to them

"Hello...sorry 'bout tha'. Name's Grubby Grubbington III, you ca' call me Grubbs!"

*Grubbs runs and hides in fear of Senturu's wrath when he finds out that Grubbs used the sacred pumps

*Septim turns to Epyon as he drinks his ale

"Good stuff...I feel sorry for Grubbs when Senturu finds out that he poured our drinks..."

"Yep"

*Septim takes a drink

"So where are you from, Epyon?"

"...what? I must've been drunk! Oh well...and yes...I have heard from another clone that you fight with him a lot in the arena"

*Septim snaps his fingers and the glass comes back up onto the table, full of Samuel Jackson beer.

"Now...where are you from?"