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*reaches behind counter for a firewhiskey* "here, after what I've heard about the wheather, you may want this instead. Nice to see a lady around. The testosterone in this place is so thick I can't breathe, wait never mind that's the smoke, it's still clearing..."

*Septim enters the tavern with a long cut on his face, he immediately gives himself two gold coins and chugs a bottle of whiskey.

"Much better, had a bad experience helping 237 hunt some pandas, I'm back now though, so..."

*Septim grabs Charley and tosses him to a chair in the corner of the tavern, he then does a triple backflip and lands behind the counter. He then picks up a glass and begins polishing it...

*goes into the tavern, looks at everyone having a good time and sees Onex chugging down firewiskey*
hey Onex, save some for me!

Come on ya drunks! Dance till the sun comes up!

*Gets up and starts dancing realizing there's no music*

no problem ill conjure up some magic instruments to play all the songs for today, free of charge ^_^

*waves his hands and a big green smoke pops out of know where and instruments in the air suddenly start playing tunes*

Um.. I need to offer a remittance to whomever's pony that was outside..

Blasted Dragon couldn't wait for chow to be layed on..

"I wasnt behind the bar you old coot."

One week ago...

The night was dark, as a fortress the size of a mountain stood, covering the village closeby with darkness.  The night was going by silently, so that every small sound seemed to me magnified.  The howl of the wolves pieced the night, the footsteps of soldiers miles away could be heard.  The nothingness was suprising, because it was the biggest fortress in the nation.  Up in the hills overlooking the village, a group of people were standing on it.

"Eh, see what I told you, 'Vious, completely silent," said the man on the left.

"Oh, shut up, Olbermuel,"  said Arvious,  "this won't end quietly, as you well know.  The local soldiers are probably patroling the area, to make sure intruders don't get in.  Intruders like us."

"In that case, lets get a move on,"  Cerel said.

They moved quietly though the hill until they came to the side of the fortress,  where there were only two quards, both facing the opposite direction.

"Alright," Arvious whispered, "we have two options, sneak past the guards or snipe them down, swordfighting or magic isn't an option here."

"Hand me those arrows,"  Kolbert said.

Arvious grabs the bow and arrows and handed them to Kolbert.  Kolbert brings the bow up, and puts two arrows in.

"Tell me your not actually g-"   Olbermuel started.

Kolbert fires the arrows, and both hit each guard in the head, causing them both to fall over the wall outside the fortress.

"What?"  Kolbert asked, seeing the dumbstruck faces on everyone but Arvious, who began to speak.

"Come on, lets get a move one. Olbermuel hand me that grapple, Cerel, crossbow."

Arvious throws the grapple over the wall, and they all climb over, landing safely on the wall.  Arvious pulls a peice of parchment out of his bag, and glances at it.

"Alright, there's a stairway closeby, after that, we head up through the east corridor of the fortress, and go up two floors.  Search every crate, chest or whatever else in there, until you find the map"  Arvious and the rest of them began to walk...

***

"Keep searching!"

Arvious was in a panic.  They had been searching the room for hours.  Daylight would soon come, and the troops would kill them onsight.  Arvious was looking through an old chest when he noticed a picture on the wall.

"Guys, over here."

Arvious looked at the painting and for the first time realized it was part of the wall.  Arvious, excited, reached at the side of the painting, pulled it back, and to his dismay, saw nothing there but an dead rat and small bits of parchment.

"Alright, lets move, if we're quick we should be able to make it out of here.  Guys?  Guys!?!"

Arvious tured around to see a dark warlord, whose black hair and robes blended in with the dark, leaving his face to see.  His dark red eyes pierced the night,  the marble white skin shining in the moonlight.

And then everything went silent.

***

A man wakes up head first in a dumpster, covered in trash.

"Where am I, or more importantly, who am I?"

The man notices a bottle of beer in the dumpster.

"Hey, cheers for beers."

He grabs it, drinks it all, and throws in back in.

"Dunno why anyone would waste a good beer."

He stumbles into the tavern, clearly drunk, and walks up to the bar.

"Hey, you there, get me a beer."

[[Order:  Beer.]]

*peace notices that his time for drinking was now over and had to head home*

"ill see you guys later but first i must return to lead an army, thanks for the drinks septim"

*peace attemps to open the door; because of the wind he struggels to even get the door but an inch from the frame. Finly after a few secounds trying he is able to push the door open halfway; but, the door is taken by the wind and peace with it, the door slames into the side of the taven. with this a hurricane like wind flows throw the taven blowing over stools and fliping tables.*

"sorry septim!!"

*now tierd and fed up peace grabs the door from the other side pushes it enouth to create a big enouth gap for him to get his rope around the door handel*

"margo!" *peace wistles*

*a head appears from around the corner, maro come storming up and turns around, peace attaches the rope to the saddle and climes on.  margo takes of and flys directly over the top of the tavern closing the door peace then drops the rope and flys home*

*Septim throws several empty bottles at Arvious, smacking him several times in the face.

*Septim places several empty bottles on the counter in front of Arvious.

"The guy keeps asking for bottles, I have no freakin' clue why..."

*Septim places a bottle of beer on the counter.

"Finally...something normal..."

The man takes a large swig from the beer, and pounds the bottle onto the counter.  He then looks around at the drunken patrons fast asleep.

"Oh, well, you guys are fun."

He turns back to his bottle, half empty, and takes another swig.

 "I'm not asleep, merely in a drunken stupour at which point the alcohol level in my blood becomes so intense that I actually become more intelligent, but slightly unresponsive, consume a Septim shot, you'll comprehend thoroughly." *head falls back on counter*

*Opportunity sits in the corner doing homework...

*looks at the vodka* you know im Polish T_T

"Just drink down ol' Stalin and be done with him." ^_^

"If you'd like food, go to Septim's Exotic Eats, this is a tavern. Though I do have these peanuts, they're over a hundred years old though..."

*Septim walks up to Opportunity.

"I will not make that pencil..."

*Septim slams Opportunity's head into the pencil, making it go up into his head.

"...disappear!"

*Septim drops the paper into a paper shredder and begins polishing a glass.

[[OOC: I wonder how many will shout out what that's from! :-P ]]

*Septim hands Onex the bag of century old peanuts.

[[The Dark Knight....der]]

I would like anything!

[[ANYTHING!!!!!]]

*Walks over to the stranger*

"The barkeep....is....SEPTIM!"

*Thunder and lightning clash outside and a horse whinnies*

"I was using a goose feather pen you retard"

*Opportunity laughs to himself as he cannot imagine what a pencil is, as the did not exist in the times of VU

The man was sitting down, watching the antics of the tavern, taking a swig of beer every once and a while.  He was amused at the fact that the barkeeper shredded the parchment that the man in the corner wrote on.  For some reason, it all seemed familiar to him, but then he stopped thinking that, for he didn't know any of these people here.

But...

For some reason the patrons seemed so familiar, now that he began to watch them.  He just couldn't remember.

But he put these thoughts to the back of his head, and turned to the barkeep.

"Drinks for all, and all must drink them.  Including that guy in the corner sobbing over that quill."

[[Order:  Drinks for all, whether they want them or not.]]

*Opportunity sits down to work on his essay again, realizes that it is gone and pulls another sheet of paper from his back pocket.

"Good thing I keep a spare!"

.....
*Punches Septim and Opportunity*