*Septim pours Charley a whiskey and slides it to him.

*takes a puff* man has it gotten rowdy. O_o *just to find out he has run out on tobacco because the burning peices burned him while not paying attention to what he was doing. ****! *******! son of a %^&%#&$&*^! A@#! (#@%!!! pardon my french............... ^_^'''' anyone spare some tobacco? also note. drinking and smoking isnt the best combination......at the same time........

*Walks in the tavern right as Kalkan is talking*

"Good thing there is an Academy with a grammar class....."

*Walks back over to the bar and prepares to order a drink, and then remember Septim is going to be away for five days.  He looks around for a moment and then jumps behind the bar.*

"Im only temporary."

*Septim takes Scientist's bat and begins beating Charley over the head with it.

"Not...until...I...leave!!!"

*Jumps to the other side of the bar*

"AHH! You are back already!? Dangit"

no! im really serious about the bible and what not. so if your going to do something like that i want no part of it Lord Verll. im a good roman catholic. so please i kindly ask you not to do anything like that or i wont roleplay much or at all. I really dont care about other peoples religion but please keep it to yourself or others. im serious but i like the fact we can all hang out. *smokes vigorously* also anyone have some tobacco? preferably cherry or peach flavored?

 *looks around* "this is not why I come to the tavern, Septim! get me a weird drink!" *points at kalkan, then at Verll* "you and you, fight to the death! This is a bar dammit not a political debate team!"

*Kalkan was unfortunate to not see Charley place a number of banana peels at the door...his overconfidence could be regretted....*

"Muahahahah"

*As Kalkan says "Sayonara" he is suddenly hit in the head with a flamingo on a stick. The culprit remains unknown as Septim pours Onex his drink.

*gets up* the flamingo stick didnt do any damage as he found out* you know that normal and odd weapons wont kill a 5000 year old assassin/wizard/strategist. *hits the ground with his sword* *Poof!* not to be seen again for the next few days*
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no seriously im not going to be back for a day or two. so have fun. *gives everyone in the tavern a magic rune of defence my teleportation with a note saying: youll need this for your next bar fight. hope i didnt cause too much trouble. Also noone spared some tobacco =(*

Revenge walks behind bar

" Ill hold this place till Septim returns "

" So what will it beh ? "

*Waits for his ale*

"Ummm....sir?" 

*Pokes the unconscious body of Revenge....then decides to throw it out the door, due to the stench coming from it*

Mr. Arvious VI Report 8/10/2008 8:26:12 PM

Arvious VI's To Do List: Write Scientist the battle story. Check to see if he was killed yet on ZeTamania. Start an awesome RP on the forums. Ask for RP help again. Check if death occured again.

1. DO IT
2. Who knows?
3. Make sure you show some others first before posting it....they can give important feedback and keep your possible RP from flopping...and contact Septim as he is the forum RP teacher =p
4. Ask a teacher
5. Possibly

Get me some whiskey bartender.

hope you enjoy this people.
*gets the energy to play a guitar* *starts playing an Irish classic
[[There's whiskey in the jar]]
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here are the lyrics*

"Right away sirs"

*Pours a whiskey for Pieguy and a Septim Shot for Kalkan.*

"There you go sirs, enjoy!"

never mind. LETS GET THIS BAR STARTED, NEW SONG!!!!!!! *find some people to play instruments* Drakos has the drums* Charley has the Fiddle* Onex gets the pipe* cmon we will play

The Rare Old Mountain Dew!
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Let grasses grow and waters flow

In a free and easy way

But give me enough of the rare old stuff

That's made near Galway Bay

And policemen all from Donegal,

Sligo and Leitrim too

We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip

Of the real old mountain dew.

There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill

Where the smoke curls up to the sky

By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell

That there's poteen boys close by.

For it fills the air with a perfume rare

And betwixt both me and you

As home we roll, we can drink a bowl

Or a bucketful of mountain dew.

Now learned men as use the pen

Have writ' the praises high

Of the rare poteen from Ireland green

Distilled from wheat and rye

Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills

Be ye pagan, Christian, or Jew

So take off your coat and grease your throat

With a bucket of the mountain dew.

"Yes it is," says Septim as he walks through the front door. He then picks up Charley in a cartoony sort of way and drops him on a barstool.

"Thanks, here's your pay," says Septim as he hands Charley a kitty mask.

*Septim then jumps behind the bar and readies himself for bartending.

 "I'll have a kool-aid." *onex realizes what he just said and sets down the pipe* "I think that's enough of that for today," *turns to septim*, "do you have anything with caffeine and alcohol?"

 *punches Kalkan in the face* "for a 5000 year old man you sure are retarded, now you've told everyone how to kill you, Septim you've got a soul-catcher right?"

"Yep..."

*Septim makes Kalkan sign a waiver before giving him his drinks. He then gives Charley his ale.

"Alrighty then, caffeine and alcohol? Well, we've got the Whifee, that work?"

"....you still die from the Septim Shot...no one is immune....hey wait a minute...I need a drink named after me in may a few months after ive been here awhile...everyone else got one." =p

"I'll take one of the Septim Shots....but only the owner I think should be able to make a drink"

*Looks at the drink for a moment and then gulps it down.  Charley then turns it over on the table and seems completely fine*

Charley slaps Kalkan

"No touching meh!"

Goes to the corner and falls asleep until the next day