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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||||
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An enraged Himanil jumps onto the table, takes out his dictionary casts an impenetrable protective spell about him and yells, 'Just remember you asked for it, the last thing you want to do is to insult an aspiring literature historian', then Himanil starts uttering one curse over the other right from the time of the Neandethrals to curses used by the modern day punk till samual falls to his knees begging for mercy. | ||||||
*Charley walks over to Samual and Himanil and smacks their skulls together.* *Charley walks back over to the bar and wonders where the hell Septim is.* | ||||||
All right then, but when did i provoke him or anyone. | ||||||
*Yawned and wondered once again, where the hell Septim was.* | ||||||
[OOC: Bad attempt to start a fight? I was trying to explain that the drink was highly volatile fool!] | ||||||
Avoids the fireball as he bends his head to pick up his fallen pen. 'Hey i remember that there was a drink called coffee once, so i'll have that.' Wonders as he looks behind on seeing a gaping hole in the wall as to what happened. | ||||||
*Gives Himanil his drink and wonders where the hell Septim is still...* | ||||||
Drinks it and spits it out sputtering, 'What the hell was that?' | ||||||
*Looks at Himanil curiously* "Guess adding spikes wasn't a good idea...sorry" *Pours another drink for Himanil* | ||||||
*Kevdwayne wakes up (finally) and rubs his eyes* | ||||||
"Ernie? My father has been dead awhile...you must have been in some deep sleep." *Pours Kevdwayne a complimentary ale* | ||||||
'That's better' says Himanil, taking a sip after he let go of the man whom he'd made to drink the coffee forcibly first. He had just recovered from a shock after being ECTed. | ||||||
*Septim kills Charley and fills all the orders. [[OOC: Use this! [[Order: Ale]] if you want a drink!!!]] | ||||||
"Hello, Septim! Where were you?" | ||||||
*Another Charley clone comes in the door.* "Urf...I thought he was with his father and would be back tuesday, but he sure didn't..." | ||||||
"Sorry...jeeze..." | ||||||
Yo, Septim, some wiskey, will ya? | ||||||
*Another clone comes in* "Keep your evil magic out of here! That is not from our time!" | ||||||
*Septim grabs the magical mystical weapon of doom that Delran used and puts it into a magical mystical secret place of doom. "There..." *Septim slaps Delran and pours him some whiskey. | ||||||
*Drinks the wiskey.* | ||||||
"I decided not to go for clones. Instead, I vouched for eternal life and cellular regeneration." | ||||||
*Sips at his drink and blocks Delran's poor attack, being a master swordsman* "I decided on clones in one of the last sp@m wars...I had armies of clones and my real body is hidden in a far away land in another dimension. It works for my purposes since all of the clones are equal to my original in skill. I have yet to make a design that surpasses my original body." | ||||||
"I also use clones, been using them since before Charley even heard of this land, how else could I be in every forum at once?" said Septim with a smile, "My mark-III clones are like me in every way, 'cept they can't use sp@mgod powers, my mark-IV clones are super soldiers, my mark-V clones are identical to me in every way, they can even use the powers of the sp@mgod..." | ||||||
* Revenge sets fire to this *beep*ing ancient tavern * Piss off! | ||||||
Calls a fire truck, which douses the fire, 'I need a brandy first you know,' says Himanil indignantly. | ||||||
*Charley goes over and slaps Revenge in the face* | ||||||
"Yeah, Corned Beef is for little sissy girls!" | ||||||
*Demonsul falls over for reasons unknown. | ||||||
I demand my drink! | ||||||
*Shoon wakes up many days later only to find himself dehydrated almost to death* "Agh..I need something to drink!" *Shoon then starts seeing holusinations and starts ramming everyone out of their seats to get their drinks* | ||||||
*Gives Stirlin his drink and pays for it* | ||||||
*walks in* | ||||||
*Thakes Shoon out of the tavern. From out side some noises can be heared.(Bum, Ouch, No, Knock). Enters back in the tavern.* | ||||||
*Glances over at Ms. Kiera oddly* | ||||||
Looks around stupefied, 'It's the first time that i haven't got my drink on time,' says Himanil slowly. 'Someones gonna pay for this,' Himanil yells before he rushes out. From out side noises can bee heard (Bum, Ouch, Crash. NO, Bam, Bang, Bang, Bang, AAAHHHH). | ||||||
*Septim pours the new people their drinks, then the old people their drinks, then Slasher his agreed upon drink. "Been a while since we've had a female in here..." says Septim to Kiera. | ||||||
Charley kicks in the door of the tavern and storms in. A random patron comes near him and has his hair completely cut off with a single slash of his sword. He comes over to the bar and slams his fist down on it. | ||||||
"You'll need to sign this waiver..." says Septim with a smile as he hands a waiver to Charley. | ||||||
Charley signs the waiver quickly and throws it back at Septim. | ||||||
*Septim pours a Drunk's Demise, then waits for Charley to die... | ||||||
Charley grabs the drink and pours it down his throat quickly. He chokes on it for a few minutes. | ||||||
*Septim watches as Charley's last words come from his mouth before he falls to the ground dead. As he awaits another clone he pours another Drunk's Demise. [[OOC: Sorry, no surviving the Drunk's Demise! :D]] | ||||||
A line of clones continue coming in, having a Drunk's Demise, and then keel over dead. After several dozen die, several more clones come in and carry off the bodies. A single clone comes in and sits down. | ||||||
*Septim pours Charley a Septim Shot, then smiles. "Finally, a smart one!" | ||||||
Charley takes the Septim Shot and drinks it down quickly. He then puts rests his head on his hand and waits around. | ||||||
What's the lightest thing you have around here? I think that someone need to slap some people. | ||||||
*sits up, then stands up | ||||||
*Kev looks around while sipping his ale, taking the activity in* 'You know, a guy could really get used to a place like this. Another ale over here please!' | ||||||
*Septim pours Kevdwayne an ale, Demonsul a Septim Shot, and Himanil a water. | ||||||
"Septim, give me the strongest drink you have! Not Drunk's Demise, of course! I value my life, and I hate making clones." | ||||||
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