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"Wow! That is if I drink them one after the other?"
*Drinks it.*
"Darn! That was bloody good!"

'Don't ask' says Himanil his face turning red as he tried not to laugh.

Charley looks around and sees Shoon shooting randomly around the room.  He quickly runs and tackles him to the floor before forcing a Septim Shot down his throat.
"The man has lost it! My clones left hour ago.  He must be sobering up!"

Charley recoils and looks to see who punches him.  He sees Demonsul and roared with rage.  He picked up a random patron and hit Demonsul over the head with him.

*Samual walks down the road towards the tavern and enters it all wet and muddy with cuts and brusis*

"long time no see guys"

*Samual orders a strong vodka to mark the occasion*

Another Charley clone rushes in and thrusts his sword through Demonsul's stomach and then kicks him to the floor.
"Oh cut that out...you don't know how expensive clones are!"

*Climbs up, running a hand through the hole in his stomach. He winces

"Ahh come on, the price will be nothing compared to how much this hurts."

*muttering a foreign spell, his wound partially closes. Blood is still seeping out though

"And now it's going to hurt all week. Well done."

*wincing again, he sits down at the bar

"Septim, get me something to take the pain away..."

[[Order: Something to take the pain away]]

"Hang on..."

*turns to Charley clone

"Sorry, you must feel left out..."

*blows a hole in the clone's chest with a black fireball

*pulls the arrow out of his arm

"I'm the one suffering here!"

*reaches up, finds the arrows shaft protruding from his forehead

"*another foreign curse*...now THAT is not good...*foreign spell*"

*Demonsul vanishes in a pulse of black energy

*Shoon suddenly goes berserk from charley tackling him*

"BLLLLLLLLLARRRRRGHHHH!!!"

*Shoon then picks up tables and throws them at  any charley clones that walk inside*

"GAAAAH!!!"

*Shoon then jumps on a charley clone and takes an egg out of his pocket and puts it on his head;then three seconds later a dragon hatches and starts clawing the clone*

*He then continues putting eggs on their heads until all the clones are being attacked by dragons*

The door of the tavern burst open again.  Another Charley Deallus clone stood in the doorway.  Suddenly he seemed to disappear for a moment, all of the dragons were beheaded instantly.  Shoon was then impaled with a sword and stuck to the wall of the tavern.  The clone approached him and shoved the sword deeper and deeper until it in his chest up to the hilt.
"That sword is enchanted by elves..."

He then took a strange object from his pocket and placed it against Shoon's forehead.  It absorbed into his skull quickly and then disappeared completely.  Minutes later it reappeared, a bright green color, and Charley took it in his hand.
"Now the evil within your mind has been removed.  You are cleansed and at peace."

He pulled the sword from Shoon's body and then walked over to the bar.
"A Septim Shot kind sir...and a free drink for Shoon...for all of his troubles."

Several Charley clones entered the tavern and cleaned up the corpses.  Then all of the clones left the building, with only one remaining at the bar. 

"I didn't want to kill the guy...killing the patrons is not what I work to do here.  I work to attract people but I will protect myself when necessary.  Also, I am sure all of my efforts would have been magically counteracted despite my cheating skills"

*Sips at his Septim Shot*

'A Septim Shot if i may,' says Himanil as he emerges from the protective spell that was around him.

'Ah.. refreshing,' exclaims Himanil as he smacks his lips and then starts drumming impatiently on the table with his fingers.

*Septim serves Demonsul a Septim Shot, then smiles.

"Welcome back, how was wherever the hell you went!"

SLAM!! The taverne Door Slam opens..

The Stranger swiftly moves in the Taverne.

THEN  STARES AT THE BAR TENDER WITH BOTH HIS FREAKY LARGE EYES. O.O

"One of the finest ales you got pls ?"

[[Orders:Finest ale you got]]

Charley crawls up from the ground and wipes some blood away from his mouth.
"Hehe...I guess I did deserve that...but you did keep frying clones."

*Samual really starts to get angrey at demonsul and charleys pathetic fighting*

"F*****g stop this please"

*Charley starts getting annoyed at Samual because he probably doesn't even know what a fight would look like even if it hit him in the face.*
"Goddamnit Shoon...take a break and have a drink.  I am sleepy"

Arvious jumps into the tavern, and pulls a sword much like the ones used in duelling.

"Have at you, foul beasts!"

Arvious swings the sword at a random patron, stabbing the man in the chest.

"Oh... I'm not in the pit of inactivity?  Sorry about that wound.  Here, have this drink..."

Arvious hands the man a bottle of poison, and the patron dies in a few seconds.

"Oh dear, I am afraid this man had too much to drink."

Arvious sits at a barstool and looks the bartender in the eye.

"Grrr....... one beer please!"

[[Order: Beer]]

*Waves his hand and the gun explodes in a ball of fire.*

"Cut it out with that thing...I am trying to enjoy a drink here..."

*Wonders when his clones started carrying otter-skin pouches full of gold coins, and realizes he stole it off of another patrol.  He then tastes some of the cake and puts a piece on a plate in front of himself.*

"Well that was a relief...Septim! Some ale to go with this cake!"

*Septim pours Charley a nice ale.

*Charley looks at Shoon oddly and sips on his ale.  He also casually puts up a protective shield against anything Shoon tries because he is tired today.*

"You do know that the cake-a-pault disintigrated after it fired....right?"

[[Order: Reading ftw...and another ale]]

   *a disgruntled man is pulled back into the tavern by one of Charleys' clones* "Hands off me damn you!"  *The Charley clone just points at the cake covered, bleeding Mr.Electric*  "Oh, I see...."
    *walking back over to the remnants of the cake-a-pult, he stuffs some of the luminescent powder into a bag.
      Strolling over to Mr.Electric, he throws the powder over him and mutters a curse, the air rushes in around Mr. Electric briefly, becoming very hot, an then very cold. Smiling, he turns to the Charley clone and speaks*  "That should keep him from using magic for a week or so." 
   *The man snaps his fingers, and Mr.Electrics' figure begins to warp and fade slightly, his skin color changeds to a violent purple, and then disappears altogether with a loud crack*
    "Hmm, I'm afraid the powder did not go well with that spell, once he works his way out of that swamp, you may want to have him see a Thaumologist, as he's well erm... slightly,  tinted..." 
    *The air around the man turns suddenly cold and stops moving, then he disappears*