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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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"...so you control all dragons...?" | ||||
*Septim runs up and sucks Delran's blood Dracula style. "Now I control all Dragons too! RAWR!" | ||||
*Delran watches Septim burst into flames.* | ||||
"So...you drank the blood of the eldest dragons with their permission? Sounds like they had been drinking too much if you ask me." | ||||
"A barrel of Septim Shots should have done it..." | ||||
"It is a good thing Septim and I are gods...or I would worry about dying or being hurt..." | ||||
"God or mortal, dragon blood can kill you!" | ||||
"That's what it's called? I call it moonshine..." | ||||
'I have returned,' says a eccentric voice resounding throughout the tavern, looks around at everyone squabbling in the bar, 'Hey cmon now, you'd be expecting more of a welcome if you returned after 200+ posts.' 'And i won't be having another slap, Septim shot please.' | ||||
*Septim pours Himanil V a shot. | ||||
*Drinks his shot while looking around the tavern* | ||||
"Dragon blood is for healing...everyone knows that. It has magical medicinal properties. Who ever heard of dragon blood killing? It cannot kill me so don't bother trying..." | ||||
"Many things are said about dragon blood. I tell you what I know. You could read the 3 book about warcraft. There may be more, I don't know.... but in one of them it tell about some properties of dragon blood." | ||||
"I do know one blood that kills though..." *Septim pulls out a vial of alien xenomorph blood. "Booyah! Don't ask why the vial isn't melting..." | ||||
"The glass is enchanted!" | ||||
"I don't like and never have read/played any of them. I have read many things, but dragon blood has never been dangerous. Saying it can kill the divine is also kind of overpowering I would think." | ||||
"Well this will be one of it's properties in my book!" | ||||
*Septim takes Delran's dragon blood and pours it on Zeta. Nothing happens. "Hmmmm...LIAR!" | ||||
"Hey, not fair!" | ||||
"My belief is that dragons are ancient and intelligent creatures of incredible strength. They have amazing physical and magical strength that is naturally in their bodies. Dragon scale armor is wanted by many of the greatest warriors of the world because it is light weight and also stronger than any metal. They are also searched for because of their almost unlimited knowledge of the world, being created near the beginning. Having a single person controlling them is like saying I control the world and you all cannot hurt me. Something so powerful controlled by one person seems like it is very abusable in any medieval RP that your character is used in." | ||||
"Hey, I didn't godmodded and my character is half elf half human. Also he was blessed by the god of light and empowered by the god of darkness." | ||||
[[Passive godmoding - It is also used to describe the act of creating or playing with an invincible character or using "perfect" equipment (such as unbreakable armour), or possessing limitless power, etc.]] | ||||
"They are not quite unlimited! And it seems that here we are all invincible. And the character is not perfect." | ||||
*Septim pours Charley a long island iced tea. | ||||
[[I am not really invincible. Charley Deallus I dies of old age, Charley II is killed by orcs, Ernest is assassinated, Charley III is killed by a curse. I only goof around with the whole cloning thing in here. You notice that they are killed randomly all the time. The god title is merely for fun on the forums. My characters are merely all noble, but if you read Steel, Blood, and Tears you will see that my people are very human indeed.]] *Takes the drink and drains it* | ||||
"Well I am half human half elf - immortal, but I can be killed. Septim, one shot!" | ||||
"I am half elven since my father, Thomas, married an elf. The rest of my family is pure blooded human though. I did not get many elven characteristics like my brother Jonathan. He is not as adventurous as I am though." | ||||
*Septim pours Delran a shot. "Well...I've got sp@m runnin' through my veins!" | ||||
*Drinks the shot.* | ||||
"Finally...Septim I thought you were the dragon lord person? You always had the nicknames that made me think so." | ||||
'Anyone wana personal pet dragon?' | ||||
"I do have Dragonblood running through my veins, the God of Time's, Akatosh, to be precise. But that doesn't mean I control him or time..." mutters Septim. | ||||
*wakes up | ||||
*While stumbling around drunkly* "Oh yeah? well i have daedric blood of Mehrunes Dagon! *Hick*" | ||||
*stabs Bow Master, then examines bloodied blade | ||||
*gets up* "Yes I have been drinking too much there is no way i could have mehrunes blood he has a axe for crying out loud" ".....I think i have Hircines blood though the deadra of the hunt......" *Sees a rat and shoots it in the head then picks it up and drops it in front of septim* "Oi! Mister I have the blood of Akatosh get this place more hygenic or I will call the health inspector." | ||||
*sighs | ||||
"I forget...I was cranky yesterday so it kind of got on my nerved." | ||||
"thats not possible what happened you to being demonsul,eh?" | ||||
"It's an old family name...it was given to my ancient forefather after his ferocity in battle, as in 'he fought like a demon'. At least I think that's it, it might not have been exactly those words..." | ||||
"He probably was thought to have the soul of a demon, but that is just my rambling. Deallus means 'intelligence' in the native tongue of our family." | ||||
"The translation for Septim has been lost for quite a long time...now...what needs cleaning?" *Septim notices several zombie corpses and an empty medieval smg. "Well now..." *Septim also notices several hundred bullet holes in the wall, along with bloodstains. He then goes into the back and finds some guy standing there. "Hey man!" he says. *Septim shoots the zombie slayer with a sp@m cannon, killing him, he then walks outside and notices a zombified Septim clone behind the bar. After cleaning up the blood, replacing the shot boards, disposing of the zombie corpses and the zombie slayer (shipping them to Septim's Exotic Eats), and melting down the medieval SMG, Septim gets behind the bar. "Happy?" | ||||
"I thought Septim means seven? Like it has forever...and Scientist sure is testing my patience...." | ||||
[[OOC: It means seven in latin, and in some of the RPs I do. But all worlds have different meanings for everything...]] "Could be it...might not be...nobody knows..." | ||||
"Oh fine, but my family meaning remains the same. Maybe I should make a family coat of arms...?" | ||||
*laughs | ||||
"Why is that?" | ||||
Well here is my family coat of arms. | ||||
*Septim grabs the beer and begins smashing it violently with a warhammer. "DIE YOU BOTTLED SCUM!!!" *Septim destroys the beer and sits back against the wall. "Bottled...beer...is...an abdomination..." | ||||
"I bet Demonsul's coat of arms will end up being something racist...or something....I do like Bow Master's coat of arms though. I need to make mine." | ||||
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