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"I may not be here for the next few days.  I am going on a great quest into the underworld to forge a great sword.  It will be dangerous and I may die.  If I succeed, I will have a sword that I can finally call my own.  Purilas and Tersus are great swords, but they have no element bound into their metal.  I plan on infusing elemental power into them and create a sword that will be on the same level as Firengard....hopefully."

*Cedric stands up and pulls his cloak around himself.  He walks to the door and waves farewell.  He closes the door after he walks out*

*Cedric opens the door slightly*

"There is a special place I am going that only the elves under High Lord Renvas Palentir go.  It is the only place where I will go to bind elemental power to the swords.  You also do not know what kind of sword I wish to have.  I shall reveal it when I return."

*Leaves once again*

*Septim fills the orders and looks at where Archer Orc went.

"Hmmm...candles burnt out..."

*notices the entire tavern is pitch black*

"Hmmm...candles have been burnt out for a year now..."

*Septim replaces the burnt out candles and sees light for the first time in a year.

"Ouch...sorta burns..."

*See's one of the generic random tavern people melt*

"Septim did you know you have been serving vampires?"

"You know...being a vampire isn't exactly fun, and we only burn in sunlight, not candlelight..." says Count Vracula.

*Count Vracula looks at Delran, and notices him preparing stakes and silver arrows.

"We aren't all bloodthirsty monsters...we're just trying to live our lives. Bigot..." mutters Vracula.

*A Civil Rights Vampire walks in and begins a boycott on Ye Olde Taverne.

"Hey! I treat you all just like the next guy, it was Delran..." says Septim.

*The Vampires turn and look at Delran.

"Bigot! Bigot! Bigot! Bigot!" yells the vampires in unison.

"Hey, I am not a biggot, you know. We are all from the same country! These are just necessary precautions if anyone of you get's hungry."

*looks up to steve*

"Hi steve,what do you think about the :Is Delran a vampire bigot debate?

"we had to stop them little buggers getting free science somehow,one of them caused a huge riot to over some fancy ring."

*Septim poured Deallus a Tasidian Draught.

"You vampires want anything?" asks Septim.

"An ale for each of us, Bob's feeling risky, so fifteen ales and a Septim Shot," says the vampires.

*Septim pours the vampires fifteen ales and a Septim Shot, and begins cleaning a glass.

"Have fun calling anybody with a wooden phone..." mutters Steve.

*When Archer Orc calls animal control and tells them that they need to pick up a giant spider, they say "Screw that" and immediately hang up...*

*Elvish phone explodes blowing Orc across the tavern*

"Ah,that went as well as the plan to besiege the Elvish city of bigwalls."

* A large troll ducks under the doorway, enters the tavern takes a quick look around and sees a rowdy bunch. The large troll with a very large scar over his right eye takes his seat at the tavern for his first time.

"Bartender, can I get a Lucky Driver please?"

"Hello there newcomer.  Have a name so we can get to know you? I am Lord Cedric Deallus of Tasidian.  The bartender is Septim"

*Septim makes Death Proof an alcohol-free Lucky Driver, then leans against the wall.

"Eh, I've had worse...don't get many trolls in here. And I've never had one that can speak clearly..."

"ah yes you caught that did you? My family was killed when i was very young, leaving me to fend for myself. I ran into a band of humans who took me in as one of their own. I learned many things from my human family. One being my ability to speak"

*Takes the Lucky Driver and swallows the drink in one large gulp. Slams the cup down so hard it breaks

"Sorry about that, Septim. Don't know my own strength sometimes"

*Rolls his eyes, and laughs hardily to himself

"I think I am going to fit in here nicely. Septim, can i get another Lucky Driver? By the way to you have anything good to eat, I haven't eaten in days"

*Laughs again, this time loud enough to shake the room

"Another one of your clones?"

'I can see some anti cloning activists in the distance there, run if you value your flesh cloners.'

"Cedric, back so soon? What about that sword?"

*wonders if he needs a clone of himself....

"Trolls are toughter to kill, hurt, and beat in general. An intelligent troll wo-"

*Septim gets smacked in the head by a crazy guy.

"Would be near impossible ta kill...and git dat Seloc's ass back ova' heeah!!!"

"No, I'm aight, thank ya...what 'chew trippin foo?"

"I ain't nahh orc! What da hell iz ya jivin' about!? Ya'll is mad stupid!"