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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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"Okay that is getting annoying" | ||||
*Septim is knocked out and a crew of Septim clones come in. One stays behind. "Sorry for the malfunction..." mutters the replacement. | ||||
"Get me a Tasidian Draught before I leave tonight. Been a long and hard day." | ||||
*Septim pours Cedric a Tasidian Draught. "Meh, was hard for the old clone stationed here too...spiders...vampire boycotts...talking in ebonics..." | ||||
'My army of scientists is working on the Clone Program but it'll be quite a while till they're finished, a Tasidian Drought in the meantime (what does a Tasidian Drought do?).' | ||||
[[OOC: the Draught is supposed to be a strong ale with a smooth taste. Unfortunately it appears to be much stronger than I originally anticipated.]] | ||||
*Septim pours Himanil a Tasidian Draught and beings dancing. | ||||
*looks at the Tasidian Draught | ||||
"Ah, a Troll,how do you guys like to kill people, I forgot and Ilike to know how different races kill other races."
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"Demonsul, that IS the drink that makes you all stupid and stuff." | ||||
"Can I have a look at your hell swords?" | ||||
*leans towards Cedric | ||||
"I don't think orcs can touch them. They were forged in a secret place that elves protect. They are completely pure and anyone with any speck of evil in their bodies will be burnt by them as if by molten metal. I will let you see them though." *He sheathes the sword and draws out Terran. The blade is emerald green and smells like a grassy field with mixed smells of flowers.* | ||||
*Slaps Septim* | ||||
"For once I have to agree with that guy...I need confirmation on whether my actions were okay." | ||||
"Hell-Sword-Stolen-From-Cedric-Wielding Orc - that has a certain ring to it." | ||||
"He cannot steal it though...if he somehow manages to get past the fact that it would burn his hands off...he cannot use either of them anyways..." | ||||
[[OOC: I am sorry, but the thread housing Prominence 2 seems to be glitching on me. I can't post in it, havn't been able to for two days. I've been waiting to see if it was just my computer. But I'm not on mine right now. When I try to click on the white box to post, it doesn't let me type! Every other thread is okay, so I'll give you guys two options. We can either make a new thread and continue in it or We can stop Prominence 2... It's all up to you...]]
"Well, my clone stationed in Cedric's universe has a new blade. Don't know much about it, he should be in shortly for show-and-tell..." *Pelagius Septim walks in, AKA P-Septim A3-D5. "Greetings, I am Pelagius Septim. I too went on a journey with Cedric and forged a blade from the pieces of Flarion and the ancient sword Quicksilver. I called it Firengard..." says Pelagius. *Septim doesn't say anything due to the fact that Cedric's stories and Septim's history are two different universes entirely, he also tries to remain unnoticed, as Pelagius doesn't know he's a clone... "...It has the power to cut through steel like butter. It is as light as a stick as well. When unsheathed, a fiery aura comes forth from it and burns whatever comes within two inches of the blade. Firengard also seems...somewhat sentient. When I hold it, it speaks to me in a strange voice that seems like the voice of Validus combined with that of my brother and sister...it is a...curious sword. When I hold it, I am given the knowledge of every Septim that has ever held the blade. Now, the barkeep there told me to come and show my sword to you people..." says Pelagius. "You people...YOU people!?" says Count Vracula. "This is a strange bar you have here, my friend...why are you hiding in the shadows?" says Pelagius. "I'm not hiding..." says Septim, trying to make his voice sound different. "Hmph...okay then..." says Pelagius, "I'll be going now, between the vampires, that giant spider, the troll, the orc, and whatever else lurks in the shadows..." *Pelagius leaves, and Septim steps out from the shadows. "Yeah...his Firengard is just like the ones that most Septim clones are given...alive, talks to you...it even asked to borrow my lawnmower, I have no idea what the hell a lawnmower is and why he'd need anything...he is a sword afterall..." | ||||
[[OOC: I am sorry, but the thread housing Prominence 2 seems to be glitching on me. I can't post in it, havn't been able to for two days. I've been waiting to see if it was just my computer. But I'm not on mine right now. When I try to click on the white box to post, it doesn't let me type! Every other thread is okay, so I'll give you guys two options. We can either make a new thread and continue in it or We can stop Prominence 2... It's all up to you...]] [[I encountered that error. Its becuase of my crappy glitched post. Just write your replies on a different page of the thread, until we go onto the next page...]] | ||||
"That was an awkward conversation...where is the Cedric from your universe?" | ||||
[ Septim try to post in Prominence at page 3, if not make another thread.] | ||||
[ Septim try to post in Prominence at page 3, if not make another thread.] | ||||
[I JUST TOLD HIM THAT, you don't need to repeat what I said twice!] | ||||
*Backs off a few steps* | ||||
"I can see where this is going..." | ||||
[[OOC: Posted, the future of the continent is up to Delran. XD. Thanks, any idea what caused that weird post? o_O]] *Septim slaps both Demonsul and Delran. | ||||
[[Probably accidentally pressing Back, then Forward, then Post.]] | ||||
"I know, I wanted in on it...or is this a private brawl?" | ||||
"Uhhh...not any more, I guess..." | ||||
"Heh...we had some brawls in the past...you all just forget them so quickly!" *Sips at his drink* | ||||
*Septim slaps Demonsul around a bit with a large trout, then slaps Delran around a bit with an Imperial Star Destroyer. | ||||
*sees Septim wielding the huge spaceship, destroying most of the tavern | ||||
*Septim throws the spaceship back into space, then rebuilds the tavern in a nanosecond before anybody can notice. "What? I don't know what you're talking about..." | ||||
"On second thought, neither do I?" | ||||
*Draws his hunting dagger and defends himself.* | ||||
"Good point, but since I just got one of those cross-thread impulses involving your country declaring war on mine, I will just have to fight you both." | ||||
"This is getting nowhere." | ||||
"Hmm...godly magic...godly sounds so much like godmod...and I don't want those commandos in here again..." | ||||
"That is enough!" | ||||
"Someone's too *insert insulting word here* to fight..." | ||||
*Cedric laughs at Demonsul scaring Delran away* | ||||
*Reenters the tavern.* | ||||
*Demonsul's blade bursts into black flame. he twists from his attack on Septim and brings his sword up to deflect Delran's rage-filled blow. From there he tries to slash at Delran's sword arm. | ||||
*Cedric unsheathes Undar from his side, the sapphire light glows as it is revealed.* | ||||
*to Cedric "Are you fighting with me, or is this a free-for all?" | ||||
"I may fight Septim. My sword should have an advantage over his Firengard. Would be an interesting match!" | ||||
*Tries to cut through Demonsul.* | ||||
*since Delran took an offensive instead of blocking Demonsul's attack, Demonsul scores a small slash down Delran's left arm. Demonsul then uses a wave of Black Fire to deflect Delran's blade, and then the wave heads towards his chest... | ||||
*Slashes at Septim* [[OOC: Post 6k? O_o umm....no comment *runs*]] | ||||
[[Cedric, you just got post 6k...]] | ||||
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