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Ye Olde Taverne
16:26:08 Dec 22nd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

"Oh, I never introduced myself.  I am Michael Deallus, son of Cedric Deallus.  I will be coming here in his place since he is getting old and is also busy."


16:28:00 Dec 22nd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

*Travis looked at the man.*

"Hello, one Leiondon Lager please."

[[Good job on the Duke. :-D Get on IRC.]]


16:45:27 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Delran Silver:

"A hard it is to be an half elf! I have to watch as everyone around me ages and dies. So sad! I remember some of Septims forefathers and some of yours as well Your Highness. Good men they were! Here's to them!"


17:23:16 Dec 22nd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

"I hope you realize that only being half-elven...you do not live forever."


17:25:03 Dec 22nd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

*Travis waits for his drink.*


17:30:59 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

"Well, I guess we should get to know each other...I'm Demonsul. I'm usually around here if you need me."


17:33:29 Dec 22nd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

*Pours the drink and slides it to Travis*

"There you go..."


17:34:25 Dec 22nd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

[[Demonsul, get on http://visual-utopia.com//irc/irc.asp ]]

"Well, I'm Travis.  Just here because my horse died and I can't find a way out of here..."

*Travis chugs the lager down and throws the glass back.*


17:42:24 Dec 22nd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

*Refills the drink and slides it back*

"Don't overdo it stranger.  I might as well get in some tavern tradition here."

*Slaps Travis over the face*

"Just since you claim being new here and all" ;)


17:46:54 Dec 22nd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

*Travis shruggs and chugs it again, and throws the glass back.*

"Don't refill it."


21:08:15 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Delran Silver:

"What is happening here? Why is everyone so closed to themselves? Let us drink and joy. Some of us have been knighted, others have been raised in rank! Why are you so gloom? You Highness Michael, fill their cups!"


21:11:45 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

"He is right...for once...let us drink to our prosperity! A Septim Shot, if you would!"


21:14:44 Dec 22nd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

"Sir, a round of Leiondon Lagers to everyone!"


21:22:57 Dec 22nd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

*Michael fills the orders for everyone*

"Enjoy yourselves!"


21:26:59 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

*drinks various drinks

"Mmm...Septim Shot..."
"Leiondon Lager...not my favorite, to be honest..."
"Tasisian Draught, I remember this-uh oh..."

*spasms and collapses


21:42:31 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Delran Silver:

*Drinks

"Nice! A Hard Lemon! Demonsul, you should try one!"


21:45:06 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

"Hurgekurgurk..."


21:51:02 Dec 22nd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

*Pokes Demonsul with a stick*

"You gonna be ok Demonsul?"


22:00:16 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

*gets up, apparently fine

"No actually, this has happened before, the Tasidian Draught has strange effects on my nererkergergurnanan..."

*falls over spasms some more


22:01:27 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Delran Silver:

"We should pour some lemon juice down his throat!"


22:07:16 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

*climbs to his feet, appearing heavily drunk

*begins to give a drunken lecture on the economics of small outlying Broniminan settlements

*passes out


22:15:09 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Delran Silver:

*Takes out from his mantle a vial full with a black liquid and pours down Demonsul's throat.*

"That should wake him.....if not.......there is only one choice left.........a nasty one.............."


22:23:53 Dec 22nd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

*Travis orders fifty Leiondon Lagers.*


22:34:02 Dec 22nd 08 - Mr. archer orc the festive:

*Wonders if there are snake worshippers nearby thathe can kill in the name of slasher the mongoose god of hate.*


22:34:59 Dec 22nd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

*Travis kills archer orc the festive.*

"Go die in a ditch if you respawn.*


22:55:03 Dec 22nd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

"Delran there is a rule against kissing men in this tavern.  I am afraid you will have to take it outside if that is your nasty choice."

*Tries to keep a straight face*


23:15:29 Dec 22nd 08 - Sir Delran Silver:

"Nice one Mike! But is not that one! It is pig crap!"


00:09:31 Dec 23rd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

"Nice one?  You agree with the idea of kissing Demonsul!?"

*Travis slowly backs away from Delran.*


01:18:33 Dec 23rd 08 - Sir Delran Silver:

"That is not what I meant.......but.......why not?"

*Draws closer to Travis and laughs at the face he makes.*

"Have no fear! I am not like that! I was saying that is was a nice joke! Can't you see he is trying not to laugh?"

*Gets back at his place and drinks from his glass his Hard Lemon."


11:18:43 Dec 23rd 08 - Mr. Gigant:


*Walks in and takes seat at the bar*

So what is there good to drink here


12:41:32 Dec 23rd 08 - Mr. archer orc the festive:

*Gets back up*

"This is I get for minding my own buisness?,unless...."

*Summons the mongoose guardian golem that smashes taven in the face and knockshim out of a window,then the golem disappears."

"Snake lover....."

*Continues to preach at the altar of slasher*


14:42:59 Dec 23rd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

*gets up

"Blurg...who poured stuff in my mouth? Whas shada killsa!"

*falls flat on face


16:25:05 Dec 23rd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

"Well, the drinks that seem to be popular are the Septim Shots and the Deallus Draughts.  The Septim Shot is highly concentrated alcohol, while the Deallus Draught is a very delicious and smooth tasting drink.  You could also have the Drunk's Demise which kills you instantly...designed to intoxicate Zeta himself."

*Fills any drinks that need filled*


16:41:55 Dec 23rd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

Mr. archer orc the festive

Report


12/23/2008 5:41:32 AM
*Gets back up*

"This is I get for minding my own buisness?,unless...."

*Summons the mongoose guardian golem that smashes taven in the face and knockshim out of a window,then the golem disappears."

"Snake lover....."

*Continues to preach at the altar of slasher*

*Traven wonders why the man in the corner named Taven is thrown out the window, and proceeds to killing archer orc the festive again.*

"Hey, one Black Froth, please."


17:13:53 Dec 23rd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

"I thought that was at Madidus only?"


17:28:09 Dec 23rd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

"What's Madidus?   And where's my drink?"


17:34:59 Dec 23rd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

"Madidus a nightclub that my ancestor, Ernest Deallus, founded as a distant branch of the tavern here.  It was designed to serve exotic drinks and mixed specialties.  It does not serve ales, beers, or the brews we have here.  Is on a distant island of Madidus.  Your drink cannot be served here...by me."


18:01:54 Dec 23rd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

*gets up, still feeling the effects of the Draught

*does a Halo-'hijacking-a-Ghost' move to hijack the bar

*serves Travis his drink

*drags Michael back behind the bar

*passes out again


18:39:05 Dec 23rd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

"Oh, thanks."

*Travis drinks his Black Froth, and falls over unconscious, and spasms all the way over to the dumpster out of the tavern.*


18:43:41 Dec 23rd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

*Gets up and jacks Demonsul in the face with the hilt of his sword*

"No serving non-tavern drinks!"


18:44:37 Dec 23rd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

*wakes up

"Who hit me?!"


19:24:01 Dec 23rd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

*suddenly begins dancing becuase he finished the map

"EVERYONE PARTY!"


19:29:13 Dec 23rd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

*Travis dances.*


19:33:27 Dec 23rd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

*Gives out complimentary drinks that are NOT from Madidus*


19:34:56 Dec 23rd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

*Travis drinks them all and then walks out to go to Madidus for drinks.*


20:06:14 Dec 23rd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

*Travis walks into the tavern and drops a tank of Black Froth onto the fllor and purs everyone a giant mug of it.*


20:12:30 Dec 23rd 08 - Duke Michael Deallus:

"Hey wait a minute...you cannot be serving drinks!"

*Hits Travis over the head with a shovel*


20:15:04 Dec 23rd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

*sticks up a giant copy of the world map behind the bar


20:15:55 Dec 23rd 08 - Mr. Travis Leiondon:

*Travi*beep*s Michael over the head with a baseball bat.*

"There's no rule about serving your own drinks here!"


20:18:50 Dec 23rd 08 - Sir Demonsul:

*continues to dance around drinking whatever is available and not a Tasidian/Deallus Draught


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