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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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"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." | ||||
*Travis looked at the man.* "Hello, one Leiondon Lager please." [[Good job on the Duke. :-D Get on IRC.]] | ||||
"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!" | ||||
"I hope you realize that only being half-elven...you do not live forever." | ||||
*Travis waits for his drink.* | ||||
"Well, I guess we should get to know each other...I'm Demonsul. I'm usually around here if you need me." | ||||
*Pours the drink and slides it to Travis* "There you go..." | ||||
[[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.* | ||||
*Refills the drink and slides it back* | ||||
*Travis shruggs and chugs it again, and throws the glass back.* "Don't refill it." | ||||
"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!" | ||||
"He is right...for once...let us drink to our prosperity! A Septim Shot, if you would!" | ||||
"Sir, a round of Leiondon Lagers to everyone!" | ||||
*Michael fills the orders for everyone* | ||||
*drinks various drinks | ||||
*Drinks | ||||
"Hurgekurgurk..." | ||||
*Pokes Demonsul with a stick* | ||||
*gets up, apparently fine | ||||
"We should pour some lemon juice down his throat!" | ||||
*climbs to his feet, appearing heavily drunk | ||||
*Takes out from his mantle a vial full with a black liquid and pours down Demonsul's throat.* | ||||
*Travis orders fifty Leiondon Lagers.* | ||||
*Wonders if there are snake worshippers nearby thathe can kill in the name of slasher the mongoose god of hate.* | ||||
*Travis kills archer orc the festive.* "Go die in a ditch if you respawn.* | ||||
"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." | ||||
"Nice one Mike! But is not that one! It is pig crap!" | ||||
"Nice one? You agree with the idea of kissing Demonsul!?" *Travis slowly backs away from Delran.* | ||||
"That is not what I meant.......but.......why not?" | ||||
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*Gets back up* | ||||
*gets up | ||||
"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* | ||||
*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." | ||||
"I thought that was at Madidus only?" | ||||
"What's Madidus? And where's my drink?" | ||||
"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." | ||||
*gets up, still feeling the effects of the Draught | ||||
"Oh, thanks." *Travis drinks his Black Froth, and falls over unconscious, and spasms all the way over to the dumpster out of the tavern.* | ||||
*Gets up and jacks Demonsul in the face with the hilt of his sword* | ||||
*wakes up | ||||
*suddenly begins dancing becuase he finished the map | ||||
*Travis dances.* | ||||
*Gives out complimentary drinks that are NOT from Madidus* | ||||
*Travis drinks them all and then walks out to go to Madidus for drinks.* | ||||
*Travis walks into the tavern and drops a tank of Black Froth onto the fllor and purs everyone a giant mug of it.* | ||||
"Hey wait a minute...you cannot be serving drinks!" | ||||
*sticks up a giant copy of the world map behind the bar | ||||
*Travi*beep*s Michael over the head with a baseball bat.* "There's no rule about serving your own drinks here!" | ||||
*continues to dance around drinking whatever is available and not a Tasidian/Deallus Draught | ||||
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