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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*explodes onto page 126 | ||||
*Travis falls over drunk.* | ||||
*The door is slammed off it's hinges and a massive figure in Cidellian silver armor steps through the doorframe. "My name is Valan Septim, and I'm here to bring the tavern back to glory. So Mikey...get your ass back from behind the bar, and whoever made this mess had better start licking it up before I shove their head down the toilet..." *He notices that nobody does anything... "NOW!" | ||||
*Travis edges away from Demonsul.* "I had nothing to do with it." | ||||
*looks at Travis, then at Septim | ||||
*points at a ketchup stain on the map.* "Who did that!?" | ||||
"Oh, Archer Orc did that." | ||||
*Septim shoves Archer Orc's head down a toilet and uses his face to scrub the ketchup off the map. "There!" | ||||
*goes back to dancing | ||||
"Travis lied to you septim." | ||||
*Dives out from behind the bar and drags Demonsul with him* [[I finally fixed my internet so I can be on at all times of the day. I had a bad modem]] | ||||
"You gave me a taste of power, you can't take it away now..." | ||||
*Travis slaps Archer Orc.* "I never lie!" | ||||
*Septim shoots out Demonsul's kneecaps and throws him in range of Scientist's fortress bathroom. As Demonsul is torn apart by miniguns, Septim stands against the wall. "Woot..." | ||||
"Is that the best you got?" | ||||
*Travis throws the crap Archer Orc threw at him at the shrine, destroying it. Then, Travis proceeds to double-slapping Archer Orc.* | ||||
*gets up | ||||
"I remember when I first mistakenly went in there...good times..."
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*looks at the shrine* | ||||
*Travis grabs an unbrella and refelcts it towards Archer Orc, blowing him out of the tavern.* "Septim, one Leiondon Lager please." | ||||
*sits down, annoyed by the fact that everyone but him has a special brew | ||||
"Because, if you serve drinks while I'm here, you get pwned..." | ||||
"I wasn't serving drinks as in making them, they were bought by me earlier and distributed!" | ||||
*Gets up covered in crap* "ah,crap!"
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"Well then, sorry for shooting out your kneecaps and throwing you in front of Scientist's megaminiguns..." | ||||
"No distributing my drinks!" | ||||
*promptly distributes all the drinks Michael bought and left | ||||
"Can I have a orsinim bowder? "and if you dont know what that is then you need to go back to school" | ||||
"You might need a trip back to Grammar class, in my opinion," Travis muttered, chuckling. | ||||
*walks in, looks around and sits on a barstool "a goblet of vino over here my good man" | ||||
*Pours everyone their drink* | ||||
*Septim rips off Mikey's testicles and feeds them to Shezmu. "No serving drinks while I'm here!!!" *Septim pours everybody's drinks back into their bottles, and then pours them back out. | ||||
*Takes his parts back and reattaches them* | ||||
*drinks his drink in a quiet manner | ||||
"Hey Mikey, bits and pieces workin' alright?" | ||||
*Travis wakes up with a Santa cap on his head.* "Merry Christmas, I'll have a beer with peppermint flakes mixed up in it." | ||||
*Septim fills Travis's order and pulls a full sized Christmas tree out of his footlocker. He sets it up in a matter of two seconds, and Slasher climbs up the tree and puts the star on it. "There, oh yeah!" *Septim puts up a mini oak tree to celebrate the creation of the world by Zeta. "There..." | ||||
*Travis gulps a large portion of his drink in a matter of seconds.* "Thank you, and..." *Travis jumps onto a bar stool, drunk, and pulls out a microphone.* "Have a holly jolly Christmas, it's the best time of the year... blah blah blah, bleh bleh bleh bleh, I'd like another beer." *Travis falls onto the bar, unconscious.* | ||||
*Outside, a Septim clone drives by and throws a spomb at the tavern, it blows a hole in the wall. Septim runs out the hole. "What the hell!? Not here! THE OTHER TAVERN!" | ||||
*Travis jumps out of the hole and starts dancing horribly, causing eyes to begin to rot when they have a glimpse at Travis.* | ||||
"You call me Mikey one more time and I won't let my sister marry anyone from your family..." | ||||
[[O_O]] *Travis stumbles back into the tavern and starts to play a flute... badly.* | ||||
"Right-O Mikhail!" | ||||
*evidently drunk, Demonsul begins playing his sword like a guitar. He accidentally chops off his hand, then reattaches it backwards with magic to continue playing | ||||
"Just wish to say to you: MERRY CHRISTMASS! My net was down, sorry for saying it so late!"
[I do not know when I will get in touch with a PC so I wanna wish you HAPPY NEW YEAR! too. Hope you'll all have fun while I'am away. Think I will get my net up and running after the 5th. Cya then!] | ||||
*Comes out from behind a table* | ||||
"Right-O Mikey!" *Septim pours everybody a drink. | ||||
"Gotcha!" | ||||
"Umm..." | ||||
*Travis grabs a paper ane writes 'Call me Mikey' and sticks it onto Deallus's back.* | ||||
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