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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*begins the new page with a sticker | ||||
*Glares at the advertising and website with only 3 registered users* | ||||
*glances and sees it's gone up to 10, considering it only really started half a day ago | ||||
*Frowns at the bantering of the usual RP geeks argueing over something irrelevant* "Hey, listen to this 'In light of the current era of yawnable play and incessant napfesting we declare the following awards be used in place of the usual fare. These will better describe this era and it's lasting legacy of boredom.' Ha! Even the yellow journalist are in on this, truly it was a yawnable era" *Glares at the RP geeks and goes back to reading to himself* "They don't understand satire anyway. Septim can I have a drink over here please?"
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*Slaps Herodotus with a large trout before giving it to Septim for S.E.E.* "Wooo party!" | ||||
*Septim pours Kev a drink. | ||||
*also orders another Septim Shot | ||||
"Greetings!" roared a voice from outside before a man entered the room, he was Validus Septim III and the new ruler of the Septim Empire (he had no idea that he was a clone), "I will be inheriting the title of Barkeep from my passed father, Pelagius VII." | ||||
*walks in* | ||||
*Looks around for Septim* "Erm...I can I guess." | ||||
A bright light suddenly fills the room, as Bill Larson is teleported back to his time period, leaving a skinny archer with cyan hair standing in his place. He was clad in blue leather armour, and his bow was the finest in all of the land. His quiver of arrows hung on his back, and a small steel swordsword lay sheathed in the archer's belt. He turned to the man named Xtard, and fired an arrow at him, but it missed and came zooming towards the barkeep. The arrow passes through the man's throat without causing any damage, due to the protective magic surrounding the bartender. "Oops," the archer muttered. "Sorry about that. M'name's Travis. Pour me a glass of mead, would ya?" | ||||
A man walked in, he was covered completely in black clothing from the toes to the shoulders a black hood over his head and soot stained face. But the blackness could not shut out the intensely dead eyes. The eyes roamed over anyone then settles on a chair. He walked over and sat down, "Some beer mixed with mead and strawberries" he said in a low grating voice. With this said he looked around once more, his cold, grey, dead eyes taking in everything about him. | ||||
"Creepy people at this time of night..." | ||||
[[its me Hel the Sunshine]]
*Sir Lynus arrives and ask for some drinks* | ||||
*Pours Lynus his drink* | ||||
As he gulped his drink down the man introduces himself. "Twilight, in case you were wondering, and like the name suggests, you don't see me very often." He finished his drink and simply stared ahead, his thoughts taken up by something else. He got up and paid for his drink, his voice sounding dry and raspy, as he thanked the barkeep. | ||||
*still waiting for his Septim Shot... | ||||
*drinks ale and drink it little by little* | ||||
*Pours everyone their drinks in case he missed any. Pauses for a moment before punching Demonsul in the face* | ||||
*rolls with the punch | ||||
[[DOUBLE POST | ||||
*Watches Demonsul stare dumbly before leaving* :p [[that works!]] XD | ||||
[[Really hoping that the forums and VU will make a comeback in the future... consider me leaving VU, as I now only pop in or out at random times.]] *Travis pops into the tavern.* "Lazuleeee!" *Travis pops out.* | ||||
[[Looks like I'll be able to make occasional appearances]] *comes back in "I'm still waiting..." | ||||
"It was for the joke you played on me...or at least I just felt like it..." *Laughs evilly from behind the protected bar* | ||||
April 5th *Lynus says hey people today's my B-Day* | ||||
*sits down, feeling bored "In any case, get me something alcoholic." | ||||
*Septim pours Demonsul an alcoholic drink, the Septim Shot* | ||||
*smiles "Thank you, Septim..." *drinks cheerily, which is unusual in the Tavern | ||||
*Wonders why his posts were deleted*
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"Bleh! Who cares, I will just sacrifice a Charley clone on principal!" | ||||
*say hello to my little friend* | ||||
*gets bored and goes off to play the Barbarian Invaders machine | ||||
*pours gas on a Charley clone and puts a match to it* "There, now maybe Sep will post an installment." | ||||
*Walks into the tavern and sees a random person on fire* "Man, I am thirsty. I could use some water..." | ||||
*gets a high score on the Barbarian Invaders machine "Hey Septim, I beat your highscore. Do I get a free drink or something?" | ||||
"Argh you beat my highscore too!" Twlight blew up the machine then looked around. He sat down and murmured "I'll pay for it" | ||||
*Septim fixes the machine and begins playing while another clone serves the drinks. | ||||
*Drinks his water* | ||||
*glares at the new Charley and wonders how flamable that Septim liquor is* | ||||
*Yawns after finishing his water* *Walks out of the tavern* | ||||
*leans against the bar, not really interested with the goings-on of the Tavern for now | ||||
*Suddenly, Sam Fisher jumps into the room and shoots everyone in the head, and then beats all of the corpses to a pulp. Shortly after his assualt, everyone regenerates. Sam Fisher jumps back into the airvent and stares at everyone.* | ||||
*Looks at Sam stalking them and whispers to a random person next to him* | ||||
Zyrike walks in. "Hey Ya'll" | ||||
*Watches Zyrike run around and yawns* | ||||
*wonders how long Zryike can keep running in circles | ||||
"I bet he will keep going until he stops..." | ||||
*Zyrike hears them betting and decides top stop at the exact second the day ends, so he ran all day, but also stopped* | ||||
"I told you he would keep going until he stops..." | ||||
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