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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*Wonders what a video and physics is* "Hmm...Septim! A Tasidian Draught if you don't mind!" | ||||
*Septim shrugs, wondering what they would think up next, and pours his old friend his favorite drink* "So, how are things in the land of Ergo...or was it Eldras?" | ||||
About to be burnt. | ||||
"Elras...it is Elras..." >.> | ||||
"Elras, ey? I heard they got some fine womenfolk, there." | ||||
"Elras is a planet, so I am hoping they have fine womenfolk." :) | ||||
"Oh, boy, is my face ever red!" | ||||
Glares suspiciously at Dagoth before ordering the finest beer in the land. | ||||
Demonsul orders a Septim Shot. | ||||
*Sips at his Tasidian Draught* | ||||
hhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i wonder what would happen to earogon? | ||||
"..." *Travis throws Blodgram out the window.* "At least bother to spell his name right!" | ||||
*Breaks a few glasses and kills patrons for not getting his beer* | ||||
*Fever Steps into the Tavern very Quitly, and sits down on the Bar Stool* *A Septim Shot Pllleeeeeazzze.* | ||||
Christ do you have a bad fever. | ||||
*Sneezes on Himanil and tells him to "Get Lost"! | ||||
*Slaps Fever hard and makes him fall* | ||||
*Hits Himanil in The balls* | ||||
*Watches Fever wince as he strikes an armoured part and slams a chair on Fever's head* | ||||
"I haven't seen a good brawl in ages. Septim, get me a shot, and turn on that popcorn maker you've got stashed in the back room with that medieval SMG." | ||||
*Suddenly, Arvious III walks into the room and punches Demonsul in the face, throws him to the ground, and starts to beat him to a pulp.* "Hey, you asked to see a brawl." | ||||
*fills all orders, goes into the back, grabs the popcorn machine, brings it out, readies it, presses on, a mini-mushroom cloud appears in the resulting explosion* "Holy crap!" | ||||
*Lucklily Fever was wearing an armor suit which allowed him to defend him self from Himanil's Girly Smash* ((Orders a Septim Shot)) | ||||
*gets up out of window and flicks travis off | ||||
*Hands Fever a Septim Shot* | ||||
*Yawns* *Leaves the tavern and says "Good bye Ladies"*
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*Blodgram takes his whistle, now a littlebeaten up, and blows it. suddenly in the distance, a rumble sounds. "it worked, it really worked!" | ||||
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*blodgram looks with his sea blue eyes to his glass of rum "who wants rum?" | ||||
*Starts to open his eyes and unconsciously orders a Septim Shot* | ||||
*wonders why he's lying underneath a pile of popcorn | ||||
*Looks to the other side so that Demonsul doesn't see Himanil's blushing guilty face* | ||||
*blodgram takes order of three broughts (german sausage) "aaahhhhhhhhhh good food!" | ||||
"Food isn't served here!" | ||||
'You might wan to try Septim's Exotic Eats, the food there is quite..........eh well 'Exquisite' to say the least.' | ||||
"I have no clue about what you're talking about." [[:-) Just to clarify: DEMONIC Shemzu DEMONslayer something something Karzun DEMONsul THose are the only ones I'm aware of.]] | ||||
"My name was supposed to conflict with Shezmu's...I would be his friendly rival since we were in the same KD for awhile," :p | ||||
*gets up with hole in stomach
"Thats jacked up!" | ||||
"But you have to admit getting a hole blown in your stomach was cool...right?" :p | ||||
*from underneath popcorn | ||||
*Travis throws a cage of wolves next to Demonsul to help 'clean up.'* | ||||
*Enters the tavern with a Loud burst of Noise* *Punches Travis, and throws him out the window for being an *beep* by not throwing Wolves but not Savage* ((Orders The Finest Ale )) | ||||
*looks down at stomach
"Yeah i guess so. But it still hurt!" | ||||
"Hey fever?" | ||||
((Sorry I made a mistake in my last post)) *Slaps Blodgram at The Back and "Says Hey"* | ||||
*travis picks up a pair of socker-boppers that Septim had lying around in the tavern, and proceeds to giving Fever a thrashing.* | ||||
Holy peanut brittle batman, its me. the Non Duke Senturu!!!!!! | ||||
"Dang, I swore I heard Salamon, not Senturu..." | ||||
*Waits impatiently for his order* | ||||
*Travis walks in with fifty barrels of the worst alcohol ever made: the Drunk's Demise.* [Actually, the worst is the 1YOTZ Ale. (One Year Older Than ZeT-) *Hey, would you shut up? This is my reply!* [Go f*** yourself.] *Yeah, real mature.* [I'm not taking that from a Jew.] *WTF? I'm not even Jewish. And do you have a thing for Hitler or anything.* [...I might have a poster of him on my bedroom ceiling.] *Yeah, uh-huh.* "Drinks for all!" Travis shouts. | ||||
*takes rum vat behind counter and says "Mine!! All mine!" | ||||
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