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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*avoids the broken shards by rolling forward, then draws his own sword and swings it at Blodgram | ||||
*Travis pulls out a spork and starts to deflect all the shards coming towards him.* | ||||
*deflects sword and lunges in with a stab | ||||
*Watches in amusement and orders an ale* | ||||
*blocks the stab and pushes Blodgram away, before throwing an explosive fireball at him | ||||
*catches the fire ball in mid air and throws it at the counter, exploding some rum "Not the rum!" | ||||
*rips off Blodgram's head and begins bashing Blodgram's decapitated body with it* "NO WASTING ALCOHOL YOU USELESS PILE OF CRAP!" *continues smashing Blodgram's body, turning the corpse into a bloody mush* | ||||
*Travis laughs at Blodgram, and slaps him AGAIN for no reason.* | ||||
*Sits idly looking for a reason to fight* | ||||
*head looks at septim "Wait a second, give me two reasons why my corpse is bloody and why we started this?" | ||||
*orders a bottle of cheapest vodka* | ||||
*twicthes nose and makes a beer come twords him, then nods his head up to drink it, making his body reapear from under his head "I seem to get beaten a lot in hear, don't I?" | ||||
*Sneaks behind the bar to get his ale* | ||||
*watches as Himanil's body catches on fire and is thrown out a window by an invisible force | ||||
*Goes outside, picks up Himanil's flaming body and throws it out the window again* "Damn kids" | ||||
*Has his army fire a hail of flaming arrows with gunpowder at their end into the Tavern* | ||||
*Wonders when people started following Himanil. Puts up a giant umbrella over the tavern that blocks every single arrow before disintigrating into a poisonous dust that kills all of Himanil's army* "Woo!' | ||||
*Looks in dumbstruck wonder as Demonslayer misspells Disintegrating, shrugging he poures in frothing lava from Mount Doom into the Tavern* | ||||
*Travis throws the Ring into the lava before it came into the tavern, saving Middle Earth.* | ||||
*Demonsul throws Himanil into the lava before it reaches the Tavern, saving his own sanity. | ||||
*gets up from shock of himanil having an army "Why arent we drinking? Why's everything been to exciting!" *blodgram then relizes who started it all "I did this didn't I? Well no matter, one septim shot please." | ||||
*Blows his bugle and his few elite Uruk Hai with unmatchable speed, weapons and impenetrable armour charge in* | ||||
*Pulls out his Mod Warhammer and slams Himanil in the face for trying to outgodmod him. Proceeds to kill all of the Uruk Hai with a large trout.* "Rawr" | ||||
*Septim grasps Blodgram by the neck and tears him apart, then apart again, and then tears him up like a sheet of paper. "He went behind the bar!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" | ||||
*I demand an explanation for the fight that is going on* | ||||
*Demonsul shrugs
"Someone wants a fight, so a fight there shall be." | ||||
*You look out of touch Demonsul, want to flex your muscles and temper a bit* | ||||
*Wonders why Himanil used action asterisks around what he said* >.> | ||||
*Wonders why the hell he (Himanil) hasn't yet murdered his Logitech wireless keyboard supplier* | ||||
*Wonders why no one is talking.* "Hey, can I have, uhh... something original?" | ||||
*Because no one is talking* | ||||
*Travis pulls out a medieval sniper rifle and fires at Himinal.* | ||||
*Wonders what kind of 'Common Sense' award that Himanil could possibly be receiving and labels that distant land as primitive and uncivilized* | ||||
*Steps in the Tavern soaked to the skin and shivering* | ||||
*takes a sidelong glance at Himanil, wondering why he'd want a warm alcoholic beverage under any circumstances | ||||
*Travis orders a beer* | ||||
"Hey Travis, wana gimme some as well?" | ||||
*Gets behind the bar and puts up the 'No Travis' sign. Serves the drinks and draws mustaches on the pictures of the Septim barkeeps that have been serving at the tavern for eras and eras* "Since the barkeep is not here..." | ||||
*Arvious walks in and orders a beer, then.* | ||||
*Serves Arvious a drink* | ||||
*Arvious walks off with the drink, and gives it to a familiar hobo, and vanishes.* | ||||
*gives a smirk to Demonslayer* | ||||
"I think it was Travis," commented Demonsul dryly. | ||||
"I think he has identity disassociation disorder..." | ||||
*slaps Demonslayer* "Hey, because you're my friend, I will not shoot you with a medieval SMG. That was a warning. Now, who needs some alcohol?" | ||||
"Hey barkeep!! Id like two on the house please" | ||||
"Barkeep! Some Iselian liquor for all!" | ||||
"Barkeep! I want a Septim Shot already!"
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"Barkeep! I want you on MSN earlier than six o'clock someday!" | ||||
"Barkeep! I wan-wait...MSN? Blasphemy!" | ||||
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