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"yes but is a lil salty!"

*takes the bucket from demonsul and proceeds to eat all the darkmeat*

"OM NOM NOMZ!"

*gets back up*

"chicken bone was sliding down my throat...forgot to chew lol"

*reads himanils mind*

"if you must know, in the year of 1683, when the first dragon was brought to its knees, there lived a fat and squabbly man who went by the name of Bobby McDahgobany the Second. He, one day, decided to waltz into the tavern for a drink. However, he tripped on a loose nail, fell, did a faceplant, snapped his neck, and died where your very feet are placed...and so from then forth, they have allowed backup here."

*stares, frightened, and takes a few steps back*

*Wonders why Windscar lives under the illusion that VU is an active place these days*

*picks his letters up...*

"hey i was using those!"

"slaps charley and kicks his kitteh*

*For some reason suddenly feels devoid of thoughts so proceeds to examine the kittens*

*regenerates his hand, taps septim on the shoulder, hands him a twenty, yanks the spam gun outta his hands, and shoots at charley and his kittehs*

"MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" >:D

*Laplarvis gets mowed down by several magical turrets*

*Starts positioning his trechubets in place to lay seige to the bar before remembering that the bar was the place where all the supplies were stored*
"Still though, let's give it a try."

*throws a spork at Himanil, so ask to quiet him down, and then pulls the magical projectiles out of his face*

*Trudges off the wash room to remove the soot from his face after his unsuccessful seige of the bar lasting a few hours*
"Man I am not a guy meant for long boring seiges."

*Accepts it and enters the wash room*

*Watches Windscar turn to dust as he walks behind the bar*

*Yawns and goes back to lurking*

*Demonsul laughs at Himanil's new face, then proceed to knock back a Septim Shot he acquired from another patron.

*walks up behind charley, tells him that it was merely a close...AGAIN...and proceds to rip out charleys jugular...*

Demonsul leaned towards Charley and said casually, "People just don't get that you can't go behind the bar unless you're a barkeep, do they?"

*tells charley that what asploded was merely a close...AGAIN...and sits down...frustrated*

*pops charley's thought bubble and corrects himself*

"t'was a clone"

*is bored...summons a banjo and plays til he is content*

"Not for me it's not!" exclaims Cidellus.

"In these parts, you sit down on a barstool and drink until you are satisfied," replied Cidellus, "In Septim's Exotic Eats, you may eat endangered animals, in Spamalot, you may...well...enjoy some spam. And as for other adventures, well, you must find those yourself."

*Cidellus then pours Skivvies a pint of ale*

"I take souls as payment, if necessary, so it's all okay," says Cidellus happily before refilling the mug and sliding it back, "And normal? Good luck..."

"Those people are probably Charley [[Demonslayer]] and I, and maybe Demonsul and Laplarvis on their good days," says Cidellus.

*Walks in the door and yawns.  Walks over to the newcomer in the tavern.*

"Greetings, I am Lord Charley Deallus, the roleplaying moderator, whatever that is.  Just letting you know to ignore the crowd in here and just go to Cidellus if you have any questions."

*Turns around and walks out of the tavern*