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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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*Another Charley clone walks in and sits down at the bar* "Another drink please...Septim shot preferably" | ||||
*Septim pours Charley a Septim Shot* "How are things?" | ||||
*walks in | ||||
*pours Demonsul a Septim Shot* "Where've you been?" | ||||
"Oh you know, around and about...mainly in some deserts shooting guys with miniguns." | ||||
*Breaks a stool over Demonsul's head and ties him to the bar* "He can't leave now can he?!" | ||||
*Arvious throws Demonsul a sporkknife when Charley isn't looking.* "You owe me a spork." | ||||
*Enters for the first time, looks around* | ||||
"What was the point in entering if you were just going to leave?" *Sits at the bar, and chuckles at demonsul.* "Septim Shot for me too" | ||||
*Enters again* | ||||
*Takes HIS stool from where Demonsul stole it and sits down* "A Tasidian Draught if you would" | ||||
*pours the drinks and begins cleaning some glasses while humming a foreign tune* | ||||
*Shakes himself to get the dust off before wandering off to get a copy of the constitution to see if he can take Septim to the gallows for his unforgivably heinous offence* | ||||
*appears behind Charley and takes his stool back, causing him to fall embarassingly on the floor | ||||
*Takes **HIS** stool back from Demonsul and throws him out the window into the trashcan. Sits down and continues having his drink* | ||||
Demonsul walks back in, wipes his hands on Charley's sleeve, takes HIS stool back from the Prince of Cats and drop-kicks Charley into the roaring fireplace. After this, Demonsul returns to his seat at the bar, tosses Charley's drink into the fireplace after him and waits for his Septim Shot. | ||||
*Crawls out of the fireplace, takes the stool from underneath Demonsul's stinky bum, turns it over, points to the "Property of Mr. Charley II" on the bottom and then proceeds to break Demonsul's drink over his head, which has been sitting in front of him for awhile, and sits back down again, pointing to the seat closer to the center of the bar which is empty* | ||||
(Hey its been a long time since I've role played, so im a bit rusty but im going to give it a shot anyway, so if im not that good, sorry) *Samual was passing through the hills, riding on his beutiful white stead when he heard many cheers and chuckles coming from the nearby town. So he started to slow down, and took note of his location. Samual then went onto start to ride towards the town where the noise was coming from. The town seemed to be coated in a layer of dust and dirt, like no one had walked in the town for a long time. He started to wonder if he had just thought he heard somthing back on the hills. Samual steadily started to ride over to the other side of the what seemed lifeless town, where he started to come across some people. He then went other to a lady who was washing some clothes and asked 'Sorry but do you mind telling me where I am', the lady looked at me then ran of. I then looked ahead of me and noticed a small tavern. I started to aproach it, and jumped of my stead and lead it to the water trough just outside the tavern. After I had made sure my stead was drinking I started to walk up towards the steps to my horse. I push the doors open and then some drunk came flying out the window only to get up push past me and run back into the tavern and get back involved with a fight. I thought nothing of this and went up to the damaged bar, and asked* 'A pint of your finest cider please' | ||||
"We'll see...about that." | ||||
*Teleports back to the tavern, breaks the stool and throws the pieces into the fire, picks up the neighboring stool, turns it upside down, points to the engraved name that reads "Lord Karzun Demonsul" on the bottom, beats you over the head with it, sits it back down, sits you on it, and makes a new stool for himself before carving his name into it and sitting down.* "Jeez..." | ||||
*Samual realises he dosnt have a bar stoll, so he makes a bar stoll then engraves his name into it and makes a cushion and sticks it on top, then he made a guitar and started to play, Oasis- Wonderwall, and then starts to sing, meanwhile through singing, he orders a triple vodka shot and then continues to sing and play his guitar, after he finished playing he realised Charley and several others was sat on the bar with him, he then goes on to ask everyone* "Can I get you guys a beer or anything" | ||||
"Could you not use a multi account that Zeta asks to delete to post in here?" | ||||
"That was a bit harsh kitty" | ||||
"He could use his main account at least..." | ||||
"Tsk Tsk Samual, when will you learn" | ||||
"It does the talks with the quotes" | ||||
*Wakes Up* | ||||
*Puts down his guitar and walks back other to the bar and sits down* "Im going to be using this account instead as my main account now the other one is going to be deleated, for reasons Id rather not go back through" *Turn to face the barman and then orders several more beers* | ||||
*drinks his drink and looks around | ||||
*Crack* the doors blow open, debris hitting the occupants of the Tavern. | ||||
"Bah, Septim is gone until tomorrow..." *Walks behind the bar and pours everyone's drinks and then sits back down at the bar* | ||||
*appears, and Deallus appears outside of the bar* "Hello, I'm back..." | ||||
*downs his drink | ||||
*smacks Karzun in teh face with a GOLDEN SPOON!* | ||||
*Walks over to Karzun, draws out his sword and goes to swing at neck, then realises that he's to drunk and just ended up taping his leg, so he decides to just walk back other to the bar sit on his stoll and order another pint of beer* | ||||
"Ummm...I guess you're sort of busy now..." | ||||
"whos busy?" | ||||
"Demonsul of course!" | ||||
*runs off and finds a Golden Spork (points to anyone who knows what that's about) and smacks Senturu with it* | ||||
"Dear Zeta...could this be the start of the spoon-spork wars?" | ||||
"Probably not... the only enemy of the spork is the knife." | ||||
*stabs arvious with a spoon* | ||||
*stabs senturu with a knife* | ||||
*slaps arthur with a large trout* | ||||
*takes trout, eats it, messes with Senturu* | ||||
*Slaps both Senturu and Arthur across their heads with a trout and forces them to sit* | ||||
"Hey guys? Did you ever wonder if we're all being controlled by other people? Like...we're in some sort of multi-person compilation of magic that runs throughout several million magical boxes that give people access to the compilation of magic...and we're like...avatars or something?" | ||||
*Snorts, chuckles, then starts laughing uncontrollably* | ||||
"How would we know!? What if we're ignorant on purpose! What if I'm being forced to yell this out!!!" | ||||
"That's got to be some helluva of a farfetched operation to maintain." | ||||
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