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Ye Olde Taverne | ||||
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"random..." (ooc: septim ime gonna be gone for five days enjoy spamming without me old freind... ) "Random spamming forever!!!" | ||||
"Haha, I can handle it" | ||||
"you sure? i could let my 2 year old sister help? (shed probably do a better job than me...)" | ||||
"Nah, I'm sure Senturu will help me post many things that have little or no relevancy to the topic in question" | ||||
"yum spam..." | ||||
*The men in the black suits get up and draw 9mm, they shoot Septim ten times in the back "A message from the anti-spammers!", says one man. *The two men leave | ||||
"OMG Septim!!! youre not faking like you were when you said you where hacked? coz if you are i will kick you up the **** and then ***** and **** up the ****" | ||||
*Septim coughs up a bit of blood "That...didn't...feel...good" *Septim-145 runs in and picks Septim-22, he takes him to the Operation Theater... | ||||
*The two men in black suits re-enter and look at Senturu, the nod to eachother and sit at a table. | ||||
*opens doors* | ||||
*Septim walks in clutching a cane "I'm back!" *Septim sees the two black suited men and aims his cane at them, bullets come out and hit each one in the head "Revenge is sweet!" *Septim walks over to a table and takes a seat | ||||
*gives Septim a beer* | ||||
*Scientist sits in the corner watching the goings on with Septim and notes down everything that is said and done.........* | ||||
*grabs a beer and walks over to Scientist* | ||||
*Septim drinks his drink "Thanks Senturu, those two guys shot me ten times in the back, and it looks like they were about to make a big mistake and do the same to you" | ||||
ROFLMAO | ||||
"Hehehe, I actually regret shooting them now..." | ||||
*A white wolf enters the tavern. It looks around, and sits on the timber floor.* | ||||
"This is heaven Ragnarr, you have died", said Septim mystically | ||||
*hits Septim* | ||||
*lmao* "pick on the blind guy why dontcha" *smacks gods soldier, dont fart on me* lol *walks over to the two men in black suits laying on the ground* *takes his katana out and starts chopping away at the bodys till ther all into little pieces, puts em in a black bag, puffs outside, comes back 5 secs later* "the deed is done. you can never be to sure wen killing ppl" *everyone just stares at Ninja with awe and disgust* *walks over and sits at the bar while cleaning his sword* | ||||
"Ye Olde Tavern? Thank god,...the wolf brought me to the right place,...Senturu, give me an ale,.." | ||||
*Septim sits near Ragnarr "Never, so how have you been, and what happened to your eyes?" | ||||
*shlts in ninjas cerial the next morning* | ||||
*Ragnarr ignores the surrounding events and turns his head towards Septim.* | ||||
*Ragnarr sighes and continues his tale after recieving no answer from Septim.* | ||||
"Did they rip out your eyes? Because I am an expert in eye repair. Slasher hacks out eyes, but who has to make new ones...me..." | ||||
*Ragnarr shakes his head.* | ||||
"Hmmmm...need any help? Because I heard you say: "Ye Olde Tavern? Thank god,...the wolf brought me to the right place,...Senturu, give me an ale,.." "So I'm guessing the wolf isn't a very good guide?" | ||||
*Ragnarr lifts his head and keeps silent for a while.* | ||||
"Alright Ragnarr, if you or the gods think that climbing a cold mountain while blind with only a wolf at your side is a good idea, then go ahead" | ||||
*Ragnarr keeps silent and turns his head away.* | ||||
*Septim gets up and grabs a board and a stick from his footlocker. He writes: "Save Ye Olde Taverne" and nails the board to the stick. Septim then waves it around outside. "Save Ye Olde Taverne from the forum clean-up people! Save Ye Olde Taverne from the forum clean-up people!!!" | ||||
*Septim throws the sign down on the floor and looks at everybody [[OOC: I am leaving for five days to my dad's house, I might be able to log on between now and Sunday, but I am unsure]] *Septim leaves Ye Olde Taverne for some reason | ||||
*wips out his katana and slices Gods Soldiers head off* "No More"! and thats an order. *waves to Septim as he leaves* *walks over to Ragnarr and pats him on the back* " i got confidence in ya. Just keep going up and ya'll make it" *jumps over the counter and grabs a whiskey for Ragnarr* *but still watching to see if anyone saw him* =O
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*Ragnarr touches the bar in front of him until his hand stumbles into a glass of whisky. He takes it in his hand.* | ||||
*Ragnarr stands up and leaves the warm and cosy hall and enters the dark misty world outside, leaving the whisky untouched on the bar and a silver coin beside it.* | ||||
*Septim walks in and approaches the bar counter "Hello Senturu, pour me an ale will ya?" | ||||
*Epyon busts in and sits down at a table with 2 other men* | ||||
*Septim turns to the group of people sitting with Epyon and stares into their eyes, he waves his hand in front of them "You want to give me your money and jump into the nearest meat grinder" Two men: "We want to give you all our money and jump into the nearest meat grinder" *The two men give a large pile of money to Septim and jump into the nearest meat grinder. Septim pockets the money and sits down next to Epyon. "How are ya doing?" | ||||
*Epyon, startled to see his two companions jump off and run off like that turns to Septim* | ||||
"I am not sure why your friends would go and run off, I am good except for the fact that I am being sued. I will pay for your drinks though...I have plenty of money!" *Septim looks around "Now where is that barkeep?" | ||||
hmmmm how did he get so much money?? | ||||
"I have excellent lawyers, thank you, I have a large amound of money from when Tales Tavern was burnt down by Seloc. I had a large claim. I also have made a large fortune through my corporation, Septim Communications, where I train the birds and messengers used by most rulers to deliver messages....where the hell is that barkeep?" | ||||
"Hmmm I dont know, but I'm growing impatient and I'm hankering for a drink" | ||||
*A short bald man looks at Epyon and runs over to the counter, he pours Epyon and Septim their drinks and brings them over to them "Hello...sorry 'bout tha'. Name's Grubby Grubbington III, you ca' call me Grubbs!" *Grubbs runs and hides in fear of Senturu's wrath when he finds out that Grubbs used the sacred pumps *Septim turns to Epyon as he drinks his ale "Good stuff...I feel sorry for Grubbs when Senturu finds out that he poured our drinks..." | ||||
"Ain't that the truth. That Grubbs is a dead man." | ||||
"Yep" *Septim takes a drink "So where are you from, Epyon?" | ||||
*Epyon drops his glass* | ||||
"...what? I must've been drunk! Oh well...and yes...I have heard from another clone that you fight with him a lot in the arena" *Septim snaps his fingers and the glass comes back up onto the table, full of Samuel Jackson beer. "Now...where are you from?" | ||||
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