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"not for much longer im'e holding a party here to celebrate me getting my title..." its today in about 10 mins"

lol did i miss it?

*A steady sound of footsteps is heard from the stairs. Ragnarr comes down to the main hall in clean chainmale, placing his white-fur cape over his back and attaching it to his armor. He looks at the bar and notices Defensive carrying the noble-blue cape of knighthood, which was given to a knight after the ritual of becoming one. Ragnarr grinned.*
"Congradulations! Sir Defensive, you deserve your title, let me buy you a drink,."

"Hello Ragnarr, hmmmm...did I miss the party? Oh well"

*Septim takes a dive in the beer pool

"i thank you ragnarr but WELL DONE SEPTIM!!! you defently deserve you DUKE title how many RP pts you got now?"

"pretty amazing ragnarr isnt it? to see our boy grow up so fast. I can remember when he was a wee lad helping on board youre vessel... soon he will be too big for us and we will fade into his distant memorys....."

*defensive wipes a tear from his eye

*Septim looks at Defensive, Seloc, and Ragnarr

"You guys are all my friends...and drinking buddies. So as long as you play this game, your memories will never be distant. Oh...and I have 5 RP points Defensive."

"It's because you keep kicking me in IRC!"

(good excuse)

"Real Septims or clones? There are countless clones and now eight real Septim rulers. Tiber Septim, Calus Septim, Pelagius Septim II, Tiber Septim II, Cephorus Septim, Gaius Septim, Salius Septim II, and Pelagius Septim IV."

Of all the people to have lots of why did it have to be Septim?

"Well, all of the people there are dead except me of course. But my clones mean I can be everywhere at once."

"A beer please and make it strong!"

*Seloc turns around at the mention of bard.*

"Well as it happens I'm a proffessional musician of Septim's exotic eats."

"Is anyone welcome here?"

*Looks at the strange lad, screaming about killing*
"Lad, if ye want to kill someone, go to the Arena, damn it,..."
*Takes a drink from his whisky*

"For a song? Well I guess it's up to you."
*Ragnarr leaves the glass cup in front of him and takes his fine white fur gloves off. He neatly puts them somewhere under his fur cloak, then reaches for the whisky*
"I myself can sing, I know many northern songs, but,...I remember what happened last time,..."

*Before Ragnarr can answer Seloc pipes up in song. Extracting his fiddle from Dragonboy's ear.*

"*cough cough*

Uwebe dake de ima mo
Kimi wo moteasonderu
Kimi wa nani mo kizukanu
MINUS ni kouru ai

Muguchi na kimi ni, muguchina ai de
Muguchi na fukai kan wo
Muguchi na boku ni, muguchi na ai de
Muguchi na kizuato

Juuhachi-nin me no kimi
Boku ni kizuite inai
Yasashisa ni urazuketa
Kouri tsuita kono ai wo

Shizuka na kimi ni, shizuka na ai de
Shizuka na kaikan koroshi
Shizuka na boku ni, shizuka na ai de
Shizuka na...

* Kaerenai, kaereru ni muguchi na ai
  Shizuka ni, shizuka ni karame au futari

Kokoro muguchi ni, kokoro shizuka de
Kokoro ni hamukete
Kokoro muguchi ni, kokoro shizuka de
Kokoro moteasonde mite mo

*

Itsu kara ka anata ni kizuite ita demo
Anata no soba ni ireru dake de ii no

Boku wa saigo ni kimi wo dakishimeta
Kore ga saigo ni naru to mo shirazu ni."

right... interesting....

what trickery is this?

"hi ime back for barbados...."

*Suddenly, as Ragnarr watches the events taking place in the tavern while calmly drinking his whisky, the door breaks open and five troops enter. They had iron half-helms on their heads, chainmail for armor, long red capes and short swords, ready in their hands.*
-The first guard, having an emblem of a griffin on his half-helm (obviously the leader) stepped forward and spoke-
"I, Sir Rolland, come here on the behalf of his majesty king Mark Mullendore. Is there a Ragnarr Stormguard in this inn?"
*Ragnarr slowly turns his head away from them and unseen for the guards grabs his sword hilt, after leaving the whisky on the bar.*

*Ragnarr seems joyfull to see the troops leave,*
"Sir Rolland, an old,......"friend". Mullendore attacked my realm, but I managed to defend my lands somehow,...since I started travelling around the lands, he sent his best knight after me,...how the hell did he knew I was here? Seven hells,...."

*Ragnarr looks at the window.*
"I hate traitors. Cheers, and thanks."

(to many posts!)

"No Ragnarr it was japanese not elven but you could say eleven...I know how you feel......."

*Lightning suddenly hits Epyon*

*Ragnarr looks around*
"Why is there no barkeep? ... will Senturu mind if I make m'self a drink?.."
*Ragnarr jumps over the bar and makes himself a Black Russian coktail.*
"Any one else?"