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[so no one except the bar tender dies.]

Spud....you didnt catch fire -.- you faker

[[OOC: I survived through the burning of the whole taverne, nothing blunt hit me in the bck of the head, therefore I am still alive...with scalloped hands.]]

wait, is septim or spud the owner of the tavern. are you two multies!?! did you forget that you were supposed to have different identities, because both of y'all speak sort of the same way... hmmmm. anyway, i thought septim was the owner, since he went along and died, playing the part of the bar tender, and coming back to life. and then slicing my throat. so it is obvease that spud did not die, septim died. ok now i am confused...

"...I am Septim...not Spud...", says Septim, "And I have an army of clones to do my bidding...that one that cut your throat was a clone..."

i say we search for him and feed him his own legs

I think that is a capital idea Mr. Spodie! Lets go feed Mr.s Septim his legs!

[[OOC: Now that I think about it, me and Septime could be multies from others point of views... We both came to VU around the same time, we both love RPing, he has clones, I have Illusions... hmmmm. OMG! I HAVE A MULTI! I didnt even know it. Get outa here Septim! I dont want my account banned! Lol.]]

*Spud looks at his scalloped hands after he finally smothers the fire with his chest.*

"Great, now my hands are giant black pancakes that are only good for clapping. Thank you for not being any assistance. Jerks."

*Spud walks in and sees Spud whining about his hands. Spud then punches Spud in the back of the head really hard and Spud falls over to the floor. Spud then sits on Spodies head and orders a drink.*

"Hey, bartender. Could you get me some Spodie?"

spodie then throws spud off of him into the wall where he hits his head and dies... and with being as curdious as can be... he steals spuds spodie and drinks it all and eats the fruit

[[OOC: Actually, Senturu said a while ago that Drakos WAS the owner, but he passed it to Senturu. I'm really not sure whether Senturu leaving means Drakos is the owner again or that I got the tavern, but I really don't care. I am happy serving drinks! :D]]

is sentrue not playing anymore?

*wakes up and suddcenly yells*

"WOOT!!!  B-DAY TIME!!!!!!!!!!"

*dances*

*serves slices of buttercream cake to everyone*

*Septim smells it.

"That smell, that is the smell of cyanide! Or it could be butter...but more than likely cyanide!"

*Septim tosses his slice out the window.

"Here is my gift to you!"

*Septim gives Arvious a roasted flamingo.

*steals arvious's drink*

well... its his birfday *hic* not hiss freaking anerversory.*hic*

~A lone figure not really tall and not really short, just average and  clad in a long dark coat with a hood enters Ye Olde Tavern and moves quietly to the bar~

'A glass of Drambuie mr barkeep'

~The stranger puts a gold coin of the Realme on the bar in payment and waves when the barkeep offers change... he move off to a corner and settles into a shadow pulling his hood back only far enough to drink~

*Ernie glares at Septim*

"You *beep*.  You dont try to copy other people....you have to have new traditions......"

*Looks at the Sir Kev of Claidhmore floating above the hooded person's head*

"Oh hey Kev."

*Grabs the bag and jams Kev's teeth back in*

"There goo as new.  Ye Olde Taverne is the first step for most into the RP forums.  So....welcome....you have made the first step" ☺

"Ohhh...and what would that be?  *Notices Septim has left*  "Septim has been having some distractions lately that have caused him to leave the tavern a lot.....he said he may be back a lot more soon....but speak what you need of us....and me and Septim are both married so your wife is safe....from me at least"

*Septim eyes Phoenix suspiciously.

"Well...which Emperor?"

*Septim then looks at Kev.

"Well, your wife's safe, I really couldn't be bothered, my duties as barkeep keep me too busy to perform that kind of mischief, though my infinite fellow clones may have time. What is it you need help with?"

*A little while later Phoenix walks through the doors feeling well rested*

"That was one of the more comfortable dumpsters ive woken up in"

*He sees some familiar faces at a nearby table and decides to go and sit with them*

"Hi ernie hows it goin? I had the strangest dream of you throwing.... me....out... of..."

*Phoenix then notices the broken window and how its just about his size as well as right over the dumpster he had woken up inside of*

"O... erm.... well... Kev how are you?  been good? and you look vaguely familiar is it Septim? Well how you doin?"

It's saved for "Special" people....like Arvious....or Pheonixfire because he was muttering and fell asleep...

*phoenix hears opportunity's request and puts on his pointed steel toed shoes and looks to ernie for the all clear to kick opportuinty so hard it will be felt by his grandchildren.... thats if he can even have kids after it...*

*Instantly, a thousand Spuds start running through the taverne like a flashflood. there was no time to do anything about it. The taverne walls were flexing from the mere pressure of the Spuds. One of them pipes up and says...*

"Sorry fella's, but theres a deep fryer out there!"

*Septim pulls out a flamethrower and cooks every last spud, he then sends them to Septim's Exotic Eats, as giant potatoes are quite exotic.