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*Snickers under his breath*
Septim! Another [[ale]] and a bowl of [[milk]]

*Septim pours Onex a bottle of Effie's Delight and gives it to Onex.

"An Effie's Delight?  Hmm....never seen that ordered...at least I dont remember that.....well ill have a [[Septim Shot]] instead...."

"Bob calm down....you have a position in a KD that has power and doing things while drunk isnt a good idea.  Trust me.....I did some things I regret" >_>

*Charley picks up the Septim Shot and drinks it down in one gulp.  He then passes out and his face slams into the bar table*

*Five Minutes Later*

Charley suddenly shoots up in his seat.

"Ill have the weakest drink you have" =p

*Downs the cup of water and then slams the cup on the bar*

"Ahh....that was some goooood water"

Bling looks at the drink and smirks. Pulling out a pistol, he comments "I too killed an Irishman with one shot" before downing the gastly drink. Barman...I demand Peanut Butter Whiskey!

*Septim pours Bob a peanut butter whiskey.

 *Onex stands up, wondering what precisely he was doing on the floor, maybe no one noticed* "So how 'bout that drink Septim?"

*Septim begins cleaning a glass.

*Septim pulls a bottle from under the bar, pouts the contents into a glass, and hands the glass to Charley.

*Pokes Slade's half unconcious body*

Well hello there.....

* Mumbles drunkenly at charley poking

then grabbing the glass and necks the drink

*Haldimir enters the taverne and kick the stool*

After he kick the chair he goes to the counter and order a brandy.

*returns after savage beating from wife*

"septim mate, i think i need a beer"

*Septim punches Onex in the face.

"That was for pouring Slade his drink..."

*Septim pours Chucky a beer and Haldimir a brandy.

*Septim injects a poison into Onex.

"You have twenty-four hours t-Onex? Onex!? Dangit...he said he would suffer for twenty four hours...Phoenix Down!"

*Septim gives Onex a phoenix down.

The Door to the tavern banged open and a man in Silver plated armor walked in. he stood 6" his helmet in his right hand and his left hand resting on his sword he carried at his side. his hair a dark brown reached down to his eyes. which were a bright Green.

Looking around the man noticed all the old Golems that were in charge of keeping the Tavern a safe and friendly place, now lie in ruins. shaking his head, the man walks to the bar and asks for a mug of Ale.

Hearing someone stand behind him the Man turned around. looking the man up and down the Duke walked towards the other man.

"I am Duke Senturu. Commander of the Imperial Army. Who might you be?"

Pulling a chair from the table in the corner in front of the other man and sitting down.

"And Please do tell me about your Great Roleplaying Revival."

Sitting and listening to Sir. Charley Statler, Senturu could only nod and agree that his ideas were truly noble. once Charley finished Senturu began to adjust his helmet by setting it on the table. Upon the Helmet could be seen the crest of the Royal Family of Honor the true King of the Free World. the Crest showed a Tree. the Tree of Eternia

"Your offer is most generous. but im afraid that i am not an expert at role playing in fact you could say i am mediocre. so i doubt it would be worth your time, and mine to teach those who do not wish to learn."

Taking a sip of the Ale that was brought to him Senturu closed his eyes.

"the saying goes, You can lead a horse to water but you cant make it drink."

Opening his eyes Senturu started intently at Charley

"i am a Fighter. i am no teacher. if i am to teach your students the ways of Role Play then they will learn through my ways."

*Garret strolls in looking around, heads to bar and orders a pint of stout*   "ahh, tis far past time I visited this fine establishment that my leader Duke Drakos started  so many moons ago" 

 *Lifts tankard in salute* "Cheers Drakos, thank you for this fine meeting place"

*a lone figure in a monks cloak with the hood pulled low over his face enters and moves to the end of the bar far from the other patrons and waits quietly for the bartender*

'A mug of Dr. Brown's Celray here please' the stranger says in a low voice, 'in a glass with ice, if you have it,'  the stranger bows his head and lets the hood fall even further over his face.

*comes into the tavern* *wearing black with a pipe in his mouth sits by the fire*
 relaxes.....shouts*
finest ALE FOR ALL
*throws a bag of gold onto the table.

[[OOC: HEY THAT IS NOT IN RP FORMAT!]]

*Looks at the man dressed as a monk*

"Good day sir,  welcome to the tavern."

*Turns to Septim*

"I heard that he was some amazing strategist from awhile back, but it could just be more gossip.  Nice to see you here."

lol monk!? i aint no monk. yes i was the strategist. still am but im keeping myself low. back in era 24-28. im shocked many still remeberd me.

*smokes the pipe* ahhh this is the life. all of us killing each other going for power and just to explore and have fun ^_^