Trog's Tavern CLXVII

[Vhaidara]

Artemis looks at Kelanar
I don't believe we've met.

(Two. This will be big.)

[Narmoth]

So, Lilith, you are not happy that your friend isn't dead like you thought?

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok comesout of deadtime, mumbling a profanity and something about the NPCs watching over the tavern.

[Narmoth]

No, I'm new in town. Still, since you seem to know Lilith, the person i was talking to, it seemed kind of rude not to greet you

[Pwenet]

Cracking his neck, Pwenet mumbles something about deadtime and uncomfortable beds, and makes his way over to Lillith.

"Any word on the good-for-agony Raril there?

[Narmoth]

(OOC: Lord Magtok, you might want to finish the thread (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=41691&page=30)we had conversation in, so it doesn't stay back in time:smallsmile: )

[Vhaidara]

Well then, let us be properly introduced. I am Artemis, formerly Lilith's indirect superior.

(One. That's a very bad place to be right now.)

[Narmoth]

I'm Kelanar (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=2844554&postcount=493). I'm kind of a freelancer. In the knowledge and backstabbing business, that is.

[Artemis97]

((why are you counting Bookboy? I sense something bad is about to happen))

"He's still in jail as far as I know. Draken never said how long he would be there. But I'm sure he'll wander in here eventually."

[Pwenet]

"Okay, just wanted to make sure his 'Welcome back from the dead' party didn't start yet."

Pwenet starts eating the orange, skin and all.

[Vhaidara]

(Check the AMEN base thread. E's "goodwill" present just became revenge from the grave.)

(E to Lilith only.)
Booyah! It worked!

(Artemis)
Then you're unwelcome.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok pauses for a moment, and sends a message to some robot at the volcano lair. Next, he orders a drink and tries to figure out how quickly the cops would react if he were to suddenly open fire on them with a Max Payne-esque leap.

[Narmoth]

Yes, I'm shure I'll miss your welcome when I find your poison in my cup.

[blackout]

<_< >_> Well, I'm going to go...I dunno...do stuff... Moose backs out of the tavern.

[Lord Magtok]

For some reason, Magtok suddenly snaps.

That cuttlefish-headed bastard!

He yells a few profanities, and then vanishes.

[Pwenet]

Pwenet raises an eyebrow at the outburst.

"I wonder what happened with him?"

[Vhaidara]

Lilith can see E raise his hand.

[Artemis97]

Lillith looks up, slightly dissapointed. "Moose? Where are you going?"

Seeing that E was the "cuttlefish headed bastard" She giggles.

[Narmoth]

Is something happening, Lilith?

[Artemis97]

she shrugs. "I don't know, he must not have been comfortable with our discussion, He's still trying to get used to this place I think."

[Narmoth]

I didn't thing about Moose. He seems as one of the more normal persons when it comes to this taverns patrons says Kelanar, looking at E and the empty chair of Magtok
(OOC: edited to take in account E's undetectability)

[Pwenet]

"Maybe to normal. I wonder if he would try to give a warning to Raril. Isn't that what normal people do, warn each other of things?"

[Narmoth]

You see it as a bad thing to warn someone? I'm afraid I can't say that I agree.

[Artemis97]

((I don't think anyone else can see E except Lillith, he's kind of a ghost right now.))

"That human had better pray that he doesn't warn Raril, or I shall become quite angry with him."

[Vhaidara]

(She's got it on the nail. Actually, it's a bit more complex. This form is E's soul, which is simply projecting him out of the ring, which is one of his lich-thingies.)

[Pwenet]

"True. What I meant was warning someone over something that they may not know of the full details of, if what is planned is justified, if it will be minor, or if it would even happen."

[Narmoth]

I hope you don't expect me to understand this argument, for it is, total ilithid ass giberish

[Pwenet]

Pwenet blinks at himself, and at the remains of the orange, the shakes his head.

"Curses lousy deadtime. Sorry. Need more deadtime it seems."

Pwenet fades into deadtime.

[Artemis97]

Lillith just gives the assassin a confused look.

[Vhaidara]

Very nice.

(Remember, only Lilith can hear anything in pink, unless in italics, in which case I'l specify who can hear it.)

[Pwenet]

Pwenet unfades from deadtime and shakes his head.

"There, that's better."

[blackout]

Moose walks back in to Trog's. Hey, Lillith, guess who I got? :smallbiggrin:

[Draken]

Draken snaps out of deadtime.

Umm... great. That was a long deadtime.

(Raril was imprisoned only for the night, 6 hours, he should be free right now.)

[Vhaidara]

Shadowbow wanders in, looking very worried.

[Artemis97]

Lillith raises an eyebrow and is about to ask "who?" wehn Raril steps in, blinking a lot to readjust his eyes. She smiles broadly. "Raril!"

[Pwenet]

Pwenet looks over at Raril, and frowns slightly.

[blackout]

:smallamused: I do believe you owe me, Lillith, for saving you the trouble of getting him outta there yourself...especially seeing as how I got attacked by a certain psychotic lizard-monster. :smallannoyed: He looks at Shadowbow almost accusingly.

[Vhaidara]

Artemis turns.
You've got a lot of pain to experience. I've been "dying" to see you.
The cloth around his heart is still red.

[Draken]

And I still want an explanation for that whole loss of time.

[Artemis97]

Lillith smiles wickedly, "Why, thank you, Moose. That was very sweet of you."

Raril looks around at his friends, and notices he's not getting a too friendly reception, especially from his guildmaster. He gives moose a look that clearly says 'traitor' and tries to go back out the door.

[Vhaidara]

Shadowbow has stumbled over to it, clutching his forehead.

[Pwenet]

Pwenet steps in front of Raril as he is able to leave.

"Words we shall have, outside, now."

Pwenet's right hand forms into a fist, the joints popping audibly.

[blackout]

Whoa, people, save some for the guy in that battlesuit-thing, he said he wanted to smack him around too, remember? :smallamused: And gimme some time to sell tickets.

[Artemis97]

Raril continues to back out the door, knowing that the batt;e suited man could be no one other than his former commander, who he had tried to kill on multiple occasions. The drow stumbles into the streets.

Meanwhile Lillith calmly stands and picks up Raril things, walking to the exit.

[Pwenet]

Pwenet exits the Tavern into the Streets as well.

[The Black Prince]

Nick comes back from deadtime and continues to drink scotch, he's a little tipsy by now.

[Vhaidara]

Shadowbow staggers into the streets, Artemis following, looking over his poisons.

[Narmoth]

Is this the friend you spoke of, Lilith?

[blackout]

Moose, meanwhile, gets a bunch of paper, and scissors, and pencils, and rapidly creates a bunch of tickets labled "Drow Shakedown, Admit One" and follows.

[Draken]

Draken goes after Pwenet, also, a metalic glean is seens sliding from inside his cape and into his hands, forming a staff.

[Artemis97]

The fiendish woman nods and follows everyone out into the streets.

[Narmoth]

Not much entertaining here.
Kelanar is about to exit the street, then sees a wooden rapier on the wall. He grabs it and walks out.

[The Black Prince]

As Nick becomes more drunk he begins to tell a sob story, I just... just miss them so much, why.... why, why must it end like this? Why is God so cruel, what did I do to offend him, I have done nothing more than the next man, why??....?.?.?...?

[Pwenet]

Pwenet enters, buys a drink, pays double the price for the glass and exits Trog's.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok enters the tavern, with an odd gleam in his red eye.

[metakirb]

Coronox looks over at magtok as he enters, then turns back to his drink

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok notices the glance, and stares at coronox coldly, before ordering a Corymrian Fireamber and turning to watch the police guarding the tavern.

[Narmoth]

Kelanar enters, with a badge saying "assassin for hire" and asks for a towel and a bucket of water. He takes a seat in the corner and cleans his horseman's pick.
Then he orders a bottle of vine

[metakirb]

coronox ignores the stare, though he smiles to himself, finisheing his drink he orders another

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok heads over to cops, and begins having a conversation with them, discussing the Town's current political situation, some details about the unfortunate events that occured at the rally, etc.

[Narmoth]

Kelanar examines the wooden rapier he took. Then returns it to the counter.

[metakirb]

Coronox vanishes

[Narmoth]

(OOC: Kelanar deadtimes)

[thehothead]

The lone backpacker enters, and see's nick. He walks over and sits down next to him.

It's easier to deal with if you tell someone else.

[Nightwing]

*Terrance sits down next to Nick*

I no it seams bad but look on the bright side: Chances are that you were not sent here at random. In fact, I think your ancestor and your wifes ancestor might have lived here. God is cruel but fate has a Sense of humor. Terence says sounding just like Shawn Connery.

[thehothead]

...That was stupid I mean not very helpful. I hardly remember anything from where I was before, but I still know it's not very helpful.

[Nightwing]

I was sent from the future too. My ancestor lives here.

[thehothead]

I recognize what he's wearing I think I came from there too. It wasn't the future of this place, because magic wasn't common.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

The small alien creature, named Xwell, sprints in and under a table, watching the humans.

[Osnagard]

Sorry walks into the tavern and looks around at the people inside.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

Xwell remembers seeing sorry, and makes a louch screching noise as he slides back farther into darkness.

[Osnagard]

The scream alerts Sorry to Xwell's location and she goes over to look at him. "Here, kitty.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

Xwell sees the girl and realizes she dosen't look evil as of now, and creeps fowards on all fours, making a small chirping noice.

[Osnagard]

"Good kitty, nice kitty.", Sorry pockets the bloody bayonette she was holding ((sorry forgot to mention she had that, but it's gone now so it's no longer a threat)) and attempts to pet Xwell

[Carrion_Humanoid]

Xwell chirps more, sounding a little like a pur, as he rubs against Sorries leg.

[Osnagard]

Sorry continues petting and praising and then attempts to pick Xwell up.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

Xwell allows Sorry to pick him up, still purring.

[Osnagard]

Sorry walks over to Terrance, Nick and the other man and holds up Xwell, "Does this kitty belong to any of you?" She seems genuinly concerned.

[thehothead]

No is it lost? That's the expertise of someone I know.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"Mrrrrrip?" Xwell chimes, questionable about why he is being held up to others.

[The Black Prince]

((All right, who's still talkin' to me?))

And who would you be? It's been ages since I've seen a good 'ole Brit
Nick says still staring into blank space

[Osnagard]

"Just wonderin', and I found him under a table", Sorry thinks for a minuite and then shoves Xwell into the lap of the man who just spoke to her. "You can keep him anyway."

((just wondering, but does Xwell look anything at all like a cat, not that it would matter much to Sorry, yesterday she mistook a kobald for a puppy))

[thehothead]

I don't remember me, but I remember seeing clothes like that. On posters. And once a man wearing them came to our meeting of... something.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

((No, He looks humanoid, with very stringy limbs and you can see his ribs and he has no organs, four eyes, and a large head, no fur.)) Xwell gets out of the mans lap. "Okay, Im bored now, I'm gunna get a drink now." He says in a high pitched voice.

[thehothead]

The lone backpacker lets the thing out of his lap.

Sorry confuses him VERY much.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

Xwell nods and he seems to disappear.

[Osnagard]

"Aww, it's gone now, sorry. I'm Sorry! What's your name?"

[Nightwing]

I am captain Terence Parkinson. King regiment, British secret service, MI6.

[The Black Prince]

I'm Major Nick Andrews of the Special Forces of the Army of the United States. At your service.

((Do you live in Britain or do you just like brits?))

[Nightwing]

((US. I wish I was British. This character is the towns James bond.)

[The Black Prince]

((Any dialogue there perhaps?))

[Nightwing]

((What?))

*Barracuda walks in*

Attention all! If you wish to fight off AMEN and The TDI come to the old abandoned bar and join the order of anarchy!

[Osnagard]

Sorry decides to take the bayonette out of her pocket and clean it on the nearest peice of cloth available, the table cloth.

"Cool, what's a British? or a United States?"

[thehothead]

I don't remember my name.

Britian is a country, brits are people who live there, the United States is another country

[Carrion_Humanoid]

Samson enters, a box in his hands, as he places it on the floor, he stands on it. "PEOPLE! JOIN THE GREAT ORDER OF ANARCHY!" He yells, he clears his throught and continues "We have taken the Police station by sheer force, with more, we can take the whole TOWN!" He shouts, proudly showing a carving on his chest of the anarchy symbol. "To join, simply approach me!"

[The Black Prince]

They're Countries on the planet Earth. They're the two strongest and best.

[Nightwing]

Stop upstaging me! *He leaves*

As I said earlier, I think you ancestor live here. Do you wish for me to help you find them?

[The Black Prince]

Although America is a bit Better than Britain. @ Terence Uhh, sure, might as well.

[Nightwing]

Ha! I would like to see you prove that!

[Osnagard]

Sorry nods, soaking in the knowledge.

Then she turns to the newcomers, "But if you're in charge it's not anarchy anymore is it mister?"

She finnishes cleaning the blade and begins playing with it absently.

"wait... what's Earth?"

[thehothead]

Earth.

He falls to the ground, images flashing in his head.

A blue and green circle, wreathed in white, against a black background dotted with stars.
A man, standing in white plastic clothing, taking off a huge helmet with a weirdly colored faceplate.
A group of people talking at a campfire.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"Sorry, I didn't hear your answer, so I came. . ." Samson thinks, "Besides, two is better than one!" Samson chuckes as he sees sorry. "By the five, the pycho again!"

[The Black Prince]

Earth is a planet in the Milky Way Galaxy, @ Terence, why Scotland's better than the rest of the U.K. combined, Scotland = Just, just under America.

[Nightwing]

((Barracuda already left. He is back at the police station))

Can you use a gun?

[thehothead]

((And nobody cares about someone fainting? Thanks a lot.))

[The Black Prince]

I could blow your head off from four hundred yards with a pistol, Can I use a gun? I'm in the U.S. army we actually train.

[Osnagard]

Sorry then recgonises Samson, "Oh it's you, one of the bad men. Why arn't you in jail?" Sorry thinks about what the others are saying and decides she doesn't understand a word of it.

[Nightwing]

Than I propose we go to the shooting range. I bet I'm better with a gun.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"You tried to kill me, and yes, I realize the Irony of the ORDER of ANARCHY, which is the Order of the Lack of Order, but still, the name is our group name, not the actual Government, We are a Monarchy of sorts" Samson says, keeping his hand on the pistol. "Why are YOU not in jail?"

[The Black Prince]

Yeah right, let's go. Uhh, where do you propose, unless you've been here longer than me we'll need to ask for directions.

[thehothead]

The lone backpacker continue lying on the ground after he fainted.

[Nightwing]

I know were it is. Fallow me.

*He leaves*

((I will pull up the thread))

[Osnagard]

"Because I didn't do anythign wrong.", She smiles widely not even trying to hide the "I'm guilty and got away with it" look on her face.

Then she gurst out laughing, "I like it, but it should be comunistic, just to make it complete."

[The Black Prince]

Nick follows

((I'll find it eventually, to the Streets!))

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"Well I'll tell you what kid, you join, You'll start as a recruiter, which is the highest person in the Order, besides me, Though I should make more positions." Samson thinks, "Just don't kill us, and you should be able to keep doing what you want, no cops n' all."

[Osnagard]

"Umm....", She thinks for a bit, "No thanks!"

The blade of the bayonette flips up and Sorry is jumping towards Samson.

"Feel free to check out the new Church of Shadows though." Sorry says as she thrusts her knife arm outwards and upwards.

[Admiral_Kelly]

Three rebels see this happen. One of them shouts "Stop before someone gets hurt!"

[thehothead]

And then he comes to.
As the lone backpacker rises to his feet, he starts sobbing.
I remember something.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

Samson dosen't move, but the knife clinks off of Samsons bandages, One above his eyes slide down. "Um. . . No." Samson says as he raises a shotgun and fires at her.

[Osnagard]

Sorry teleports behind Samson, puts the knife in a pocket then attempst to break samson's neck.

The shotgun misses due to the teleportation.

[thehothead]

The lone backpacker doesn't notice any of this.

My name, I just missed it.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

As Sorry's hands reach around Samsons Neck(or head), A bandage connects to his spine and neck, making it unbreakable, while four other bandages try to take hold of Sorry.

[Admiral_Kelly]

The three rebels rush over to the fight.

"That's enough! Break it up now and we might drop the charges."

[Carrion_Humanoid]

Samsons bandages turn towards the rebels, just his bandages in the shape of his face, creepy. "Haha? Who are you? The new "Law"? We'll take you like I took to REAL POLICE"

[Osnagard]

Sorry teleports again, appears next to the bar, picks up a handfull of steak knives and disapears, teleporting up into the rafters.

[thehothead]

The lone backpacker runs out, still sobbing.

BaldAxeDude walks in shortly aftrtwords, then stands in shock at the sight of Samson's bandages.
Another one?

[Admiral_Kelly]

The rebel is unamused. He pulls out a revolver on Samsons. "Listen, buddy. Close-ranged shot if you try to attack me. Now are you going to go peacefully or do I have to turn you in?"

[thehothead]

BAD's axe shifts to block of everyone except him and Samson.

Where did you get those?

[Nightwing]

*Barracuda walks in. He is wearing a suit of armor. there is a laster cannon on chest and two rotating machine guns on his shoulders. He fires of all the guns at the people attacking Samson*

[Osnagard]

Several steak kinves fall from the ceiling, pointed blade down, one for each of the reblls and one for Samson.

[thehothead]

((Of course he can't tell who that would be, because a seemingly metal object is blocking Samson and BAD off from the veiw of everyone.))

The steak knife hits the top of said metal object.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

Samson, his bandages latching onto him again, looks at sorry. "Your Teleportation leaves a path of you IME,(Individual, Magic Effect), and I can trace that same thing." Creepy then turns towards the rebel and draws a bigger revolver, and a sleek balck pistol. "Please put those away, kid"

[thehothead]

Of course he can't see them, just BAD because everyone else is blocked off

[Admiral_Kelly]

The knives fall down upon all three rebels and kill them. A woman screams and the other rebels see they're dead comrades, the girl in the rafters, and the guy with the machine guns.

Um, boss, we have a bit of a problem...

On my way.

[thehothead]

The metal object begins to get smaller in Samson's vicinity.
TELL ME WHERE YOU GOT THEM!

[Admiral_Kelly]

The rebels decide that the safety of those inside comes first. "EVERYBODY OUT OF THE TAVERN!" The rebels and several citizens rush out of Trog's and into the streets.

[Osnagard]

Sorry teleports down and hides amongst the crowd, leaving wiht them if she's not noticed.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"Got what?" Sam says to the stranger. Creepy turns towards Sorry "I CAN TRACE YOU!" He yells at her.

[Nightwing]

*Deadtime for Barr*

[thehothead]

The bandages.
seeing how it seems everyone has left or deadtimed, the metal morphs back into the axe in BAD's hand.
You obviously don't controll it as well as I do, but it seems the same to me.

[Osnagard]

Sorry seems to have managed to escaped the eyes of the rebels and continues though the door pretending to be a NPC.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"The bandages? you mean Creepy? Bought 'em cuz of. . . People." Samson says, Creepy Returns with the 'not as well controled' with "Controlled? I am my own being! I could get off of Sammy if I felt like it."

[thehothead]

Then I was mistaken. I thought they may have been something similar to this.

BAD brandishes his axe, which promptly morphs into a number of things, grows longer, changes color, and other things.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok comes out of deadtime, and teleports away.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"Am I no different?" Creepy says as he streaches out his bandages, changes colors, the toughness of the material and then jumps off of Samson, but then jumps back on.

[thehothead]

Your sentient. Which, to my expeirence, this is not.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"Still, what is your name?"

[thehothead]

I don't tell people it. But I go by BaldAxeDude.

[Admiral_Kelly]

Rivo enters the tavern, backed by several rebels. He sees the bodies on the floor.

"Alright, who killed these men? I want answers; now."

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"A 10 year old named Sorry." Samson says to the rebels, "So are you for, or against the police?" Samson asks BAD.

[Admiral_Kelly]

"Why should I believe-"

"It's true, sir! A sadistic 10-year-old has been killing individuals for the past couple of weeks."

"Okay then. What are you two still doing here then?"

[thehothead]

Against everyone

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"Ah, alright" Samson then looks around, then at the mug "Um. . . I didn't finish my drink?"

[thehothead]

Go ahead, I'm gone.

BAD leaves.

[Admiral_Kelly]

Rivo walks forward and sees they are doing nothing wrong "All right, everything seems to be fine. If you find this girl, tell me immediately." he walks out of the tavern and some rebels pick up the bodies while twelve enter the tavern to the usual posts.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"Freaking retarted 'the law'" Samson says as he throws the mug at the wall, breaking it and spilling it, then walking to the bar, then to the Police Station.

[Artemis97]

There a loud *POP* and Lillith, Moose, and Pwenet appear in the Tavern.

[Pwenet]

Pwenet stumbles.

"Going to be a while before I get used to that there."

[blackout]

:smallamused: Man, I never get tired of that.

[Pwenet]

"Then you are either a braver or more foolish man than myself."

[blackout]

Nope, I'm just a sick bastard. :smallamused:

[Pwenet]

"That works also."

Pwenet fades away into deadtime.

((G'Night))

[Artemis97]

"I'm going to say he's the last two." Lillith giggles and walks up to the bar.

[blackout]

Moose follows Lillith to the bar, and orders a drink.

[thehothead]

The lone backpacker stumbles back in.

Earth. That's what it was called earth.
Cheerful
That's right I need to be cheerful. Not caught in the past, cheerful

[blackout]

Moose is already on his seventh drink, and he turns to Lillith. He's clearly drunk. Y'know, Lil, you-you should be in-in magazines. And not the cheap ones.

And he falls into deadtime.

((Night, everyone. ))

[Artemis97]

((goodnight))

Lilith just laughs at the poor pilot. She's been drinking the stronges thing in the house and remained completely sober. The winged woman smiles at the backpacker as he enters. "Cheerful is good."

[thehothead]

The lone backpacker starts heading to a corner to sit alone.

Friendly

He turns around, and sits next to Lillith

Hello

[Artemis97]

Lillith smiles. "Hi, I haven't seen you in here before. Are you new in Town?"

[thehothead]

Yes. First I've seen of civilization in I forget how long.

[Artemis97]

"Prefer the wild outdoors? I'm more of a city person myself, there's so much more trouble to get into here." the fiend giggles wickedly.

[thehothead]

Used too. I was lost.

[Artemis97]

"Hmm.. well, I hate to say it, but there's no way back now. This is the Town, you can come from anywhere, but getting back is extremely tricky."

[thehothead]

Walk out of the city limits. No one ever does.

[Artemis97]

She shrugs. "They're probably afraid to try. People just up a dissapear, never heard form again. It's a frightening prospect for some."

[thehothead]

Saw someone who had laeft for several years, then came back. Went by some acronym.

Why aren't I being friendly? oh yeah, honest.

[Artemis97]

Lillith shakes her head. "I don't know anyone who goes by an Acronym, sorry."

[thehothead]

Bald dude with a big axe.

And I'm not trying to get back. I don't even remember anything about back. Just a few glimpses. And those glimpses are what I base my actions on.

[Artemis97]

Lillith nods. "I've seen him. He attacked a friend of mine a while back. I don't know why." She then deadtimes.

[thehothead]

That seems to just be what he does.

[Who]

*Accompanied by a vwhorping noise a blue box appears in the corner of the room and out of it step Who and K9*

Afternoon all

[gnomas]

a gnome, with a lute acros his back and a rapier at his side, enters the tavern. he looks around wide-eyed, then walks up to the bar and orders 3 drinks.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

Samson walks in, a large grin across his face. "Who wishes to join the Great Order of Anarchy?"

[gnomas]

gnomas looks up from his first drink.

so, they DO have organizations in this town. he thinks.

((edit: oops got to go, be back soon))
the gnome then falls into deadtime.

[blackout]

Moose comes out of deadtime, still drunk from last night, and spins in circles on his little bar stool. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee- He falls off. Wow, air tastes like ground.

[Carrion_Humanoid]

"Ugh, bunch of drunks." Samson says, thinking. "WE ARE STATIONED IN A BAR, ALONG WITH THE POLICE STATION!"

[metakirb]

Kertath walks in, looking confused at moose he orders a drink and sits down

[blackout]

He remains unconcious for a few moments...and then wakes up. ....Ow. Hangover from hell.

[Artemis97]

Lillith looks down at Moose and laughs. "We don't get hangovers in Hell. We're immune."

[blackout]

:smallannoyed: Lucky you.

[Artemis97]

The fiend gives him a sympathetic look. "Do you need a healing spell?"

[metakirb]

hangovers? what exactly is a hangover? we didn't have alcohol on Sel terath so i haven't a clue...

[blackout]

I'll be fine, it'll pass...y'know, the town really DOES need a military, I mean, you got everything else.

[Artemis97]

"We had one it didn't work out too well." Lillith looks over to the Seraphim. "Want to try some?"

[Xerillum]

Xerillum pops in through the wall. I tried to create a town army once. nobody joined. He leaves, and a small boy walks in, with a knapsack on his back. A glass of root beer flies towards him. Xerillum notices him, and comes back in .

[blackout]

Well, that's the thing with new militaries, they never work out as intended at first.

Moose gets some coffee, puts what look like pills into it and then drinks it.

[metakirb]

Kertath lifts his own glass

Already got some, but thanks for the offer

[Artemis97]

Lillith nods. "Hmm, don't drink too much. I'm not sure if you celestials can handle it."

[metakirb]

i would not say i'm a celestial, even if i was i would not deserve the title

[Artemis97]

"Oh, why not?"

[blackout]

I don't even know what a celestial is! What are they?

[Xerillum]

Xerillum gives the boy the two knives. They and the boy both glow white. Xerillum watches. The boy pints the black knife at Xerillum, and Xerillum dies. he points the silver one at him, and Xerillum is ressurected. He alternates between them, laughing.

[Artemis97]

Lillith points to herself. "Fiend" then points to Kertath "Celestial, heavans" and back to her self. "And hells"

[metakirb]

for one my race gave up the "celestial" status to live peacefully away from troubles of others, secondly, i'm a murderer... so many have died at my hands for thier souls, many did nothing wrong, alot were on the verge of dieing, and it took away thier pain, but it still isn't right

He looks down at the floor

i don't deserve to be called celestial...

[blackout]

Ah. Ok, makes sense.

[Artemis97]

Lillith narrows her eyes at Kertath. "And I have saved lives, and yet I am still a fiend. We are what we are, but that does not define who we are."

[Narmoth]

A man stumbles into the tavern and falls on his face on the floor. He is covered by blood and dirt and has burn-marks on his skinn. He wears a torn black coat and a once silvercollored damaged armour with a big, bloody hole over his heart.
He has a 2 handed sword strapped to his back and a beautifully decorated storm bolter hanging from his belt.

[metakirb]

On Sel terath one was defined by thier actions, which may be why i was exiled...

[Xerillum]

The kid stops playing with the Zen, and he heals the guy.

[Artemis97]

Lillith watches, willing to help with healing if needed.

[blackout]

Moose notices the storm bolter, and wonders if this guy comes from a society similar to his own. It looks like an advanced weapon...

[Narmoth]

The man slowly rises. His burn-marks have started to fade away. He cast a mad gaze around the tavern, his eyes not really fixing on anything. The stormbolter falls from his belt on the ground, disharging one last, explosive silver round that ends with an explosion in the wall.

[Artemis97]

Lillith wraps her wings around herself to protect herself from the blast.

[Narmoth]

He turns to Lilith, his gaze still not quite fixing on her and screams with a voice as cold as winter rain:
You! You can't escape me anymore! Now you will pay for your evil, demon!
He draws his 2-handed sword. It glows menasingly of total destruction

[blackout]

Crap!Moose dives behind the bar.

[metakirb]

Kertath draws his seraph longsword incase anything happens

[blackout]

Moose reaches for his sidearm, comes out from behind the bar, gets in front of Lillith, and aims for the guy's head. Bring it.

[Artemis97]

Lillith doesn't make any hostile moves, but does make a small suggestion. "I am not the demon you are looking for. We have never met before."

[metakirb]

Kertath looks over at lilith

could be a minion or something, anyone after ya who has alot of influence?

[Narmoth]

The madman sidesteps Moose and sends his sword in a powerfull swing against Liliths neck.
Anyone looking for it might sence that the sword radiates strongly of magic. Strong enough for an artifact.

[metakirb]

Kertath reacts to this with incredible speed, he quickly swings his sword down to attempt to knock the mans sword away

[Artemis97]

Fortunately, Lillith's speed almost matches her beauty and she ducks the strike rolling over the bar to safety. She draws her own longsword, holding it in a defensive position. "I don't want to have to hurt you!"

[Narmoth]

He turns just as fast as Lilith, his mind clearly bent on not letting her slip away from his sword, that he gracefully manage to turn in midair for a new blow.

He looks at Lilith, this time his gaze fixes on her face:
No! You're not...
His sword falls to the ground, it's glow gone.
I'm... I... I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I misstok you for another.
Oh, no! I've could have killed you! Ehm... This is all my fault. How can I ever make this up to you?

[blackout]

Moose smacks the guy upside the head. Alright, psycho, what's the big deal?

[metakirb]

great, one who apologizes after trying to KILL someone, give me a good reason why i shouldn't take your soul right now?

[Artemis97]

Lillth lowers her sword. "It's alright. Honestly, I'm surprised nothing like this has happened sooner."

((And it's time for a new thread, I'll go make it.))

[Narmoth]

Huh? He turns to Moose.
I'm sorry. This is a big missunderstanding. I understand that all are upset here. I just... turns back to Lilith
I understand if you won't forgive me. I should really not have started this...
I should have made sure it was the rigth person before I attacked.