"Of course... It doesn't help when you try to prod them into fighting you by yelling at them," Balance says calmly.

Qesun just rolls his eyes.

((Sesshoumaru... Your character wouldn't happen to look like the guy in your avatar, would it?))

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Serrif:

Reality-(noun) illusion caused by lack of alcohol
Beer(noun) medicine used to relive people from hallucinations

Technoguild

Looks at Azathen and then Qesun "Geez what did I do?" Then sits down back at his own table, then calls to Balance "Hey bartender if you have anymore I'd like some of that there tea myself.

Looks at Azathen ""

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"You dont need to be silent or deadly to be cool" ^_^

*sits silently at the bar, rolling a yarnball back and forth on the counter*

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Ehlonna continues talking with Azthen." Well since Ran'kork left we should not have any problems since he would always start something with the new person in the bar eventhough he is newer than a lot of us." She inspects her wine , sniffs it and then takes a sip.

Looks up from his now empty cup.

"I see. well like I said before I never wish to fight unless provoked by someone." Then looks over at Alex. "And as you have seen here your friend over there should not provoke me."

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silent but deadly is kinda cool

"Hey, I was laughing at the wannabe ninja-elf-assassin-thing over there, not you," Qesun says in response to Azathen. "...Who also likes to pick fights. And throw stuff at you while you're not looking," he says, commenting on Alveric once again.

Balance refills Azathen's cup.

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Serrif:

Reality-(noun) illusion caused by lack of alcohol
Beer(noun) medicine used to relive people from hallucinations

Technoguild

Ehlonna continues talking to Azthen. "Ran'kork could provoke even the peaceful to fight him if he doesn't like them. He doesn't like a lot of people and he lets them know." She takes the last sip of he wine. "Barkeep, one more glass please."

"Thank you" takes a sip of tea then turns slighty to Ehlonna. "This Ran'kork sound like someone everyone should stay away from."

Then fully turns to Ehlonna. "But let me ask you this. Do you think he would ever return here?" Then turns back to his cup and takes another sip of tea. "Or is he someone who stays away when he leaves?"

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silent but deadly is kinda cool

Favarin walks in, glare on his face. Tail swishing and breathing hard he flops down onto a stool and looks at the new barkeeper, "Something hard, surprise me."

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Curse you stumble button!

Balance fills up Ehlonna's glass before mixxing up a double shot of 'Dwarven Powderkeg' for Favarin and placing it front of him.

Qesun takes notice of Favarin's Entrance. "Gods, what's up with you?"

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Reality-(noun) illusion caused by lack of alcohol
Beer(noun) medicine used to relive people from hallucinations

Technoguild

Favarin thanks Balance then looks at Qesun, his face looking less angry already as he takes a sip of the powderkeg, swallowing with a small half-cough complimented by a wiff of steam coming from his nostrils, anyone who was experienced in powderkeg would probably have gone wide-eyed in how easily he took it...though all things considered they might not have too, "A drow that comes in, causes trouble such as this one did, and leaves with a dirty trick like he pulled that gets away miffs me. I'm fine, how are you? when did you get back?"

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Curse you stumble button!

"He might come back but not many people in this bar like him. If he comes back, we might treat him the way that he treats others. But you should not make one person trouble you this place is nice. you know how barbarians are."

Looks up from his tea and slighty looks at Favarin. And then look at Darwin. "Who is that over there. And who is he talking about" Then take his final sip of tea. and places it it front of Balance. "Somemore bartender if you please."

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silent but deadly is kinda cool

And so begins the chronicles of Skippy, the happy go lucky squirrel!

Scuttle.  Scuttle.  Stop.  Look around.  Scuttle.  Scuttle.  Stop.  Look around.  Click.  Push door open.  Scurry in.  Stop.  Look around.  Skippy stops, the small furry squirrle, in front of the bar, looking around the room with his little squirrel eyes.  He made no sound, however, as he looked about, and made no sound as he scuttled across the floor, up the bar stool, and perked himself up in the bar stool.  Then, he proceeded to yell loudly, to everyone in the bar, speaking his mighty squirrel voice echoing in a language that very few understood.  The language... of the squirrels.

"Squeak!  Squeaky, squeakum.  Squeak-squeakem.  Squeaky!  Squeakers, squeakler, squeak!"

Roughly translated...

"Behold!  I am the mighty squirrel overlord.  All will obey my power!  I shall exercise my powerful abilities over you, and then I shall rule over all creatures.  For I am Skippy, the Squirrel Lord!"

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"... if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for Destruction Ice is also great
And would suffice."
- Robert Frost

Stares blankly at Skippy. Then walks over to him trying to avoid Azathen and sits in the stool next to him. "Greeting Mr. Skippy. It is uh very nice to have you hear." Trying not to laugh. "My name is Alex." Then turns slighty to Azathen and then back to Skippy.

"So what brings you hear?"

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"You dont need to be silent or deadly to be cool" ^_^