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Rogan finishes the wine and starts reading in his own spellbook.

After a few minutes, he walks outside. He grabs a handfull of mud and walks back in. He places the mud on the floor and starts to mutter: "Dae en Iox ane jy In Baal". He then takes a pail of water and pours it on the mud. A few seconds later, the mud starts to grow and begins to take the shape of a human.

"My Golem spell" Rogan announces as he buys another Nortshore Red bottle.

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Horses...dangerous in both ends and uncomfortable in the middle

Just them Lindor walked in.

"GOLEM!!!" he yelled, and then charged at the beast with both blades draw. Rogan stepped into Lindor's path and held up the hand that wasn't clenching the wine.

"Don't worry, I raised it. I have complete control." Rogan said.

Lindor looked at Rogan, he wasn't comforted by Rogan's proclamation. Then he looked to the golem standing passively behind Rogan. Then back to Rogan, who was dropping his hand and bringing the wine glass back up to his mouth. Then back to the golem, who had it's hand raised and was about to squish Rogan flat.

Wratho finds himself in the Tavern after a long day at work.
A barbarian horde atttacking a village had to be driven away, an evil mage harassing some hapless peasants had to be killed, and on top of all, he was locked inside a magical artifact for two months.
"What I need now is some beer," mutters Wratho and grabs the nearest bottle. The locals ignores Wratho in his corner. Wratho regards the locals with intrest, as always, as he empties another bottle.
A friendly man seats himself besides Wratho. "Hi. I'm new to the place and would like some directions."
"Uh, sorry. I don't know anything, just drinking. Hard day at work, ye know."
"Oh, I see sorry to have interrupted you. Oh, it's something at your back, wait I'll smash it. In the blink of an eye, Wratho cathches the mans arm and squeezes it. The dagger he was holding falls to the floor.
"No backstabbing for me please," Wratho smiles. "You were one hell of an amateur. I'll perhaps let you live..."
Wrathos sixth sense screams alarm, and Wratho throws himself to the ground right on time. Another assassin standing in a corner with a shortbow did almost pierce his head with an arrow. Wratho draws Frostlightning from its sheat.
"Clumsy assassins from Tygon," he groans. "Can't I ever get rid of you?"
Wratho runs through the room in three steps, swings Frostlightning and stabs the bowcarrying assassin as he tries to escape.
"Next!" Wratho mutters, turns around and is met with steel.
The first assassin had a sword hidden somewhere.
"You're no match for Frostlightning, and you know it," Wratho says. "Get out and spend your life at women and beer instead."
The fight is sooon over, and Wratho takes his last beer.
"Now I'll find that damned Tygon and deal with him for good. Those assassins are a pain in the neck!" He flips some coins to the bartender. "Sorry 'bout the mess."

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All E.T:s aren't nice.

[This message has been edited by Wratho (edited 04-06-2001).]

"Very nice show, Theo... not exactly sure what use it has, but very interesting spell. What do you think Katze?" Talos said.

Katze replied, "Very nice spell, but looks like some control problems with the dead guy... I'd say 8/10."

"I feel like such a unique spell deserves a higher rating, but I can't go around letting patrons (especially such good paying ones) get killed. I'll give 7/10," Talos said, "Slayer, as for yours: very useful looking. However, the fire problem is pretty bad. I'm just glad that you didn't light a bar support on fire. 6.5/10."

"I can't make up my mind... Slayer, can you turn into animals other than lions? Say, a fire-breathing chipmunk?" Katze asked.

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Rulir walks into the tavern.

"Hi everyone, I just want to spread the word about the ancient library I dug up around the corner. I've got tons of books that include all types of ancient druidic and mage-magics. Open 24-7, well at least it will be when I get an assistant to help work there (hint, hint). Say, are you haveing a spell contest?"

"Yeah. Wanna try?" said Slayer.

"Sure, why not." Rulir said.

"This should be good." said a patron with a smirk.
Rulir gives him a look before placing his hands on the ground. [enter: tense but cool sounding music] His eyes and fingertips turn green (nature-green, not eerie green) after he mutters a few incantations.
Suddenly, the floor cracks open and several vines reach up and turn to face the patron. He turns to run but the vines reach and pull him above the ground. From out of the crack, a giant venus fly trap head (think: little shop of horrors) emerges and opens it's gaping maw. The vines lift the patron above the mouth, and suddenly everything falls silent as the vines stop where they are. [pause tense music]
"Was that good?" asked Rulir in a non-shalantly sort of way.
The patron doesn't even manage to get a word out of his mouth, so he nods franticly instead.
"I thought as much." said Rulir, and with a wave of his hand sent the patron flying into a wall (not so hard that it breaks the wall though).
The giant plant dips back into the ground, pulling the broken boards back into sync over the hole, totally repairing it.

"It's not a bad spell, but you may not want to step on the floor for a few days until it heals."

*Theo, now who has a (registered ) alter persona *

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How many licks does it
take to get to the center
of a tootsie pop? 786, I
counted.

"Bravo Rulir!" Talos said, "Excellent overall, but a little faulty about the floorboards..." Talos pointed to the floorboards which had fallen in, revealing a crevice below. "Hey, what is that down there?" Talos continued, "Looks like a cave. Well, just on the spell itself, 7.5/10."

"I agree," Katze said.

"Anyone want to help me see what's down in that crevice? It looks pretty deep... I can't see the bottom," Talos offered.

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Then Grapper gets up and walks over to the crevice.He takes out a rope and ties it to something and slowly makes his way down into the crevice with others following.

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Grapper reaches the bottom of the rope, and then realizes that the cave floor still isn't in view. Crawling back up the rope and telling everyone the news, they sit back and think for a moment.

Finally, the local archer fires arrows in a row down the side of the muddy chasam and they are used as a ladder to decend into the depths. Unfortunately, the arrows become aren't to snug in their holds, and few try and make it down into the depths. One of them was:

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"It has to start some time.
It has to start some where.
What better time than now?
What better world than this?" ~Theo Nean Donly~

[This message has been edited by Theo Nean Donly (edited 04-10-2001).]

A young magess who just walked into the tavern. Everyone's eyes followed the beautiful girl's every move, as she made her way down the arrow-ladder...

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Insult of the month:
You are the fattest thing I've ever seen...and I've been on safari!

Wratho finds the crevice and wants to explore it, as he hasn't been on an adventure for hours. He follows the magess down the arrowstair and disappears. "Oh, it's very dark down here," his voice suddenly says. "I can't see anything, yikes, what's this...Oh, sorry my lady, I didn't mean it..."
A flash of lightning is seen down in the abyss, and Wrathos voice disappears.

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All E.T:s aren't nice.
(Most of them are evil green blobs)

Hmmm... I think I'll open up a team story about this...
No need to apologize Theo: I missed the first one all together

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-TheDarkDragon
We beat the snot out of 'em. It's a technical term.
-The Tilford Family

Talos, curious, begins to descend into the depths along the remaining arrows. (Everyone who joins should do so now.)

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Theo walked out of his room and out into the bar. The place was a mess. Beer was a centimeter thick of the floor, tables and chairs were overturned (one covering the hole, blocking off any light to those below), and the patrons were dancing around and having the time of their lives.

"What's going on in here?" asked Theo.

"Talos left!"

Theo wondered how Talos could be so careless, and who would look after the bar, as it was obvious some one needed to. Where was that green frog-ghost?

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"It has to start some time.
It has to start some where.
What better time than now?
What better world than this?" ~Theo Nean Donly~

Zephyr Sigma said, "I'll watch the bar while Talos is gone. I ain't waitin for that miserable little frog I've heard so much about."

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-TheDarkDragon
We beat the snot out of 'em. It's a technical term.
-The Tilford Family

Apparantly, no one looked behind the counter in a small corner, where the ghost frog lived a somewhat foreign living-life. Sensing a usurpation of Talos's powers, he floated out of his cage, allowing everyone to see his -uh- relatively reasonable frog-size.

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Wow, lots of patience there!

I believe I'll stay behind and help run the tavern, I've been here throughout its history. *Theo catches a quick glance from Avatara, somehow recognizing its purpose and its message, and displayed a hint of a smile before he decends.* Good luck down there! *turns to the Zephyr* And did I tell you about this amazing history the tavern has... *the two go into a corner and start chattering. Talos somehow knew that Zephyr's obol sack would be lightened greatly by the time he returned...yes, Zephyr had a lot to learn...*

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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."

[This message has been edited by Avatara (edited 04-11-2001).]

*A seemingly young man weilding an insignificant sword stands up in the corner. With a childish green, he walks over. The patrons judging him to be almost twenty.*

"If you don't mind, I'd like to assist. It would be my first adventure and a great honor to travel with heros reowned across Cythera as you."

*With a puzzled look from Theo, Trundaylan descended into the darkness.*

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"We've added years to life, not life to years."

"Hero renown across cythera?" Theo wonders. Then he looks around the room and sees Avatara and Zephyr in the opposite corner, Avatara talking merrily with Zephyr while reaching quietly into Zephyr's traveling pack under the table.

"Huh, I must have stumbled into the way of a conversation, I must be more carefull next time" he muttered under the stillness of the suddenly quieted bar. The frog was now bouncing on top of one parton who tried to sneak another free beverage. With one final mighty spring of its legs, the man went flying out the door. (the origin of the "bouncer" )

Quickly buying a biscuit and a glass of water, Theo returns to his room for another nap.

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"It has to start some time.
It has to start some where.
What better time than now?
What better world than this?" ~Theo Nean Donly~

Wratho hears the voices of the heroes, talking about exploring the crevice he has ended up in. They're suddenly cut off by a rumbling sound. All Wratho knows is that he's lost somewhere in an all-covering darkness, and can't see a thing.
Once upon a time, Wratho was an apprentice of a wizard, before the wizard was murdered by an Evil Ergathom (and that one didn't live long after that). Wratho does now remember one easy nightvision spell. He prepares himself, and casts it.
At once, the world lightens a bit, though everything around him is grey. The path through wich he came is now blocked by rocks, seperating him from the people on the other side, that, most likely, doesn't know where Wratho has gone. All he can do is to countinue forward.
For safetys sake, Wratho draws Frostlightning…you never know what evils lurk in the depths of the earth, and espescially not underneath The Tavern...

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All E.T:s aren't nice.
(Most of them are evil green blobs)

Katze looks around at the mess that used to be the tavern. She shakes her head in disbelief. "Is that the end of the competition?" she wonders. Then she shrugs, and turns to the patrons. "Well, if anyone's interested in continuing this, I would need another judge." After the following silence she walks over to Avatara and Zephyr, and quietly sits down at their table, listening to what Avatara's telling.

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You cannot expect to be saved in any one thing, person ... Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.
- Ray Bradbury

*Avatara is telling a story about how Slayer had miraculously defeated his clone, and how they had all discovered Tavara's book to begin with. Strangely enough, Avatara was avoiding the places with him in the story. Suddenly Zephyr decides to buy the three of them drinks, followed by another round ten minutes later, and another even before they finished with the first, and another....*

(new meaning to "lightening of the pack")

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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."

Zephyr knows about Avatara's 'talents', but continues to raise Avatara's confidence by allowing his pocket to get picked, and buying drinks for everyone just to be a good sport.


*13 pages??!!??!! wow! ! Too bad I didn't post this on Friday the 13th though
This is gonna make one friggin long chronicle. (Can't you just see it? The Alraeican Tavern, Part 34)*
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-TheDarkDragon
We beat the snot out of 'em. It's a technical term.
-The Tilford Family

[This message has been edited by OctoberFost (edited 04-11-2001).]


[This message has been edited by TheDarkDragon (edited 04-14-2001).]

(Rogan: No, OctoberFost is bribing people with money if they put "edited by OctoberFost" at the end, so people will start thinking he's actually an administrater, rather than just carrying a fancy name under his account ID.)

*Suddenly, Zephyr jumps up hoping to catch Avatara red-handed.*

"Give me back my obols!" he screamed furiously.

"I don't have any obloids of yours." Avatara replied calmly.

"See? He has my whole bag right here." Zephyr grabs Avatara's right hand, which is hunched over the table. It feels surprisingly warmer than most hands. It turns out that it is indeed empty, as is his left hand. There is a strange scorch mark under the table, and a tiny pile of ashes, but no sign of Zephyr's oboloi. "What the..." he stammers as the bar erupts into laughter. Zephyr sits down, embarrassed."



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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."

The frog jumped over to the table, took a good look at the ashes, and performed its only magical spell: the ability to turn anything else into a frog. The pile of ashes was now a frog.

Avatara said, "Damn it, you stupid frog! I was going to do a reversal spell and get the obo-" Zephyr looked at Avatara furiously, ready to attack at any moment.

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"...obolisk that I accidentially incinerated. You see, I had a rare magical artifact that I had collected in one of my travels, and when you grabbed me I unleashed my power without thinking." *Zephyr seemed to calm down, though he wasn't quite believing. When he turned his back, Avatara glared at the frog.*

"Unleashed power...like this!." Avatara raises his right fist, and the frog made out of ashes vaporises in a cloud of smoke. The tavern's wooden floor has been singed away in a hole. Black dirt stared back from the hole in the floor. The frog jumps into the nearest hiding spot it can find. By jumping into Zephyr's drinking cup, full of expensive and fancy ale, the frog just made Zephyr's day...

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"I'm a controversial figure. My friends either dislike me or hate me."