Basala *DEPRECIATED*

"There was some horseshit with chronomancers." Stu says gruffly.

"I've never seen one in person until today. Just as big an ass as I thought they would be." He sighs.

STYX:
"You both are crazy, you guys haven't left the store since we got back from Alexandria. Every wizard should know that Chronomancy hasn't been taught in centuries. Its a lost magic." Styx pauses for a moment.

"I think you guys are messing with me."

"Studying up on history, eh?" He chuckles. "You say its lost. Lost implies it may be found." Stu goes on to explain the events that occurred.

STYX:
"Well then... How come no one came and got me!" He says after Stu explains.

"It eh... wasn't voluntary." He shrugs

STYX:
"Well shit. I miss everything." Styx says sad.

NIGHTFALL:
"Yeah and there was this big guy and he was coming towards me and brought up his sword and when he brought it down upon me, he missed and then he had to fight without a sword and I threw my wooden sword at him and I hit him and it did some damage to him I think but we ended up killing him." Nightfall stops and takes a breathe after his long, continuous sentence.

"We'll see how tall you stand with no legs." He chucks as he stares menacingly at his demonic scythe.

OOG: Bobby got his character wrooooong
Kalandrios isn't heeere

STYX:
"Don't be picking fights in here, we just had the place fixed." Styx says.

"I wasn't picking no fights" Stu says innocently.

"It wouldn't have been close to a fight." He grins.

STYX:
"That is true." Styx nods and agrees.

"How does everyone like feisty, drunk, dwarf? Scrambled? Boiled? Grilled?"

Lor'adal chuckles.

OOG: Tom, is a half-dwarf half-elf possible at all? I want to make a dwarf elf bard.

NIGHTFALL:
"You can't kill dwarfs there the best race in the world." Nightfall says while he plays his lyre.

OOG: No, according to my chart it is impossible for a dwarf and elf to breed.

Stu arcs lightning from fingertip to fingertip, smiling.

"Defeating the God of Death was simple enough."

STYX:
Styx stands up, "If you two are going to start something take it outside."

"Like I said, nothing to start." He smiles.

"I need a drink. And a nap." He yawns as he puts his head down on the counter with his scythe in his lap.

NIGHTFALL:
"What's a drink?" Nightfall asks Stu.

STYX:
"Oh gawd..." Styx mutters, afraid of what could happen to Nightfall if he actually drinks beer.

Stu instantly perks up after hearing Nightfall's query.

"Drinks, you say? Oh why they are magical things. They're what let me do magic!" He exclaims. "Don't you want to do magic like me?" He smirks.

NIGHTFALL:
"Yes!" Nightfall shouts and puts down his lyre.

STYX:
"This can only end in disaster." He says to himself.

Stu gets up from his seat and holds his scythe upright.

"Well then" He grins. "I'll take you to the land of alcohol, the magic substance in drinks that makes them so great." He walks toward the door.

"Follow me. We wont be gone long" He chuckles to the rest of the shop.

NIGHTFALL:
"Okay." Nightfall runs after Stu and follows him.

Mots sets the item she is currently fiddling with back down in its place on the shelf, looks around, then makes for the stairs to her studio.

Stu walks back into the shop with a slight stumble. "That bartender cut me off after my tenth beer." He grunts. "Couldn't even enjoy my time" He sighs with a very small slur.

OOG: You can figure out what Nightfall did, lol.

NIGHTFALL:
Nightfall stumbles into the store and seems to be quite drunk. He takes one more step into the store and falls flat on his face and shouts, "I'mma all powerful whiz-ard." He looks ups, "Why tiz ta roum all spiny?" He is slurring his words more then Stu and is pronouncing some of them weird.

OOG: Sorry if you can't make out what he is saying, he is drunk after all.