Basala *DEPRECIATED*

"Youuuuuuuuuuuuu" He hisses wiggling his finger in the air.

"Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" He trails off.

STYX:
"Hey Stu want another beer?" Styx realizes he can't win with Stu in this state.

Stu cracks his neck.

"Why... why yes." He slurs

STYX:
"I will go get you one. A real beer." Styx leaves the store.

STYX:
Styx returns a little bit later with the beer and places the bottle in front of Stu, "Here."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooo...." Stu shouts half heartedly.

STYX:
"Drink up buddy." Styx laughs because he knows the alcohol content in the bottle is extremely high.

Stu lifts the bottle into a vertical position above his mouth and drinks it rapidly, though he spills a bit of it on his face.

"Oh... joy" He hiccups.

STYX:
"How is it?" His voice cracks trying to hold back his laughter.

"This is... pansy crap." Stu says with a gallon of spit sputtering from his mouth.

He attempts to stand, but half way up he loses his balance and begins to stagger forward until he is almost at a run. He smashes headlong into a table, knocking it over and sending him tumbling into the basement of the shop.

You hear a faint cheer from the bottom of the stairs.

STYX:
Styx bursts out laughing. "That was great!" He walks over to the stairs and yells down, "Sleep it off!" And walks away still laughing.

OOG: I just noticed that I haven't done anything with this yet..

Stu rolls over and see's pieces of his dragon bone scythe laying all over the floor and the stairs, the spell that was put on it has caused it to shatter.

"Damn this... bone.." He slurs.

He calls his floating skull familiar to him. "Go get me... another one of those... things." He points to the largest pile of broken pieces.

The skull floats its way up stairs and sits on a tall shelf; it clearly has no intention of finding another scythe.

After a few moments of laying on the floor, Stu grabs a larger shard of bone from the floor and claws his way back up the stairs.

It takes him some time to reach the top, but he manages to drag himself back into the main room.

He holds up the shard with a disappointed expression, "The damn thing." He slurs. "It... it exploded! Booooooommmmm" He lets out a drunken chuckle.

STYX:
"Sure it did Stu." Styx doesn't really believe Stu in this state.

"YOU!" He shouts, pointing at the skull sitting high atop a shelf.

"Worthless ball of... shit. Go get that thing!" He throws the shard up at the skull, it comes no where near hitting it.

It floats down from the shelf and floats just out of Stu's reach, taunting him.

STYX:
"Stu, you need a different familiar. Perhaps one that will listen." Styx laughs.

"He'll... he'll come around." Stu sighs. He tries to stand but soon realizes its a bad idea and instead elects to just sit on the floor.

He flicks the floating skull and it goes spinning through the air across the shop.

He grins.

STYX:
Styx watches the skull fly around the room, "I want a familiar but I need that blasted book first."

"Book?" Stu slurs.

"All you need... is to think... really hard." He hiccups.


"I think I was a little drunk when I summoned mine" He leans far to one side, almost tipping over...

"Just a... just a little" He pinches his fingers together before letting out a laugh.

STYX:
"Well you see, I had one before but I forgot about him so its hard for me to summon him now. I need a book back from my kingdom to remember him so I can get him back. That's a drawback from dying then coming back, you tend to forget things and they usually are important. And there are other reasons why I need the book but I won't go into detail."

Stu lets out a crazed laugh. "You dieeeddd. Thats so... thats so..." He coughs.


"Who are you?"

STYX:
"Styx." He answers simply.

"Sticks? You're a tree!" He laughs.

STYX:
"No, like the River Styx."