"TIMESTOP!"

And with that, everything and everyone stops with the metzo-beritone voice's calling.  A demensional door appears and a man in tan cargopants, black shoes, a grey tee-shirt, and a tan trench coat steps out.  He walks among the people frozen like maniquines by his spell.  "Getting a little rough, aren't you all.  Tsk tsk tsk.  You guys shouldn't have need to fight."

He walks up to the Orb that was fired by Yashwi.  "Going to blow 'em all up, weren't you?"  The man grabs the orb and squishes it to nothing.  "Can't have that...  I thought the bar was supposed to be peaceful," he says as he looks over at Favarin.  "That goes for your Aura, too," he says, deactivating Nira's Aura.

He then begins putting things back.  He moves weapons to sheeths and people to seats.  He even moves their mouths so their smiling.  After returning everything to normal, he moves to the center of the room...

"No Fighting."

...He says, leaving the massive diety powered suggestions within their minds before stepping through a dimmensional portal and ending the Timestop.

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Serrif:

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

Technoguild

Favarin watches the fireball as it's released toward him. He sets his face and plants Nira's blood red ruby on the ground, blade toward Yashwi and the fireball. He spreads his legs and braces for the fireball, seeing Yashwi fall to the floor and making a special note to trod on him before he throws him out of the window...then everything was as if someone had turned the clock back. Yashwi sat, or rather slumped, in the seat Favarin had thrown him from, Favarin himself was auraless and in is original place. Favarin lept from his seat, looking quickly around at everything. He definetly remembered what happened, just not how everything had returned to normal. Something was weighing heavier on his mind however, his eyes seemed to catch fire as his face returned to the fierce glare and he turned his head to the slumped figure of Yashwi.

Favarin stalked over to the unconcious Yashwi, not caring whether or not his aura was on. He pulled a clenched fist back and fired off a punch at Yashwi's side...then stopped, he couldn't do it. Favarin tried again, but something in his mind stopped him from connecting. Once before he had dealt with suggestion spells, and he knew what they felt like. He also knew that they were only affective upon certain areas. Favarin turns to Fred, plunking 5 gold coins on the counter, "For whatever drinks he was going to buy until he regains conciousness. We have business to discuss." Favarin turns to Yashwi again, but instead of punching him he siezes his precious neck, gently because the suggestion spell would not allow him to hurt the elf, "Fire a fireball at me will you, you'll be lucky if you wake up by tomorrow morning." Favarin holds the elf's body up in the air, not afraid of any spells he might try to use now that the spell was in effect around the bar and carried him out the door.

Once outside he tests his ability to harm the unconcious elf by flicking him, hard, on the forehead. Seeing that it worked Fararin winds up and plows his right fist into the drow's stomach with just about the force of a charging bull, letting go with his left hand and seeing how far the elf flies. He unshoulders Nira and begins the protective aura's activating sequence and waits to see if the elf regains conciousness.

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Curse you stumble button!

Were the Drow truly asleep in some regard, rather than physically depleted after such an ordeal with him manipulating the pure power bestowed upon him by his Goddes, he may have woken up - enough to at least yell at whomever had just smacked him around.  Yet - since he was not, he simply tumbled along, being pummeled by the physically strong Minotaur.  His body bruised, and ribs were hurt in the smash, but he still did not wake up - he continued his breathing, though it did continue in shuddering breaths, as he seemed to dream while staying in this state.  His body in a complete harmony with his Goddess the entire time.  For his dreamstate was communion with his Goddess, as it had been for many days now - Shar entering into his dreams to speak with him about things she wants him to do - obviously she has nothing better to do...

The dream continued, strange though it was, where Yashwi stood in a room filled with Shadows, which he could see through with his Darkvision, and spoke with the being made of those Shadows, Shar.  She stood there, her body composed of all of the Shadows around him, strange, since it was as though he were inside her womb in some regard, him some child of hers.  Shar cared about him in some regard, he had potential to him, and thus she seemed to enjoy speaking with him, and enjoyed his commentary.  He was one of the few Dark Elf converts, many of the other Dark Elves being so caught up in the worship of their Spider Queen that they couldn't actually even conceive of the notion that there were other dieties to worship in some regard, some more powerful, some less, than their Goddess.  So - it was as though he were some unique type of creature, a Drow who worshipped the diety of Shadows, Lady of the Night, Mistress of Secrets.

"What a pickle you've gotten yourself into, Yashwi.  You first get all worked up and try and do all that damage, and then you fall unconcious.  Sometimes I wonder if you're stupid, or broken.  Maybe I should get a new worshipper - you aren't altogether right in the head."

"Hey now, I don't insult you for all the things you do.  I just lost it is all, I'm mortal, like I've said many times before, though I shall outlive many humans, I am like an insect to you, mortal as any other creature."

"I'm not making you Immortal, you would then forsake me and I'd have to kill you.  So - just do what I want, and I won't slay you, or be even more cruel and merely stop you from casting Spells anymore.  I'm sorely tempted to do either and see how long you can survive."

"I'm a Drow, kick us and we come back and eventually stab you in the back for the kick.  I trust you Lady Dark, so I don't think you'll do that.  You need me alive for some reason - my puny mind can't grasp it, but you need me for something."

"I guess... then that means I should probably wake you up before the Minotaur breaks you in half."

"What?"

"Well, the Minotaur, he wasn't stopped by the Fireball, something intervened or something, and it didn't work - so he's beating the living day-lights out of you."

"Why am I not feeling anything?"

"You aren't?"

It takes Yashwi a moment, before he realizes with a gasp that he is feeling the pain inflicted on him by the brute, and his dream is shattered as his eyes open drearily.  They blur with pain, as he looks about trying to discern whats going on, not moving his hands to cast spells, or to go for the sword at his waist, but to merely steady himself on the ground so that he isn't kicked to the curb.  His voice, comes, broken, and filled with agony, as he looked to the Minotaur with utter hatred.

"Make you feel like some sort of powerful beast to beat me while I'm unconcious?"

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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

Favarin grins almost evilly, "No, just paying back a debt." The emerald in the middle of Nira blazes to life and the head of the axe begins glowing, "Are you going to try to give me the guilt trip dark-skin? Save your breath, it's better used to heal whatever bruises are forming on your ribs." Favarin slings Nira upon his shoulders again, waiting for the magical aura to appear around him, both hands in fists and a glare still on his face.

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Curse you stumble button!

Death Singer looks around the bar and watches Favarin take Yashwi outside.
'That drow cares for nothing but himself. I should really stop judging drows after....'
She looks around and begins to gather her belongings. She flips a gold piece to Fred and winks, "Later Fred."

She walks outside and passes by Favarin, "Good luck taking care of the trash, Favarin. It's been fun."
She looks over at Yashwi with disgust.

She puts up the hood of her cloak and walks off towards the edge of town.

The newly-arrived elf looks out over the bar.

"I say, it's quite a noisy place you've got here, master barman."

Fred shakes his head.

"You have no idea, Mr. elf..."

Yashwi coughed, and spit out blood before his hands were able to bring himself back up to his full height.  It took many moments, since the Dark Elf was far from feeling his best, the Minotaur's sheer power having punched through the heavy warding spells placed on his clothing.  Of course, they could only protect from so much, so this was of no surprise to Yashwi, merely something which angered him more - but anger would not lead to anything at this point - he was physically and magically exhausted, he pulled energy which he did not have - and this was the consequence.  It angered him, to say the least, and as he brought himself up to his full thought patterns, shaking off the sleep and pain which dominated his current state, he once again spoke to the Minotaur.

"Guilt?  No, I am merely saying that in a fight where you weren't fighting me unconcious, you wouldn't have done so well.  I don't really like you, Minotaur, you have no understanding of what I plan to do.  I will not enlighten you.  You have your secrets, I have mine - leave them be, you knowing them will not help you, only lead to your death."

It was spoken with a calm tone, and contained no anger, it was truth, for the secret of Shar would destroy the Minotaur - the Goddess would never allow him to survive knowing her name, nor knowing anything about her.  If the Minotaur proceeded to kill Yashwi, he would at least be given a place among her chosen in the next world, but were he to betray her, he would his Magic, his soul, and most likely his life.  So it was a question of pain, pain is bearable, yet eternal suffering is not something to look forward to.  Thus, Yashwi looked at Favarin, and his hands made no moves, his thoughts going toward Shar, his acceptance having come from his pre-set spell which would allow him to escape from the Minotaur, and thus he really didn't fear the facts that he could be attacked again.

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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

Ran'kork quickly walks up to Favarin.  "Mind if I join you.  I really do not like elves but him even more."

Ehlonna walks over to Fred.  "Could you please give me some more Elverquist?  After that guy I am not so sure that the dark elves should come to this part of the world."

Favarin keeps his eyes locked on the drow as he says to the half-orc who intruded on the conversation, "It's become personal." He says just as the aura of light reappeared around him, "Besides," He says as he scrapes a hoof along the ground, "You'd get in the way."

He focuses his voice again upon the drow standing uneasily on the road some fifteen feet from him, speaking normally, just loud enough for the drow to hear him well, "You seem confident for a dark-skin mage who didn't have enough sense to realize that an interposing hand wouldn't stop a minotaur, one that was thrown across a room, and one that passed out because his own spell was too much for him. Know this underworlder, fire another spell at me or don't, but for the safety of the rest of the patrons as well as myself, you are getting into this bar over my dead body."

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Curse you stumble button!

Yashwi sighed and looked at the Minotaur, he had said his peace, and was not feeling the least bit better.  A question appeared within his mind as he pondered what he should do, and he followed that line of thought for a moment, looking at his options before he did anything else.  It was possible that he could try to deal with the Minotaur, or he could just simply cause the Minotaur to deal with something other than himself - which is what the Drow decided would be best.  The creature had been able to defeat him, and that would not be allowed, another time they would meet maybe, and then would be a better time for him to deal with the upity creature.  Until then, the Drow would have to do something to cause the Minotaur to feel like a fool, at least until the next encounter, so the Drow spoke two words silently, and then looked around before starting the motions that he needed to finish his spell to leave.

From the shadows two eyes glowed, and a glimmering form seemed to move from within them.  A beast, a creature which walked into the light, it's eyes ablaze with white fire, looking something like a cross between a Dog and some demon of some sort.  Flames danced about it's body, as it's tail moved, and it's maw gaped open, salivia falling from it's mouth to the ground as it snarled, and looked around.  Two more pairs of eyes were behind it as it looked about, taking note of the Minotaur, as well as the other beings within the area - especially those who weren't carrying weapons.  Taking note of a small child, they ran toward it, while the Drow continued his incantation, though the screams of the child could be seen as it realized what creatures were upon it.

"Help me! Stop these before they hurt me!"

Yet there appeared to not be anyone near enough to stop t the creatures, preventing them from finishing their sinister task to devour the poor child in front of the Minotaur and the Drow.

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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

Favarin watched as the fire dogs exited the shadow, seeing the child and knowing there wasn't much that could be done to help it. Thinking as fast as he possibly could he grabbed Ran'Kork by both shoulders, yelling at the orc, "Save the child!" He throws Ran'Kork toward the child, hurling him faster than either of them could've run. Favarin then turned fiery eyes on the drow.

The minotaur blows a snort, steam venting from both nostrils in billowing clouds, and scrapes the ground before taking off at a dead sprint, closing the distance between himself and the drow with surprising speed for his size. Horns down he runs straight at the drow's chest, unbeknownst to his foe he had something much different in mind for his attack, but hoping that the drow would think him too stupid a beast to think of much more than skewering him.

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Curse you stumble button!

OOC: Guys, I'm gonna leave this thread since I obviosuly can't keep up with it anymore. But the rest of you can keep goin'. Have fun, and don't blow up the bar!

BIC: The elf looked at Fred.

"My, it looks like you need a vacation."

"You could say that, yes."

"How good that I happen to have a dimensional portal-stone here. Shall we go?"

"Uh...where does it lead?"

"I have no idea."

Fred sighed.

"Well, anything's better than here..."

And thus, the elf and Fred disapeared in a shining white light, never to return to the bar ever again. Where they went, nobody knows...

((I'm sad that you have to go, but It's your decision to make, Fredrik.  I will fill in for you.  If you ever wish to return, I will gladly let you have your place back.

While no one is looking at the bar, Balance simply appears.  There is no fading in, no fancy lights, and no portal.  He just appears.  He picks up Fred's glass and cloth and begins cleaning the glass as he watches people interact, smiling in a light and friendly way.

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Serrif:

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

Technoguild

Yashwi was too intent on his own actions to even acknowledge the Minotaur's charge, because it didn't really matter to Yashwi, for the next few moments would determine it rather well.  It was simple, and Yashwi nearly laughed out loud as he finished his words, and smiled innocently at the Minotaur, and made the final action, pointing at the ground and shouting the word of power to finish the action.  While on the ground he was, it didn't seem to stay that way for long, as it seemed to glow and turn into this wavy energy which sucked in the Drow, and glimmered as it opened, and shut, as though it were some portal into another world.  Those familiar with the spell would know it, for it is adequately called Dimension Door, and that is what it is, a short trip through the Ethereal plane to get to another location.  Either way, there no longer was a Drow standing before the Minotaur, and as that occurred, two other things did as well.

The approaching Hell hounds suddenly phased out, as did the small child they were threatening, their bodies becoming translucent before completely disappearing.  To anyone familiar with an illusion spell, it would make perfect sense to the onlooker, for it was merely a well cast illusion, one which had been cast with the power of shadow - something making them all the more real to the onlooker.  It was nearly impossible for anyone to tell the difference between those creations and the real thing, because of the skill of the Shadow Mage who had cast them.  As for that Shadow Mage, Yashwi was busily leaving the town, having used his spell to escape from the conflict, allowing him amble time to walk out of the town - and to move on with his existance.  His last thoughts as he left the place were:

"Good Riddens, good thing I didn't stay all that much longer, or these weak creatures would have infected me with their inferiority - I was wrong about all of them."

"I guess, Yashwi.  I don't know about some of them, they gave you a good fight - now it's time for you to serve my wishes though.  Do as I ask, before I give you reason to never again disobey me."

Yashwi didn't doubt either of these things, and hurriedly walked among the woods outside of the town, leaving and enjoying nothing of the surface world this evening.

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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

A new figure appears through the doors.

A tall silent character with a solem look on his face long white hair and a white kimono that holds two different kinds of swords that nobody can identify walks towards the spot where the bartender is supposed to be and realizes that he is not there. With no knowlage of what has happened he apraoches the white trench coat wearing character and asks in a silent but deadly voice. "Are you the bartender".

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silent but deadly is kinda cool