Nevermore

"Ahh yes, you are the one that have purchased Smashy from Troy Mos. A good friend of mine. As for that pesky argonian..." scratches head "I'll see what I can do. ;) ;) Now let me buy you a drink so that we shall drink together in equal debt of each other." pays for some mead for Fode "Here be my token of friendship to you." Hands Fode the drink, then turns to the assassinator and speeks to everyone who cares to listen. "I feel that there is more to learn from this man then the groaning he has been giving. I personly am up for an adventure. Who will question the man?"

Ry walks over to Fode. "Ahh, a fellow of the drink! We should get together wonderfully! Tell me fellow nord, those bears were killed by your own right? Mine were." Puffs chest out showing bear armour off.

Well Fountins of Paradise by Arthur C. Clark suggests using hyper-filiment fibers (1D wires) to make the tubes leading into space. The capsuls that drop to earth would creat enough energy to power the capsuls going up, so it was completly self sefficent. Granted though that the elvator would need to be near the equater and stuff (part of the story but also not far from the truth), the space elevator would be an insurpassable in the efficency and advancments it would cause. Less of course we manage to harnest negitive-gravity (another one of einstiens bad ideas). Go on and fly your kite high Doc. :bye: (FOP refrence)

Has anyone else heard about NASAs wet dream to biuld an elevator into space? I have and read a book related to the topic (whom I kidding I read a book ABOUT the topic), and it gave me an idea. Solor panales provide, what? Like 1000 BTUs per square yard or somthing. But the problem is that clouds cover the sun and blah blah blah. So if/when the elevator/tower comes to reality we could throw some cables Up (down?) and have them connected to massive solar panels. 12 houra of sun light on say a square mile of panaling... that's about 5 Million BTUs for 12 hours! Now THAT'S alternate energy. As for the money mongers that sell oil: I could picture myself being them. Granted I wouldn't buy, panate, then shelve a mjor advancment to man kind, but I would feel no remorse whatso ever about how much oil screwed the human race already. What with the wars, pollution, and such.

ry hold the two free drinks, "I should quite for tonight. I'll arm wrastle anyone for the two drinks. First to beat me wins the drinks." Ry sits at a table, puts the drinks down and postitions himself for a tough compitition.

"You offerd me a drink, then said round for everyone. So that means two for me on you right? Bartender, give me two of the usual." Ry grabs the two drinks and downs them. Ry tells Aedan"I'm not sure what happend here but Naull seems to know." Ry looks at Naull "What's this all about?"

With the gust of cool air brought in from Aeden's entrance Ry wakes up, fully sober from the years of drinking experince. "Ah, new company! And who may I ask are you?" Ry gets up and walks to the counter near Aeden to pick up a napkin to wipe the blood off with.

"*groans*" Ry staggers to his feet then finds a chair "I think I should sit down a bit." blood trickles from the top of his noggin and he touches it. He lowers his hand to his eyes and sees the blood. "Oh my." He then faints and falls to teh floor with a thump.

"Dang, I wanted to see a good beat down." Ry begins wobbling going up the stairs to his room when he tumbles down and smacks his head on the wall creating a hole in the wall and he passes out.

"Now that that is solved," Ry raises mug up in the air "Back to drinking!" He downs his mug and buys a refill. "I say we beat the truth outa him. Howsa bout that?"

Ry asks the bartender if he can get two free drinks for free, but is regected. Ry shruggs and sits on a chair drinking away another portion of his memory when Armiena comes in with the assasin doing her thing. Once Armiena begins tying up Grandis Ry asks in a slurred voice but brute Nord voice "What's did he did? Killing some one did he?"

Ry stumbles back and flops back into chair. "Rude disrespectfull dirk." Takes swig of booze, and kicks body in the head in a passive way.

Ry (the typical strong/stupid nord) is in the bar and sees the dead body. He stands up (wearing bear skins and wolf pelts (fresh from solthium)), and says with a slight drunken slur "Hey-o! What you got there? The days catch! A might tiny compared to a bear." Thrusts chest forward to show the bear skin armour.