You've been trapped in the woods for who knows how long. One evening, while looking for shelter, you come across an old cafe, somehow still running despite the horrors outside. The faint smell of gasoline and the Protective Substance reaches your nose. Safety from the night waits inside.
Welcome to the Darkbrew Cafe, a tavern set in the Darkwood universe. Inspired by Zdzislaw Beksinski's artwork, S.T.A.L.K.E.R., classic fairy tales, and the films of David Lynch, Darkwood is a horror setting taking place in a malevolent forest in early 80's Poland.
Rules of the Forest:
1. Do not be outside at night. Without the Protective Substance in the air, no one survives the Worms.
2. Keep the lights on. The shadows themselves are hostile to those who don't belong in the woods.
3. Remain vigilant. You never know what might be lurking around the next tree.
4. The woods hate stagnation. Everything will grow and evolve in the forest, even if nothing has any desire to. This can include
Cafe Rules:
1. While there is nothing the owners can do while you are outside, keep killing people to a minimum. The woods will take care of that in time.
2. Harassing others is not tolerated. This has gotten the Wolfman kicked out multiple times. Despite this, the Cafe somehow still stands, albeit with burnt timbers.
3. Despite the horrors of the woods, there are still somehow some children who live here. They are precious and rare, so try not to do things that are not child-friendly. To the extent that it is reasonable to do so, of course. (Keep it PG-13 please.)
Character suggestions:
Characters in Darkwood are typically not outright named, but instead called what they "are:" The Wolfman, The Musician, the Stranger, etc.
They also are mostly "mundane," but have unnatural appearances (wolf-like features, a head split open to reveal teeth, no mouth at all) and one or more supernatural traits (canine friendship, flesh that creeps across the floor to defend themselves, the ability to come back to life at dawn).
EVERYONE respects the woods, even if they hate it with every fiber of their being a good amount of times.
The Beast sits behind the counter, a shotgun splattered in old, black gore hanging from the wall behind it. It turns up the stove as you enter, smiling warmly. "I made some chili if you want some. I made it out of those big black dogs that try to kill you on sight. It's pretty good, actually."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The "Preserved" walks through the door, a snarl on his face. He stands at a tall 6'8, and is wearing rough winter leathers. He takes a seat, not seeming to care that he has no idea if this place is safe.
*Supernatural trait: Chilling aura. Anyone within 15ft of the Preserved is 10ft slower, can't take reactions, and the Preserved has advantage on intimidation checks targeting them.*
*Also, are we allowed magic items? Cause I could really use a frost brand*
*This seems super cool. And I think that makes 6 new Taverns that have popped up in the last week and a bit. Wow.*
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The "Preserved" walks through the door, a snarl on his face. He stands at a tall 6'8, and is wearing rough winter leathers. He takes a seat, not seeming to care that he has no idea if this place is safe.
*Supernatural trait: Chilling aura. Anyone within 15ft of the Preserved is 10ft slower, can't take reactions, and the Preserved has advantage on intimidation checks targeting them.*
*Also, are we allowed magic items? Cause I could really use a frost brand*
*This seems super cool. And I think that makes 6 new Taverns that have popped up in the last week and a bit. Wow.*
*He can have a Frostbrand, but it would be nice if you could flavor it to be something relatively modern or specifically have it be an ancient object he found in a dream or museum or something*
The Beast, an unidentifiable creature covered in skins, offers the Preserved some chili. "I bought some peppers from the Herbalist, so this might warm you up a bit."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Suddenly the 'Wounded Man' appears at your table seemily from nowhere and slumps into a chair.
"Help! Somebody in the woods attacked me! Help me please! I've been shot in the leg! Something in the woods is hunting me! Help!"
He wrenches the bolt or arrow from his thigh and takes out some lengths of white rags and hastily bandages his thigh. Seeing the chili being served he orders some for himself.
"Oh! That does look good. I could use something hearty to restore my strength. Could I trouble you for a bowl and some bread please?"
The Beast places a piece of mushroom bread and a bowl of big dog chili in front of the Wounded Man, discretely examining the arrow as it does so.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It appears to be a bolt or arrow and even if it's removed (as it is now) whenever the 'Wounded Man' disappears and reappears so does the wooden missile, reappearing embedded in the 'Wounded Man's' left thigh. I guess you could say it's his supernatural power, a form of tortured immortality. Any attack directed at 'Wounded Man,' any would suffered, any magic or supernatural thing imaginable, even if he were decapitated or vaporized, sometime before the end of the hour he reappears within 30 feet of his last location in the same condition as he first appeared: freshly wounded and complaining of a mysterious attack from the woods.
"What a terrible gift you bear. No matter. For now, enjoy yourself. Eat, drink, and be merry."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The "Preserved" walks through the door, a snarl on his face. He stands at a tall 6'8, and is wearing rough winter leathers. He takes a seat, not seeming to care that he has no idea if this place is safe.
*Supernatural trait: Chilling aura. Anyone within 15ft of the Preserved is 10ft slower, can't take reactions, and the Preserved has advantage on intimidation checks targeting them.*
*Also, are we allowed magic items? Cause I could really use a frost brand*
*This seems super cool. And I think that makes 6 new Taverns that have popped up in the last week and a bit. Wow.*
*He can have a Frostbrand, but it would be nice if you could flavor it to be something relatively modern or specifically have it be an ancient object he found in a dream or museum or something*
The Beast, an unidentifiable creature covered in skins, offers the Preserved some chili. "I bought some peppers from the Herbalist, so this might warm you up a bit."
*Ooo, that's a good idea. High-tech ice blade, the next-gen hand to hand military weapon that never got approved. Uses liquid nitrogen to constantly freeze itself and its victim, slowing and eventually killing enemies by exposing their bloodstream to the nitrogen. The Preserved found one, and fell into a lake with it. Now he needs it to keep him frozen, to keep his almost dead body alive*
"No thank you." Says the Preserved in a deep, grunting voice.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The "Preserved" walks through the door, a snarl on his face. He stands at a tall 6'8, and is wearing rough winter leathers. He takes a seat, not seeming to care that he has no idea if this place is safe.
*Supernatural trait: Chilling aura. Anyone within 15ft of the Preserved is 10ft slower, can't take reactions, and the Preserved has advantage on intimidation checks targeting them.*
*Also, are we allowed magic items? Cause I could really use a frost brand*
*This seems super cool. And I think that makes 6 new Taverns that have popped up in the last week and a bit. Wow.*
*He can have a Frostbrand, but it would be nice if you could flavor it to be something relatively modern or specifically have it be an ancient object he found in a dream or museum or something*
The Beast, an unidentifiable creature covered in skins, offers the Preserved some chili. "I bought some peppers from the Herbalist, so this might warm you up a bit."
*Ooo, that's a good idea. High-tech ice blade, the next-gen hand to hand military weapon that never got approved. Uses liquid nitrogen to constantly freeze itself and its victim, slowing and eventually killing enemies by exposing their bloodstream to the nitrogen. The Preserved found one, and fell into a lake with it. Now he needs it to keep him frozen, to keep his almost dead body alive*
"No thank you." Says the Preserved in a deep, grunting voice.
*This is the 80's, remember? Keep it... low-high-tech, please.*
"Is there anything I can get you, sir?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The "Preserved" walks through the door, a snarl on his face. He stands at a tall 6'8, and is wearing rough winter leathers. He takes a seat, not seeming to care that he has no idea if this place is safe.
*Supernatural trait: Chilling aura. Anyone within 15ft of the Preserved is 10ft slower, can't take reactions, and the Preserved has advantage on intimidation checks targeting them.*
*Also, are we allowed magic items? Cause I could really use a frost brand*
*This seems super cool. And I think that makes 6 new Taverns that have popped up in the last week and a bit. Wow.*
*He can have a Frostbrand, but it would be nice if you could flavor it to be something relatively modern or specifically have it be an ancient object he found in a dream or museum or something*
The Beast, an unidentifiable creature covered in skins, offers the Preserved some chili. "I bought some peppers from the Herbalist, so this might warm you up a bit."
*Ooo, that's a good idea. High-tech ice blade, the next-gen hand to hand military weapon that never got approved. Uses liquid nitrogen to constantly freeze itself and its victim, slowing and eventually killing enemies by exposing their bloodstream to the nitrogen. The Preserved found one, and fell into a lake with it. Now he needs it to keep him frozen, to keep his almost dead body alive*
"No thank you." Says the Preserved in a deep, grunting voice.
*This is the 80's, remember? Keep it... low-high-tech, please.*
"Is there anything I can get you, sir?"
*God, I'm so dumb. When you said make it modern, my mind just went straight to 2023. Could I make a steampunk version of it instead?*
"Maybe some water?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The "Preserved" walks through the door, a snarl on his face. He stands at a tall 6'8, and is wearing rough winter leathers. He takes a seat, not seeming to care that he has no idea if this place is safe.
*Supernatural trait: Chilling aura. Anyone within 15ft of the Preserved is 10ft slower, can't take reactions, and the Preserved has advantage on intimidation checks targeting them.*
*Also, are we allowed magic items? Cause I could really use a frost brand*
*This seems super cool. And I think that makes 6 new Taverns that have popped up in the last week and a bit. Wow.*
*He can have a Frostbrand, but it would be nice if you could flavor it to be something relatively modern or specifically have it be an ancient object he found in a dream or museum or something*
The Beast, an unidentifiable creature covered in skins, offers the Preserved some chili. "I bought some peppers from the Herbalist, so this might warm you up a bit."
*Ooo, that's a good idea. High-tech ice blade, the next-gen hand to hand military weapon that never got approved. Uses liquid nitrogen to constantly freeze itself and its victim, slowing and eventually killing enemies by exposing their bloodstream to the nitrogen. The Preserved found one, and fell into a lake with it. Now he needs it to keep him frozen, to keep his almost dead body alive*
"No thank you." Says the Preserved in a deep, grunting voice.
*This is the 80's, remember? Keep it... low-high-tech, please.*
"Is there anything I can get you, sir?"
*God, I'm so dumb. When you said make it modern, my mind just went straight to 2023. Could I make a steampunk version of it instead?*
"Maybe some water?"
*Absolutely!*
"I'll see if we have any that's clean. Normally I can just boil and filter it, but when it's not made into tea or coffee you can still see how murky it is."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The "Preserved" walks through the door, a snarl on his face. He stands at a tall 6'8, and is wearing rough winter leathers. He takes a seat, not seeming to care that he has no idea if this place is safe.
*Supernatural trait: Chilling aura. Anyone within 15ft of the Preserved is 10ft slower, can't take reactions, and the Preserved has advantage on intimidation checks targeting them.*
*Also, are we allowed magic items? Cause I could really use a frost brand*
*This seems super cool. And I think that makes 6 new Taverns that have popped up in the last week and a bit. Wow.*
*He can have a Frostbrand, but it would be nice if you could flavor it to be something relatively modern or specifically have it be an ancient object he found in a dream or museum or something*
The Beast, an unidentifiable creature covered in skins, offers the Preserved some chili. "I bought some peppers from the Herbalist, so this might warm you up a bit."
*Ooo, that's a good idea. High-tech ice blade, the next-gen hand to hand military weapon that never got approved. Uses liquid nitrogen to constantly freeze itself and its victim, slowing and eventually killing enemies by exposing their bloodstream to the nitrogen. The Preserved found one, and fell into a lake with it. Now he needs it to keep him frozen, to keep his almost dead body alive*
"No thank you." Says the Preserved in a deep, grunting voice.
*This is the 80's, remember? Keep it... low-high-tech, please.*
"Is there anything I can get you, sir?"
*God, I'm so dumb. When you said make it modern, my mind just went straight to 2023. Could I make a steampunk version of it instead?*
"Maybe some water?"
*Absolutely!*
"I'll see if we have any that's clean. Normally I can just boil and filter it, but when it's not made into tea or coffee you can still see how murky it is."
"I don't really care, if it kills me it may well be doing me a favour."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The "Preserved" walks through the door, a snarl on his face. He stands at a tall 6'8, and is wearing rough winter leathers. He takes a seat, not seeming to care that he has no idea if this place is safe.
*Supernatural trait: Chilling aura. Anyone within 15ft of the Preserved is 10ft slower, can't take reactions, and the Preserved has advantage on intimidation checks targeting them.*
*Also, are we allowed magic items? Cause I could really use a frost brand*
*This seems super cool. And I think that makes 6 new Taverns that have popped up in the last week and a bit. Wow.*
*He can have a Frostbrand, but it would be nice if you could flavor it to be something relatively modern or specifically have it be an ancient object he found in a dream or museum or something*
The Beast, an unidentifiable creature covered in skins, offers the Preserved some chili. "I bought some peppers from the Herbalist, so this might warm you up a bit."
*Ooo, that's a good idea. High-tech ice blade, the next-gen hand to hand military weapon that never got approved. Uses liquid nitrogen to constantly freeze itself and its victim, slowing and eventually killing enemies by exposing their bloodstream to the nitrogen. The Preserved found one, and fell into a lake with it. Now he needs it to keep him frozen, to keep his almost dead body alive*
"No thank you." Says the Preserved in a deep, grunting voice.
*This is the 80's, remember? Keep it... low-high-tech, please.*
"Is there anything I can get you, sir?"
*God, I'm so dumb. When you said make it modern, my mind just went straight to 2023. Could I make a steampunk version of it instead?*
"Maybe some water?"
*Absolutely!*
"I'll see if we have any that's clean. Normally I can just boil and filter it, but when it's not made into tea or coffee you can still see how murky it is."
"I don't really care, if it kills me it may well be doing me a favour."
"Alright then." The beast goes to the back and returns with a glass of murky water with ice cubes.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The "Preserved" walks through the door, a snarl on his face. He stands at a tall 6'8, and is wearing rough winter leathers. He takes a seat, not seeming to care that he has no idea if this place is safe.
*Supernatural trait: Chilling aura. Anyone within 15ft of the Preserved is 10ft slower, can't take reactions, and the Preserved has advantage on intimidation checks targeting them.*
*Also, are we allowed magic items? Cause I could really use a frost brand*
*This seems super cool. And I think that makes 6 new Taverns that have popped up in the last week and a bit. Wow.*
*He can have a Frostbrand, but it would be nice if you could flavor it to be something relatively modern or specifically have it be an ancient object he found in a dream or museum or something*
The Beast, an unidentifiable creature covered in skins, offers the Preserved some chili. "I bought some peppers from the Herbalist, so this might warm you up a bit."
*Ooo, that's a good idea. High-tech ice blade, the next-gen hand to hand military weapon that never got approved. Uses liquid nitrogen to constantly freeze itself and its victim, slowing and eventually killing enemies by exposing their bloodstream to the nitrogen. The Preserved found one, and fell into a lake with it. Now he needs it to keep him frozen, to keep his almost dead body alive*
"No thank you." Says the Preserved in a deep, grunting voice.
*This is the 80's, remember? Keep it... low-high-tech, please.*
"Is there anything I can get you, sir?"
*God, I'm so dumb. When you said make it modern, my mind just went straight to 2023. Could I make a steampunk version of it instead?*
"Maybe some water?"
*Absolutely!*
"I'll see if we have any that's clean. Normally I can just boil and filter it, but when it's not made into tea or coffee you can still see how murky it is."
"I don't really care, if it kills me it may well be doing me a favour."
"Alright then." The beast goes to the back and returns with a glass of murky water with ice cubes.
"Thank you." The Preserved sips it.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
You've been trapped in the woods for who knows how long. One evening, while looking for shelter, you come across an old cafe, somehow still running despite the horrors outside. The faint smell of gasoline and the Protective Substance reaches your nose. Safety from the night waits inside.
Welcome to the Darkbrew Cafe, a tavern set in the Darkwood universe. Inspired by Zdzislaw Beksinski's artwork, S.T.A.L.K.E.R., classic fairy tales, and the films of David Lynch, Darkwood is a horror setting taking place in a malevolent forest in early 80's Poland.
Rules of the Forest:
1. Do not be outside at night. Without the Protective Substance in the air, no one survives the Worms.
2. Keep the lights on. The shadows themselves are hostile to those who don't belong in the woods.
3. Remain vigilant. You never know what might be lurking around the next tree.
4. The woods hate stagnation. Everything will grow and evolve in the forest, even if nothing has any desire to. This can include
Cafe Rules:
1. While there is nothing the owners can do while you are outside, keep killing people to a minimum. The woods will take care of that in time.
2. Harassing others is not tolerated. This has gotten the Wolfman kicked out multiple times. Despite this, the Cafe somehow still stands, albeit with burnt timbers.
3. Despite the horrors of the woods, there are still somehow some children who live here. They are precious and rare, so try not to do things that are not child-friendly. To the extent that it is reasonable to do so, of course. (Keep it PG-13 please.)
Character suggestions:
Characters in Darkwood are typically not outright named, but instead called what they "are:" The Wolfman, The Musician, the Stranger, etc.
They also are mostly "mundane," but have unnatural appearances (wolf-like features, a head split open to reveal teeth, no mouth at all) and one or more supernatural traits (canine friendship, flesh that creeps across the floor to defend themselves, the ability to come back to life at dawn).
EVERYONE respects the woods, even if they hate it with every fiber of their being a good amount of times.
The Beast sits behind the counter, a shotgun splattered in old, black gore hanging from the wall behind it. It turns up the stove as you enter, smiling warmly. "I made some chili if you want some. I made it out of those big black dogs that try to kill you on sight. It's pretty good, actually."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Character inspiration:*
The "Preserved" walks through the door, a snarl on his face. He stands at a tall 6'8, and is wearing rough winter leathers. He takes a seat, not seeming to care that he has no idea if this place is safe.
*Supernatural trait: Chilling aura. Anyone within 15ft of the Preserved is 10ft slower, can't take reactions, and the Preserved has advantage on intimidation checks targeting them.*
*Also, are we allowed magic items? Cause I could really use a frost brand*
*This seems super cool. And I think that makes 6 new Taverns that have popped up in the last week and a bit. Wow.*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Also, does this mean you're going to be online more now Baalz?*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Hopefully, yes.*
*He can have a Frostbrand, but it would be nice if you could flavor it to be something relatively modern or specifically have it be an ancient object he found in a dream or museum or something*
The Beast, an unidentifiable creature covered in skins, offers the Preserved some chili. "I bought some peppers from the Herbalist, so this might warm you up a bit."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*ooh this looks super cool*
The Beast places a piece of mushroom bread and a bowl of big dog chili in front of the Wounded Man, discretely examining the arrow as it does so.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What a terrible gift you bear. No matter. For now, enjoy yourself. Eat, drink, and be merry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ooo, that's a good idea. High-tech ice blade, the next-gen hand to hand military weapon that never got approved. Uses liquid nitrogen to constantly freeze itself and its victim, slowing and eventually killing enemies by exposing their bloodstream to the nitrogen. The Preserved found one, and fell into a lake with it. Now he needs it to keep him frozen, to keep his almost dead body alive*
"No thank you." Says the Preserved in a deep, grunting voice.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*This is the 80's, remember? Keep it... low-high-tech, please.*
"Is there anything I can get you, sir?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*God, I'm so dumb. When you said make it modern, my mind just went straight to 2023. Could I make a steampunk version of it instead?*
"Maybe some water?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Absolutely!*
"I'll see if we have any that's clean. Normally I can just boil and filter it, but when it's not made into tea or coffee you can still see how murky it is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't really care, if it kills me it may well be doing me a favour."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Is crafting Steampunk Frostbrand. This should be fun*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Alright then." The beast goes to the back and returns with a glass of murky water with ice cubes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you." The Preserved sips it.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Art creation failed. Night café doesn't like me.
I guess I'll just go with the same story as the modern one, but its steampunk and is infused with a little magic*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.