In the city of Ankh-Morpork, capitol of the disc, there’s only one… mediocre inn. There are fights, city events, and occasionally it burns down. Explore the tavern, the city, and have fun.
Rules:
1. PG. If your characters curse, it should be a fictional curse. No gory scenes or fade to black/suggestive scenarios.
2. Bar fights are triggered by mods, and are not necessary to partake in.
3. Be kind. Zero exeptions. Go to PM if you really need to be rude in your rp.
4. Have fun!
5. If you read the rules, put a lil’ underscore at the end of your post like this_
A halfling-sized humanoid turtle walks in. “Do you clean glasses here? I mean like, 🤓 type of glasses.”
“Why are ya pointing to your eyes? We clean drinking glasses here, yes.”
“Ok, but ya see I don’t drink with me mouth.”
“Well I don’t clean glasses for drinkin’ with your eyes do we.”
“That’s waut I’m seein’. I don’t drink through a glass, so how are ya gonna serve meh?”
“Do we have any books on tur’les?” He calls to the back. “How do they drink? Really? Alright.” “So we pour it o’er your head?”
“Well, I’d usually take a bath, but yeh that’l work”
“Huh.” The bartender looks surprisingly unfazed that a turtle creature that isn’t from the disc just ordered a drink to be poured over it’s head. “So what’ll you be having?”
A halfling-sized humanoid turtle walks in. “Do you clean glasses here? I mean like, 🤓 type of glasses.”
“Why are ya pointing to your eyes? We clean drinking glasses here, yes.”
“Ok, but ya see I don’t drink with me mouth.”
“Well I don’t clean glasses for drinkin’ with your eyes do we.”
“That’s waut I’m seein’. I don’t drink through a glass, so how are ya gonna serve meh?”
“Do we have any books on tur’les?” He calls to the back. “How do they drink? Really? Alright.” “So we pour it o’er your head?”
“Well, I’d usually take a bath, but yeh that’l work”
“Huh.” The bartender looks surprisingly unfazed that a turtle creature that isn’t from the disc just ordered a drink to be poured over it’s head. “So what’ll you be having?”
A halfling-sized humanoid turtle walks in. “Do you clean glasses here? I mean like, 🤓 type of glasses.”
“Why are ya pointing to your eyes? We clean drinking glasses here, yes.”
“Ok, but ya see I don’t drink with me mouth.”
“Well I don’t clean glasses for drinkin’ with your eyes do we.”
“That’s waut I’m seein’. I don’t drink through a glass, so how are ya gonna serve meh?”
“Do we have any books on tur’les?” He calls to the back. “How do they drink? Really? Alright.” “So we pour it o’er your head?”
“Well, I’d usually take a bath, but yeh that’l work”
“Huh.” The bartender looks surprisingly unfazed that a turtle creature that isn’t from the disc just ordered a drink to be poured over it’s head. “So what’ll you be having?”
“Oooh, sure. I just want a bit o’ refresher.”
“Ah. Coming right up.” The bartender starts making the patented ‘refresher’ a drink so powerful it could knock a rhinoceros out of it’s socks, startling the neighbors and waking the calves.
A halfling-sized humanoid turtle walks in. “Do you clean glasses here? I mean like, 🤓 type of glasses.”
“Why are ya pointing to your eyes? We clean drinking glasses here, yes.”
“Ok, but ya see I don’t drink with me mouth.”
“Well I don’t clean glasses for drinkin’ with your eyes do we.”
“That’s waut I’m seein’. I don’t drink through a glass, so how are ya gonna serve meh?”
“Do we have any books on tur’les?” He calls to the back. “How do they drink? Really? Alright.” “So we pour it o’er your head?”
“Well, I’d usually take a bath, but yeh that’l work”
“Huh.” The bartender looks surprisingly unfazed that a turtle creature that isn’t from the disc just ordered a drink to be poured over it’s head. “So what’ll you be having?”
“Oooh, sure. I just want a bit o’ refresher.”
“Ah. Coming right up.” The bartender starts making the patented ‘refresher’ a drink so powerful it could knock a rhinoceros unconcious.
The turtle sits down at a table in a corner and examines a map of the disc, waiting for their drink.
A halfling-sized humanoid turtle walks in. “Do you clean glasses here? I mean like, 🤓 type of glasses.”
“Why are ya pointing to your eyes? We clean drinking glasses here, yes.”
“Ok, but ya see I don’t drink with me mouth.”
“Well I don’t clean glasses for drinkin’ with your eyes do we.”
“That’s waut I’m seein’. I don’t drink through a glass, so how are ya gonna serve meh?”
“Do we have any books on tur’les?” He calls to the back. “How do they drink? Really? Alright.” “So we pour it o’er your head?”
“Well, I’d usually take a bath, but yeh that’l work”
“Huh.” The bartender looks surprisingly unfazed that a turtle creature that isn’t from the disc just ordered a drink to be poured over it’s head. “So what’ll you be having?”
“Oooh, sure. I just want a bit o’ refresher.”
“Ah. Coming right up.” The bartender starts making the patented ‘refresher’ a drink so powerful it could knock a rhinoceros unconcious.
The turtle sits down at a table in a corner and examines a map of the disc, waiting for their drink.
“Ahh, there it is. Here you go.” The bartender pours the drink over the turtle’s head. “You wanna pay now or open a tab?” The bartender sees the map. “A traveler eh? Better just pay now then. That’ll be half a $AM (Anhk-Morporkian Dollar).”
A halfling-sized humanoid turtle walks in. “Do you clean glasses here? I mean like, 🤓 type of glasses.”
“Why are ya pointing to your eyes? We clean drinking glasses here, yes.”
“Ok, but ya see I don’t drink with me mouth.”
“Well I don’t clean glasses for drinkin’ with your eyes do we.”
“That’s waut I’m seein’. I don’t drink through a glass, so how are ya gonna serve meh?”
“Do we have any books on tur’les?” He calls to the back. “How do they drink? Really? Alright.” “So we pour it o’er your head?”
“Well, I’d usually take a bath, but yeh that’l work”
“Huh.” The bartender looks surprisingly unfazed that a turtle creature that isn’t from the disc just ordered a drink to be poured over it’s head. “So what’ll you be having?”
“Oooh, sure. I just want a bit o’ refresher.”
“Ah. Coming right up.” The bartender starts making the patented ‘refresher’ a drink so powerful it could knock a rhinoceros unconcious.
The turtle sits down at a table in a corner and examines a map of the disc, waiting for their drink.
“Ahh, there it is. Here you go.” The bartender pours the drink over the turtle’s head. “You wanna pay now or open a tab?” The bartender sees the map. “A traveler eh? Better just pay now then. That’ll be half a $AM (Anhk-Morporkian Dollar).”
“Hmm” They check their pockets. “Do you take trades, I don’t think I’ll have any o’ those.” They say, with a downward smirk And a squint in one eye.
In the city of Ankh-Morpork, capitol of the disc, there’s only one… mediocre inn. There are fights, city events, and occasionally it burns down. Explore the tavern, the city, and have fun.
Rules:
1. PG. If your characters curse, it should be a fictional curse. No gory scenes or fade to black/suggestive scenarios.
2. Bar fights are triggered by mods, and are not necessary to partake in.
3. Be kind. Zero exeptions. Go to PM if you really need to be rude in your rp.
4. Have fun!
5. If you read the rules, put a lil’ underscore at the end of your post like this_
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
The bartender sits behind the bar, cleaning glasses and waiting for the first customer to arrive.
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
A Medium man-shaped piece of mozzarella cheese walks in.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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A percussionist walks in, holding a sealskin drum with a huge rip. "Where can I mend this?"
*A Pratchett tavern? Good idea. I just need to think of a character_*
“Hope your jokes ain’t cheesy.” There is a murmur of laughter.
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
“Not here. Unless you wanna fill that with drink.”
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
A halfling-sized humanoid turtle walks in. “Do you clean glasses here? I mean like, 🤓 type of glasses.”_
“Why are ya pointing to your eyes? We clean drinking glasses here, yes.”
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
“Ok, but ya see I don’t drink with me mouth.”
“Well I don’t clean glasses for drinkin’ with your eyes, now do we.”
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
“That’s waut I’m seein’. I don’t drink through a glass, so how are ya gonna serve meh?”
“Do we have any books on tur’les?” He calls to the back. “How do they drink? Really? Alright.” “So we pour it o’er your head?”
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
“Well, I’d usually take a bath, but yeh that’l work”
“Huh.” The bartender looks surprisingly unfazed that a turtle creature that isn’t from the disc just ordered a drink to be poured over it’s head. “So what’ll you be having?”
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
“Oooh, sure. I just want a bit o’ refresher.”
“Ah. Coming right up.” The bartender starts making the patented ‘refresher’ a drink so powerful it could knock a rhinoceros out of it’s socks, startling the neighbors and waking the calves.
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
The turtle sits down at a table in a corner and examines a map of the disc, waiting for their drink.
“Ahh, there it is. Here you go.” The bartender pours the drink over the turtle’s head. “You wanna pay now or open a tab?” The bartender sees the map. “A traveler eh? Better just pay now then. That’ll be half a $AM (Anhk-Morporkian Dollar).”
BEANS
BOTTOM TEXT
“Hmm” They check their pockets. “Do you take trades, I don’t think I’ll have any o’ those.” They say, with a downward smirk And a squint in one eye.