Please, any interesting character posts are very wanted, even if it's just a 1 time thing.

Many tavern threads have died down, and even popular ones have 1 big problem: It's hard to interact with other characters when people have real-life chatting going back and forth, especially if there isn't any roleplay. So that is why I made rule 1, and here are some other rules in the spoiler box. Please read the rules, it's really short and easy to remember, but very important. Invite your friends so you have more players to interact with.

Deep beyond where the sands of time fall lies a tavern beyond the wheel of worlds. It is common knowledge that the Celestials live in the upper plains and the Fiends in the lower, but this tavern lies in the sideways plains. Legend says The Enigma lived here: A being beyond the gods who wrote the rules of the universe with a crimson quill before accidentally erasing himself. Now it has become a tavern, a place between all worlds, where beings from all worlds come together and interact. The tavern itself floats in the void of space. The tavern has 1000 unique rooms, each a square mile in size. But while some rooms seem like a typical town, others are mushroom forests, haunted seas, celestial counsel rooms, and even giant computer motherboards. And every day, 1 room gets replaced with a new one.

But now a crisis has formed. A room disappeared today but no new one formed. All fear that may happen again. And if the tavern dies, other worlds may come down with it.

An elderly man walks into the entrance, staring at the seemingly endless hallway. "Fascinating. The blood rose led me here for sure." A silver macaw sits on his shoulder, pecking at his yarnlike gray hair. His dull tan skin seems to glow under the soft candlelight and his navy blue robes blow from the waves of wind coming from the walls. He places his crimson crystal ball back into his sack. "I wonder who else is here. I heard Sylkar the Haunter visited here once."

A cloaked figure wearing a mask enters the tavern. He looks around and draws a short sword and knife from somewhere hidden in his Cloak. "Where the hell is this?"

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A cloaked figure wearing a mask enters the tavern. He looks around and draws a short sword and knife from somewhere hidden in his Cloak. "Where the hell is this?"

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"Nowhere!" The Macaw exclaims, circling the cloaked figure. "That's right. You are in the sideways plane of existence, you're not technically in a location. Welcome to Crimson Quill Tavern. My name's Yvas, seer of the arcane. What brings you here?" Yvas buys a drink from the squid-like humanoid at the front counter. His macaw takes a quick sip. "Huckleberry!" "Huckleberry? Why does it taste like... never mind."

A human man who is dressed in a merchants garb walks through the door, squeezing his cart in. "Now how did I get here?" He asks in his elderly sounding voice.

"Nice to see another human here. Well, did you take a portal, or arrive by accident? I got here through the sewers of... I don't want to talk about that. So, you planning on staying?" Yvas drains his drink. "I was hoping to find the vampiric dimension, I have a crystal ball I'd like to improve. Have you ever heard of Blood Crystal?" "No common knowledge! Squack!" The macaw pulls a book out of Yvas's pack. "Ah, yes. I wrote a journal entry on it. So anything you planning on doing here?"

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"Nice to see another human here. Well, did you take a portal, or arrive by accident? I got here through the sewers of... I don't want to talk about that. So, you planning on staying?" Yvas drains his drink. "I was hoping to find the vampiric dimension, I have a crystal ball I'd like to improve. Have you ever heard of Blood Crystal?" "No common knowledge! Squack!" The macaw pulls a book out of Yvas's pack. "Ah, yes. I wrote a journal entry on it. So anything you planning on doing here?"

 "Well eem a merchant so I'd love to sell my wares, I would like to stay for a week or two, rest my weary bones. Then I'll be on my way, glad I got here though. New market to sell to." Laughs to himself

"What do you sell, mister?" Asks a dwarf with stone-like skin. "I always loved a good merchant. Got any hard ale?" "I don't see the point in drinking, honestly." The dwarf laughs at this comment and walks up to the merchant. He pulls out a lead bottle and dumps some coins into his hand. "Wife tells me to stop buying things. But I'm a collector. Especially for weapons, I fought in the war against the Tabaxi not too many years ago. Still have the fighting experience."