A woman walks into the bar. She has sea-blue skin and emerald-green eyes, and her hair is seaweed. Not the color of seaweed, seaweed. She wears leather and carries a quarterstaff and shield, each made out of a single piece of driftwood, and she has a conch-shell horn at her waist. She looks around, making no effort to conceal it in a manner that conveys that she intends for anyone who cares to notice.
"Do you not have a place to leave weapons and armor at the door here," she asks, in a voice not-so-faintly reminiscent of a babbling brook. "I'm rather fond of that custom. Or is this tavern not large enough for it? Or do you not have that custom here?"
"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Fontanne. What are your names?" She goes over to the rankings poster and stares intently at it. "What's this?" Then she goes over to the scrying mirror and starts poking it curiously. "How does this work?" Those who notice such things observe with pleasure her peculiar stride, almost as though she was swimming--and the way her hips move with it.
She goes over to the bar and sits down. "Bartender, one plate or bowl or whatever of the regional specialty, please--you do serve food here, don't you--and a glass of the local alcoholic beverage."
OOC: DM, if you would be so kind as to provide a detailed description, so I have more things to remark upon?
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"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
"Well... Looks like business is booming" Eldin says with a smile. He then starts going from table to table greeting the customers, taking their orders and delivering it to them.
(Um... Is anyone keeping track how much stuff we're buying, selling and earning?)
(The tavern is owned and operated by players (who had some coin to burn) so the details are there's to give. Here is the initial description from the main thread. Current PC location, behavior, and condition vary.)
New potential contestants arriving at the arena find the towering Coliseum full of spectators though there are still open seats scattered around.
A grumpy fellow sits in the shadow of a new looking structure. It looks like they're putting the finishing touches on a tavern overlooking the fights. Inside a gnome is tinkering with the taps, the kegs, the lights, whatever he can get his hands on. Two girls in their mid-late teens sit with a woman who may be too young to be their mother. They are joined by an excited 4-year old wearing a fancy fur coat. Employees are scattered around the Coliseum, helping patrons, keeping clean. (All proceeding are NPCs, some are not my NPCs.)
In front of the building an Orcish girl with red hair sits oiling a great sword. Nearby a goliath rests in the sun. He looks like he enjoyed a rough night. A man with a ledger seems like he'd take bets, but he doesn't seem to be getting much action right now. An elfish man in dark clothes carrying a trident stands near one entrance his eyes glow with a faint unnatural light.
A group of contestants in the arena is being introduced by an energetic announcer with puffy sleeves and a puffy mustache. Another group of fighters is just emerging from the last fight. They seem excited about their prizes.
(Original description for 'The girls' Adair is not wearing her armor now.)
Two strikingly beautiful human girls, probably in their mid to late teens. They don't appear the sort you typically see in this place. They are similar height and build both a bit over 5 feet tall. Both are quite thin almost frail.
Their similarities only amplify their differences. One, blond and fair skinned, wears a set of Chausses and Greaves, apparently she has stopped in the middle of donning heavy armor to be introduced. She is dressed modestly otherwise. Her hair is clean and straight and its apparent she takes care to look neat. As she moves you can see she struggles a bit with the weight of half her armor. She carries an intricately carved wooden quarterstaff.
The other has short dark somewhat curly hair. She leans on a staff, or more like a loose tree branch. She has some soot smudged on one side of her face and wears a long tattered skirt and what's left of a shift. You can see she definately is not wearing armor. She does have a small wood shield tied to her back.
... Adair and Daisy
...
(The Secretary's description... Some how the only description she's had is "a young woman with a clipboard" guess its time to change that. Sorry if I'm shattering anyone's image.)
A human woman. Somewhat tall she has dark hair and fair skin. She wears a dark blue belted dress with black embroidery along the trim. She has a wry smile and her deep blue eyes betray her sharp wit.
(Um... Is anyone keeping track how much stuff we're buying, selling and earning?)
(If you wish, you may but they're mostly silvers. Keep track of wagers and I'll roll some dice daily (game time) to determine how profitable the place is from the NPC crowd. You'd never cover the rent you're being charged with player purchases.)
(The tavern is owned and operated by players (who had some coin to burn) so the details are there's to give.
The tavern is a cozy place with a roof that offers shade to the tired traveler . There are a few seats in one corner which offer a great view of the arena down below. These were at one point common seats for spectators. There are a good number of tables where contestants and non-contestants alike are sitting. There is a message board on a wall next to the bartender's table. Anyone can walk up to it and read it but the only message at the moment is a parchment that reads, "Welcome to The Glory," followed by a small list of the most popular items. A magic mirror offers a great view of the action down in the arena. A board listing contestant rankings suggests that this place also offers betting facilities. Fine smells of cooked meat and vegetables emanate from the other side of the closed kitchen doors. Sounds of machinery can also be heard but it's not very prominent or distracting.
A Halfling, carrying loads of metal spoons and forks attached to his belt and packets of spices for brewing and cooking of all varieties bursts through the door! He wears all black leather armor and all of his weaponry is made from utensils. A large metal serving spoon that has been sharpened rather crudely seems to function as a sword and a smaller forks seems resemble other weaponry.
He is also carrying brewing ingredients and cooking tools.
He also has a noticeable large dent in his forehead and it's filled with butter made with some strange ingredients. There's even a dead fly and what appears to be a finger nail mixed in with it.
Spoons rattle as he walks towards the bar, "One free mug of swill for your Prince, Pung. Now!"
(OOC: can I roll an intimidation or persuasion check to see if Pung can get a free ale from the barkeeper? If not he'll just pay 2sp... maybe)
Eldin, shocked by the sudden entrance of the odd man is taken aback.
I don't know about the bartender but you're welcome to run one on me (Insight: 2)
(Also BDaddly, have you got enough sleep last night?)
Eldin turns away and mumbles, "This must be a mad man. I hope he's harmless." He puts one hand on his short sword (Doesn't draw it) and gets ready to handle things if the situation turns violent.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
OOC: I'll just roll both just in case if it's permitted. If not, it's no problem.
Intimidation: 11, Persuasion: 9
Edit: OOC: lol I'm assuming I fail regardless.
Fail: The Halfling takes out a piece of paper which is clearly just a torn out recipe page from a cookbook, "Here is the deed to the place! I deserve a free mug!" Pung looks around proudly, taking in the tavern which he built with his own hands. But then, a look of disappointment comes across on his face.
Pung, not noticing the sword being prepped, scoffs, "pfft, it looks like this tavern I built really needs the money anyway. I shouldn't have sold it last week to that fool of an orc." Pung hands over 2sp for a mug. "Here, have some butter," Pung says as he scoops a bit out of a wooden container and tries to hand it over to Eldin. "It goes well with the food that I've cooked here at this tavern of mine, as you see," as he gently and proudly pats one of his cooking pots tied to his belt.
Urrk looks up at Daisy. "I'm just taking a rest. That was my first arena battle. We won, but I almost killed one of my team mates, so it wasn't that big of a win for me." He looks over at the halfling male with utensils hanging off of him. He holds back a snicker as he goes up to the bar. He then turns to look at the person she gestured to. "Who's the turtle-man? He can't be that bad," he says as he turns back around to look at Daisy.
Eldin doesn't take the butter. He simply watches as the odd man goes and takes a seat. He takes his hand off his sword and shakes his head. "Poor guy. I almost feel bad for him. Almost"
He walks over to the message board and attaches another parchment on it that reads, "Have something to announce or just want to tell your favorite combatant how awesome you think they are? You may now post your public message on the message board for 5 cp per week. You may also put your fan-mail in the fan-box free of charge."
He then heads back to his room to grab the book on Ale he borrowed. He goes to town to return the book to the library and to by a small wooden stool about 2.5 ft tall and a moderately sized wooden box (1 cubic feet).
josias come out of the kitchen after helping gurhilda bring out a plate for fontanne . ma'am here is your meal. josias turns to head up stairs to check on the business up there. as he walks up(and anyone else that went up will see this ) all the table are covered in beautiful white linen with flowers on every table. a buffet set to the side with 2 attendants at each end. the roof is the same linen but hanging gently over the banisters. the view is 2x as better then the tavern. if the attendants dont need help with anything he will introduce himself to the vip patrons.
(sorry i havent really been on i been super sick. )
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you some times you feel like hitting a human with another human
The bartender, Baryk, pinches his nose after getting a whiff of the fetid newcomjer
"You have bad body odor? I have some butter and spices just for that."He is annoyed that his finest butter was rejected by Eldrin, but he takes that bowl and stirs in some black minerals from one of his pouches, turning the mixture into a yellow-black and almost puss-like consistency. He hands it over to Baryk and leaves it on the bar.
"It goes well with Dwarf jerky too. I made it myself." Pung hands him some as well with the butter mixture, it looks very stringy and has what looks like hair on one side and awaits his drink. Very proudly and self-assured that his gift will be well received.
(Depends if Layla shows soon.)
(I'm going to start doing introductions after initiative.)
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A woman walks into the bar. She has sea-blue skin and emerald-green eyes, and her hair is seaweed. Not the color of seaweed, seaweed. She wears leather and carries a quarterstaff and shield, each made out of a single piece of driftwood, and she has a conch-shell horn at her waist. She looks around, making no effort to conceal it in a manner that conveys that she intends for anyone who cares to notice.
"Do you not have a place to leave weapons and armor at the door here," she asks, in a voice not-so-faintly reminiscent of a babbling brook. "I'm rather fond of that custom. Or is this tavern not large enough for it? Or do you not have that custom here?"
"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Fontanne. What are your names?" She goes over to the rankings poster and stares intently at it. "What's this?" Then she goes over to the scrying mirror and starts poking it curiously. "How does this work?" Those who notice such things observe with pleasure her peculiar stride, almost as though she was swimming--and the way her hips move with it.
She goes over to the bar and sits down. "Bartender, one plate or bowl or whatever of the regional specialty, please--you do serve food here, don't you--and a glass of the local alcoholic beverage."
OOC: DM, if you would be so kind as to provide a detailed description, so I have more things to remark upon?
"Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both" -- allegedly Benjamin Franklin
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"BRING ME ANOTHER" Marvarax says sitting at the bar, he's been drinking for about half an hour and with 50 less silver
Marvarax and Sora (Dragonborn) The retired fighter and WIP scholar - Glory
Brythel(Dwarf), The dwarf with a gun - survival at sea
Jaylin(Human), Paladin of Lathander's Ancient ways - The Seven Saints (Azura Claw)
Urselles(Goblin), Cleric of Eldath- The Wizard's challenge
Viclas Tyrin(Half Elf), Student of the Elven arts- Indrafatmoko's Defiance in Phlan
"Well... Looks like business is booming" Eldin says with a smile. He then starts going from table to table greeting the customers, taking their orders and delivering it to them.
(Um... Is anyone keeping track how much stuff we're buying, selling and earning?)
(The tavern is owned and operated by players (who had some coin to burn) so the details are there's to give. Here is the initial description from the main thread. Current PC location, behavior, and condition vary.)
(Original description for 'The girls' Adair is not wearing her armor now.)
(The Secretary's description... Some how the only description she's had is "a young woman with a clipboard" guess its time to change that. Sorry if I'm shattering anyone's image.)
A human woman. Somewhat tall she has dark hair and fair skin. She wears a dark blue belted dress with black embroidery along the trim. She has a wry smile and her deep blue eyes betray her sharp wit.
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100 gold prize to the first character who's player caught The Secretary's name. The NPCs don't call her "The Secretary"
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A Halfling, carrying loads of metal spoons and forks attached to his belt and packets of spices for brewing and cooking of all varieties bursts through the door! He wears all black leather armor and all of his weaponry is made from utensils. A large metal serving spoon that has been sharpened rather crudely seems to function as a sword and a smaller forks seems resemble other weaponry.
He is also carrying brewing ingredients and cooking tools.
He also has a noticeable large dent in his forehead and it's filled with butter made with some strange ingredients. There's even a dead fly and what appears to be a finger nail mixed in with it.
Spoons rattle as he walks towards the bar, "One free mug of swill for your Prince, Pung. Now!"
(OOC: can I roll an intimidation or persuasion check to see if Pung can get a free ale from the barkeeper? If not he'll just pay 2sp... maybe)
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Eldin, shocked by the sudden entrance of the odd man is taken aback.
I don't know about the bartender but you're welcome to run one on me (Insight: 2)
(Also BDaddly, have you got enough sleep last night?)
Eldin turns away and mumbles, "This must be a mad man. I hope he's harmless." He puts one hand on his short sword (Doesn't draw it) and gets ready to handle things if the situation turns violent.
OOC: I'll just roll both just in case if it's permitted. If not, it's no problem.
Intimidation: 11, Persuasion: 9
Edit: OOC: lol I'm assuming I fail regardless.
Fail: The Halfling takes out a piece of paper which is clearly just a torn out recipe page from a cookbook, "Here is the deed to the place! I deserve a free mug!" Pung looks around proudly, taking in the tavern which he built with his own hands. But then, a look of disappointment comes across on his face.
Pung, not noticing the sword being prepped, scoffs, "pfft, it looks like this tavern I built really needs the money anyway. I shouldn't have sold it last week to that fool of an orc." Pung hands over 2sp for a mug. "Here, have some butter," Pung says as he scoops a bit out of a wooden container and tries to hand it over to Eldin. "It goes well with the food that I've cooked here at this tavern of mine, as you see," as he gently and proudly pats one of his cooking pots tied to his belt.
With that Pung eyes a seat and awaits a mug.
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Urrk looks up at Daisy. "I'm just taking a rest. That was my first arena battle. We won, but I almost killed one of my team mates, so it wasn't that big of a win for me." He looks over at the halfling male with utensils hanging off of him. He holds back a snicker as he goes up to the bar. He then turns to look at the person she gestured to. "Who's the turtle-man? He can't be that bad," he says as he turns back around to look at Daisy.
Eldin doesn't take the butter. He simply watches as the odd man goes and takes a seat. He takes his hand off his sword and shakes his head. "Poor guy. I almost feel bad for him. Almost"
He walks over to the message board and attaches another parchment on it that reads, "Have something to announce or just want to tell your favorite combatant how awesome you think they are? You may now post your public message on the message board for 5 cp per week. You may also put your fan-mail in the fan-box free of charge."
He then heads back to his room to grab the book on Ale he borrowed. He goes to town to return the book to the library and to by a small wooden stool about 2.5 ft tall and a moderately sized wooden box (1 cubic feet).
I love this XD
josias come out of the kitchen after helping gurhilda bring out a plate for fontanne . ma'am here is your meal. josias turns to head up stairs to check on the business up there. as he walks up(and anyone else that went up will see this ) all the table are covered in beautiful white linen with flowers on every table. a buffet set to the side with 2 attendants at each end. the roof is the same linen but hanging gently over the banisters. the view is 2x as better then the tavern. if the attendants dont need help with anything he will introduce himself to the vip patrons.
(sorry i havent really been on i been super sick. )
you some times you feel like hitting a human with another human
Insight 6
The bartender, Baryk, pinches his nose after getting a whiff of the fetid newcomer
Zacazotal: Level 3 Cleric of Kukulkan | Baryk Greycastle: Level 11 Tricky Sharpshooter (7W/5L) | Parabolus: Level 11 Warlock of the Stars (9W/2L)
DM: Tomb of Annihilation- Aftermath / Dungeon Crawl Classics- People of the Pit
After Apocalypse - Liavyre Withrethin Elf Ranger
Dragon of Autumn - Geoff Krowly Human Cleric
Princes of the Apocalypse - Leofir Sylvaranth Elf Rogue
The Windhovers' Call - Xellos Mazoku Tiefling Sorcerer
High Times at Low Tides - DM
Wasn't it Adair?
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I meant the name of "The Secretary" you said you'd give 100 gold to whoever knows the name.