Mazta lit up at the mention of food, white eyes crinkling up at the corner.  "Both of those sound absolutely delightful! We'll take two of each." The Harengon offered a simple smile in response to the innkeeper, letting his more outgoing companion speak for both of them. Once Thekla moved on to greet the other patron, Visp let his head fall onto the bar with a dull thunk, long ears flopping to the side. 

"I can't believe you made me jump off that cliff. I told you it was a bad idea." Maz smirked, feral and unapologetically him, and tapped the back of Visp's head with his pointer finger. "You can't say it wasn't fun though." Completely ignoring the half-hearted protests, water dripping off of his ears as he flicked out of his friend's reach with an exasperated glower. The Harengon sat back up, slumping in his chair and folding his arms across his chest, beady black eyes scanning the tavern with newfound interest, in order to ignore the chuckling soldier at his side. His gaze rested briefly on the half-elf, curiosity shining through. She looked rather interesting, much more so than the Changeling he had to deal with on a daily basis.

Thekla couldn't help but smile in response to his exuberance.
"Two of each it is!" she chirped, making a mental note of the order. "I'll have those delectable pastries and Nectars brought to you shortly."

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As Lia settled onto a barstool, her presence seemed to blend seamlessly with the enigmatic charm of the Immergrummel Tavern. Her emerald eyes, veiled in an air of mystery, flitted across the diverse gathering of patrons and staff, each with their unique aura and stories woven into the very fabric of this mystical haven.
The Harengon and Changeling duo, Visp and Mazti, had just entered, their drenched forms a stark contrast to the warm and inviting ambiance. Lia observed their entrance with keen interest, her senses attuned to the ebb and flow of the tavern's energies. The sound of droplets of water falling from their fur and hair added a musical note to the tavern's symphony.
Innkeeper Thekla's melodic voice reached Lia's ears as she welcomed the newcomers with open arms. Lia couldn't help but appreciate the Michtim's boundless hospitality and warm smile. Her thoughts meandered briefly as she considered the options for sustenance and refreshment, but Lia was never one to rush her choices. She savored the anticipation of a well-placed decision, a trait that often served her well in her endeavors.
With an enigmatic smile playing at her lips, Lia addressed Innkeeper Thekla, her voice a velvet whisper that seemed to hold secrets of its own, "Greetings, dear Innkeeper. It's a pleasure to find myself within the heart of Immergrummel Woods and the Tavern at the Crossroads. I shall indulge in one of your renowned Bočicne pastries and a cup of your most exquisite Nectar. After all, such delightful offerings deserve to be savored slowly, wouldn't you agree?"

  Thekla's eyes sparkled with a shared understanding of the pleasures of life's little luxuries. "Of course," she replied, her smile warm and genuine. "I'll have those delectable treats prepared for you. In the meantime, feel free to immerse yourself in the tales and wonders that this tavern and its patrons have to offer."

"Thank you, my good madame." The theatrical Changeling twisted his upper body into what could be considered a bow, if he were standing and not comfortably seated on the stool. He rubbed a spot off of his armor until it was as bright and vibrant as before, following Visp's gaze to glance at Lia, head tilting in an animalistic gesture of curiosity. "She seems interesting, heh? She's probably got a tale or three that are worth tellin'." He nudged the Harengon who startled, ears perking up.

*yo can I join rp?*

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*yo can I join rp?*

 Yeah, of course! :)//

May I? I haven't RP'd here in a while, glad it's back)) 

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May I? I haven't RP'd here in a while, glad it's back)) 

 Don't see why not! The more the merrier.//

*A Sorcerer with sand-colored hair (Kind of looks like California surfer vibes) walks in, green-blue robes/dress flowing. (I"M CRAP AD DESCRIPTIONS) The sorcerer sits down and whilst looking bored, summons a daisy to grow out of the table*

As the sand-haired sorcerer walked into the Immergrummel Tavern, their presence added a touch of whimsy to the mystical surroundings. Dressed in flowing green-blue robes that matched the colors of the tavern's enchanted atmosphere, they sauntered to an empty table and, with an air of casual boredom, performed a whimsical act of magic, summoning a daisy to grow out of the wooden table.
The innkeeper, Thekla Leckertopf, who had been gracefully attending to various patrons and their orders, couldn't help but notice this enchanting display. Her normally unflappable demeanor displayed a momentary hint of frazzlement as the crowd in the tavern seemed to have surged all at once.
Balancing her innate hospitality with the ever-increasing demand, Thekla approached the sand-haired sorcerer's table with a warm but slightly harried smile. She bobbed a curtsy, her diminutive figure mirroring her effort to maintain the tranquil atmosphere despite the sudden influx of patrons.
"Greetings, dear guest," she began, her voice carrying a note of apology for any delay. "I hope you're finding the Immergrummel Tavern to your liking so far." Thekla's gaze flicked to the whimsical daisy on the table, her eyes twinkling with curiosity and appreciation for the sorcerer's magical touch. "May I offer you something to sate your appetite or quench your thirst today?"
As she awaited the sorcerer's response, Thekla couldn't help but let out a soft, exasperated sigh under her breath. The demand for her delightful pastries and enchanting Nectars seemed to have multiplied, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she needed more help to keep up with the ever-grumbling flow of customers.

As the sulfur-colored grung hopped into the Immergrummel Tavern with an air of determination, his presence indeed stood out amidst the more traditional patrons of the establishment. Dressed in a tattered and well-worn gi, he seemed like an unusual addition to the colorful array of characters that populated the tavern.
Innkeeper Thekla, who had been gracefully managing the bustling tavern, caught sight of the grung as he made his way to the bar. His arrival seemed to carry a distinct aura that weighed a little heavily on those in his proximity, an enigma that Thekla couldn't help but take note of.
With a warm but slightly puzzled smile, Thekla made her way to the bar to greet the newcomer. "Greetings, dear guest," she began, her voice tinged with genuine curiosity. "I hope you've had a pleasant day amidst the Immergrummel Woods. What can I offer you today to quench your thirst or satisfy your appetite?"
She couldn't help but notice the small bag the grung had placed on the counter, seemingly intact. The tavern had already seen a diverse group of patrons today, and the arrival of this unique visitor only added to the tapestry of stories and mysteries that wove through the Immergrummel Tavern.

(OOC: just to make sure everyone here realizes this point, I am not moving things along here. It is up to you all to role play and move things forward. I will react to things as I need to, but this is not a campaigne or dm-driven game. It is a free role play forum where you can rp to your hearts desire. I, as interum DM, will help out with NPCs and other aspects, but the rest is up to you all.)

(May I join?  My party kind of ditched the idea of our weekend campaigns)

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(May I join?  My party kind of ditched the idea of our weekend campaigns)

  Yes you may! //

*a dark elf walks into the tavern, wearing a dark cloak with gold trimming, his hood is up and he walks over to an empty table in the corner and sits*

As the sulfur-colored grung enthusiastically located the gold he had tucked away, his animated celebration was met with a small, understanding smile from Thekla, the innkeeper. She appreciated the simple joys of life and the gratitude expressed by her patrons.
With his hard-earned gold in hand, the grung looked up at Thekla, stifling a happy ribbit as he spoke, "My apologies, rrriiiibbbit. May I have a glass of water, please? I just need something to quench my thirst."
Thekla, with her ever-present warmth, nodded and responded with a soft chuckle. "Of course, dear guest. A glass of cool, refreshing water coming right up."
While Thekla prepared the grung's drink, the tiny amphibian displayed an impressive feat of reflexes, swiftly capturing a buzzing fly with a deft flick of his hand, squashing it between his fingers. The innkeeper couldn't help but be intrigued by this show of skill.
As she placed the glass of water in front of the grung, she observed the warmth of his smile and the melodious croaking sounds he made. "It seems that luck has already found its way to your table," she replied with a smile, her eyes twinkling in amusement. "A fortunate start to your visit, I'd say."
At that moment, the ever-grumbling woods around the tavern seemed to come alive with a newfound enchantment. A soft, haunting melody began to play, and the air was filled with a gentle, mystical glow. The tavern's patrons turned their attention toward a small troupe of fey creatures who had entered, playing ethereal instruments and dancing with grace and charm. The mystical beings seemed to be a gift from the woods, and their presence added an extra layer of magic to the already enchanting Immergrummel Tavern.
Amidst this enchanting scene, Tym Eisenfuchs, the fluffy Michtim warlock who worked at the tavern, gracefully moved through the crowded common area, skillfully carrying trays laden with orders. His small size allowed him to navigate the bustling tavern with ease, delivering exquisite pastries and drinks to awaiting patrons. As he approached the tables where Visp, Mazti, and Lia sat, he set down the orders with a flourish, a warm smile on his face. "Your orders, friends," he chimed, his enthusiasm evident as he presented the delicious pastries, Nectars, and other delights that had been requested. "Enjoy your time at the Tavern at the Crossroads."
Amidst this mystical display, a dark elf, cloaked in shadow with golden trimmings, made his way to an empty table in the corner. Thekla, always attentive to her patrons, observed his arrival with a welcoming nod. The tavern's atmosphere had been enlivened by the grung's presence, and now, the arrival of this mysterious dark elf promised to add even more intrigue to the stories that unfolded within its enigmatic walls.

*the dark elf walks up to the bar after a few minutes of sitting at the empty table in the corner, and asks the barkeep for a drink of mead*

The dark elf, draped in shadowy attire with elegant golden trimmings, approached the bar after a few minutes of quiet contemplation at his secluded table in the corner. His graceful presence exuded an air of mystery and intrigue that had captured the curiosity of both the staff and patrons in the Immergrummel Tavern.
Innkeeper Thekla, ever the hospitable host, turned her attention to the dark elf as he reached the bar. She offered him a welcoming smile, her eyes shimmering with an innate kindness.
"Greetings, dear guest," she began, her voice carrying a soothing quality. "A drink of mead, you say? A fine choice indeed. We have some of the best mead in the realm. One moment, please."
Thekla skillfully reached for a wooden tankard and filled it with the rich, golden mead, which was known to be both sweet and invigorating. As she set the tankard down before the dark elf, she couldn't help but observe the intricate design of his cloak and the graceful way he carried himself. The arrival of this mysterious figure had added an extra layer of allure and enigma to the already magical atmosphere of the tavern.
"Here you go," Thekla said with a warm smile. "May your visit to the Tavern at the Crossroads be filled with warmth, good company, and enchanting moments."
The tavern's enchanting surroundings seemed to welcome the dark elf, promising that he, too, would be woven into the intricate tapestry of stories and secrets that unfolded within the ever-grumbling woods.

The dark elf would lay some gold pieces down on the counter, grab his drink, and walk back to the empty table in the corner of the tavern and starts flipping through a note pad he had pulled from his cloak

Having savored her Bočicne pastry and the exquisite Nectar, Lia set her empty cup down with a subtle, appreciative smile. Her meal was a delight, but now the time had come for her to continue her journey through the enigmatic heart of Immergrummel Woods. The tavern, with its secrets and stories, had offered her a glimpse into the intricate dance of travelers, feywild energies, and the ever-grumbling whispers of the woods.
Pushing her stool back with a fluid motion, Lia rose gracefully from her seat, her movements purposeful yet cloaked in a shroud of mystery. Her emerald eyes, which had observed so much in this mystical place, darted momentarily to the sandy-haired sorcerer who had conjured the delicate flower, a moment of silent acknowledgment.
She cast a final, enigmatic glance around the tavern, taking in the vibrant atmosphere, the laughter, and the anticipation that danced in the air. The patrons and Michtim staff continued their interactions, unaware of the depths of intrigue that the half-elf rogue carried with her.
As Lia moved toward the exit, the wooden beams of the tavern seemed to whisper secrets in her wake, the enchanted tree that held the tavern alive offering a gentle farewell. Her departure was as enigmatic as her entrance, leaving behind a lingering air of mystery, a puzzle that others could attempt to decipher.
With each step, she moved further into the ever-grumbling woods, carrying her secrets and enigmas with her, knowing that Immergrummel Tavern would continue to tell its tales, and that, perhaps, she would one day return to add another chapter to the mystique of this enchanting place.