Just Another Nostalgia Bait Tavern

as per request, here it is.

The dawn of a new world, a space between time, the sun cresting the horizon for the first time. In the center of this barren wasteland and flat expanse is a small patch of green grass– a tavern sits atop of it, a single signpost indicating its name as The Adventurers’ Story Tavern. Smoke rises through the chimney, a welcoming sight to all weary travelers who come searching for a place to rest, a place of safety. As more arrive, the world seems to change around them, inviting people to expand and use this new space as they wish. This place is neutral ground where everyone can come together (homebrew character or not), have a drink, spin a few tales, and enjoy their time together.

This thread serves as both the recruitment and the game thread where anyone can create a character and hop on at any time they would like, homebrew or not. The purpose of this “tavern” is to be like a stereotypical start of an adventurer setting to a campaign, where all the players would have met up before the actual campaign starts. However, this one is unique in the sense that there is no DM, where we weave the story with the way our characters interact rather than follow a structured plot. You’re free to join and leave whenever you’d like, the same as when people come and go from an establishment. Make sure to read the rules, but most important is to have fun.

RULES:

 CHARACTER CREATION:

*Flamberge..*

The floor creaks with the weight of a fully armored individual, covered head to toe in shining steel plate. It's a bit on the plainer side in terms of engravings and other decor, but strapped to their back is a harpoon-looking weapon with a rope tied around the end, custom made judging from the strange sheen of blueish metal and letters carved into it. They're around a little less than 6 ft tall with no discernible features showing from beneath the armor, their jet black hair tucked into a messy bun peaking out from under the helm. The knight-- or at least, what looks like a knight-- opens the door to the tavern and takes a breath, searching for the nearest place to sit. Their boots leave wet footprints on the ground and the stranger smells strangely a bit like saltwater. 

*Switchaxe is the best weapon, clearly. Ill be on more later :))*

*Chris?*

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*Switchaxe is the best weapon, clearly. Ill be on more later :))*

 *It's a top 5 for me I think. Favorite weapon changes by the day or hour.*

*Oh heya guys :) nice seeing ya*

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*Chris?*

 *Thats my name, yup! Yelloyello. Deciding who Im gonna bring in currently*

*frick forgot weapon that’s what happens when you only skim the rules… ugh… well my bard characters really like to whack people on the head with their instruments so I’m gonna have to say guitar (yes it totally counts as a weapon)*

*hi*

Sitting by the bar is a man on the younger side, with auburn colored wavy hair with streaks of black and white in it. His face is covered in freckles, his sleeves pulled up to make way for some nasty burns, which he’s rubbing a cool washcloth to. Attached to his waist is a rapier, and as he takes another swig of his drink, he glances around to take in the other customers. 

*Fangs... More post later if I feel like it.*

*wait what*

*where did everyone appear from*

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*wait what*

*where did everyone appear from*

 *The sewers obviously*

*as everyone knows, the absolute best weapon in any scenario is the Umbrella sword. Or an umbrella gun if you feel particularly cute.*

*the absolute best weapon is a stick*

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*the absolute best weapon is a stick*

 *Preferably a big one. But small ones can get where it matters (the eyes)*

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*as everyone knows, the absolute best weapon in any scenario is the Umbrella sword. Or an umbrella gun if you feel particularly cute.*

*I’d prefer to fly my umbrella, dears*

Quote from Balthoran >>

Quote from Wes__ >>

*wait what*

*where did everyone appear from*

 *The sewers obviously*

*Of course they’d be in the one place I hadn’t checked*

Hanging up in the rafters, sitting on one of the wooden beams like a witch on a broom is an out of place person, around 5’7, looking down at the people below as they swing their feet back and forth. They have shoulder length scarlet hair that fades to a lighter ginger at the ends, a button nose, and eyes with silver pupils. They passively  play with their hair, which has a bundle of Heather in it- an odd choice of flower, certainly. Their hands and forearms are wrapped in leather gloves, but past that it seems both their arms are decorated with full sleeves of tattoos- interlocking patterns of feathers flecked with red splotches, almost like freckles of paint. A couple of pebbles sit next to them on the rafter- for throwing, judging by the glares they get from the other patrons. They wear a winter white shawl above their monotone, brown and forest green outfit accented by similarly white furs. On their left side hangs a handful of small, wooden animal masks. Fox, owl, doe, hare. On their other side is a set of several dozen mismatching keys- some made of metal, some made of wood.

they pause, sniffing the air. Seawater. Odd.

The armored individual looks upwards, resting their harpoon across their lap warily. They flip up part of their visor just enough to reveal sea-green eyes and darker toned skin, some mix between a warm umber and deep olive. “Good evening.” They respond politely, tipping their head a bit. They then sort of shift a bit in place, pulling a piece of seaweed off of their arm where it was jammed between the plates. “I feel as if I have gotten a little lost.”