Many years ago, an infamous and fearsome pirate captain sailed on Waterdeep, dead set on blockading the city and returning it to its former glory as the ultimate pirate haven. He failed miserably and was nearly killed in the attempt. The day that he failed and his crew was slaughtered, he vowed vengeance on the city and the world for taking his life from him. Now, that revenge is tangibly manifest, in a massive ship with several decks and several more secrets, one of these is set up in the style of a tavern for the crew and any guests that would like to partake in this voyage. So, be ye banker, adventurer, wizard, witch, scoundrel, wastrel, pirate, or prince, come aboard the MacCleaver's Revenge and see the wonders of the planes on its maiden voyage, a raid that will last years and traverse several worlds of the material plane as well as the mythos of the outer planes. Nothing is off the navigation table.
This will be yet another roleplay tavern! Yet one that will regularly change its location. If you have a homebrewed world on the material plane or even a homebrewed outer plane that you would like the ship to visit, please pm me with the details.
To join, simply create a character and describe what they're doing.
The Wards
The Tavern Deck, affectionately referred to as the Shnockered Octopus, has had several unbreakable magical wards placed on it and is actually a demiplane stuffed between the second and third decks. These powerful magical wards prohibit any sort of harm or violence to befall anyone wearing the mark. If someone is under some sort of disease or sickness, the sickness is suspended while on the tavern deck and cannot spread. While on the tavern deck, one cannot age nor die of old age. If someone is wearing the mark they cannot be frightened, charmed, or lose control of themselves against their will. One cannot be removed from the tavern deck against their will while wearing the mark. Furthermore, if one should attempt violence against one wearing the mark, it will come to the immediate attention of Captain Tench MacCleaver, which may result in all sorts of nasty punishments provided he is in a bad mood beforehand.
The Mark
Once someone boards the ship, a small mark in the shape of a skull in profile, struck through with a lightning bolt appears on the base of their skull. This mark cannot be removed by another person, only by the person that wears it. Unless another person informs you otherwise, assume that they wear the mark for the purposes of the tavern mechanics.
Rules
No swearing, regardless of censoring.
No sexually explicit content, including fade-to-black scenes.
No gore, blood, guts, or other NSFL content.
No politics. If you have a pressing political opinion or problem leave it at the proverbial door.
No power creeping. Absolutely none, at all. Power and authority-wise, every player and character is and ought to be equal.
Please remain on topic. This is a roleplay tavern.
Please just be respectful of other players in general, if you have a problem with someone on the forum, don't bring it here.
We don't have as many mental health services/depression support as other forums. (As of right now it's just me.) If you have a problem you need to talk about, I can refer you to somebody, however.
If you want to have an encounter, it will under no circumstances occur on the ship.
Each player must give their consent to participate in any encounter. An encounter must occur in a PM.
He who initiates the encounter will run it.
I am the final authority on any rules disputes and reserve the right to modify them as I find it necessary. As this tavern grows I may appoint mods as necessary.
You may have any number of characters, but only four may be active at a time.
Out of character text should be placed between asterisks like so: *OOC TEXT HERE*
Last, and definitely not least, have fun! I hope to see you around the ship.
Please post this word to verify you have read the rules. "Popsicles"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Casmir, a winged teifling with light red skin and deep red wings, sits on the edge of the crows nest, overlooking the area and enjoying the wind. His horns were similar to that of a rams, but deep red and one had it's tip broken off, and his medium length black hair hung loosely, but brushed just out of his face. His loose and comfortable clothes flowed in the wind, and his weapons, a double bladed scimitar, a whip, and a crossbow, were all except for his crossbow set to one side safely. He held his crossbow in his lap, loosely holding it in a ready stance to shoot anything that looked like a danger. He blinked, getting a speck of something in is eye, which both lightly glowed yellow.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Captain MacCleaver backs off from the helm and dusts off his hands. He is by no means an intimidating man under normal circumstances. 5'9", a long coat, wavy dark brown hair, and dark circles around his eyes, and his only adornments shine in the form of gold from one of his teeth and a solitary ring in his left ear. He dusts off his hands, thinking about how long he had waited for this day, as they warped out of their old plane and into a familiar variation of Toril, one known well to the planar charts. "Just a test run first, perhaps we'll pick up a few passengers here." he thought as a grin broke out across his face, "Then the real fun begins." But for now, he decided to rest in his cabin. Good old Boffir would take care of any guests.
Boffir polished up the last of the shotglasses in their stores and set it on a shelf low enough for his dwarven arms to reach. He gazed fondly at the deck that Captain Tench had given him for a domain with his remaining eye, (the other one had been shot out during a gold dispute in the mines of his home plane.) He rather hoped that the relatively large tavern deck (it was bigger on the inside,) would soon fill with a throng of planar passengers. He glanced over his shoulder at a bottle under the counter, right next to the rather large blunderbus he kept there, and then tried to keep it out of his gaze, he knew he shouldn't, that bottle was for special occasions only. It was champagne used to toast their first takeoff, "Gor" he thought to himself, "This is special occasion enough." He poured himself a shot into a small fluted glass and leaned against the bar, looking at the empty tables, chairs, and rooms. "To ye halls," he said aloud, "That ye may soon be full." And he downed the glass in a single gulp.
*pirates where one of my child hood favorits, thanks for making this!*
*No problem, pirates are still one of my favorite tropes, space pirates, victorian pirates, pirates of the Caribbean, or in this particular case: planar pirates.*
Casmir, a winged teifling with light red skin and deep red wings, sits on the edge of the crows nest, overlooking the area and enjoying the wind. His horns were similar to that of a rams, but deep red and one had it's tip broken off, and his medium length black hair hung loosely, but brushed just out of his face. His loose and comfortable clothes flowed in the wind, and his weapons, a double bladed scimitar, a whip, and a crossbow, were all except for his crossbow set to one side safely. He held his crossbow in his lap, loosely holding it in a ready stance to shoot anything that looked like a danger. He blinked, getting a speck of something in is eye, which both lightly glowed yellow.
"How fares the horizon Casmir?" Captain Tench calls up to him.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A Tan skinned elf stands on the boardwalk. He had dark orange-pink colored hair and turquoise colored eyes. His gossamer pink wings fold within themselves into his waist coat jacket. He is a scholar from the land of Nervia, a fairy and elven kingdom. He moves his hair out of his right eye and into a short ponytail. He wears a white button-up shirt, marron vest and waist coat, black trousers, and black boots. He carried a satchel filled with books and scrolls for the journey to makes maps and stories of the world.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Casmir, a winged teifling with light red skin and deep red wings, sits on the edge of the crows nest, overlooking the area and enjoying the wind. His horns were similar to that of a rams, but deep red and one had it's tip broken off, and his medium length black hair hung loosely, but brushed just out of his face. His loose and comfortable clothes flowed in the wind, and his weapons, a double bladed scimitar, a whip, and a crossbow, were all except for his crossbow set to one side safely. He held his crossbow in his lap, loosely holding it in a ready stance to shoot anything that looked like a danger. He blinked, getting a speck of something in is eye, which both lightly glowed yellow.
"How fares the horizon Casmir?" Captain Tench calls up to him.
"It's wonderful, captain! I can practically see the next world!"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Casmir, a winged teifling with light red skin and deep red wings, sits on the edge of the crows nest, overlooking the area and enjoying the wind. His horns were similar to that of a rams, but deep red and one had it's tip broken off, and his medium length black hair hung loosely, but brushed just out of his face. His loose and comfortable clothes flowed in the wind, and his weapons, a double bladed scimitar, a whip, and a crossbow, were all except for his crossbow set to one side safely. He held his crossbow in his lap, loosely holding it in a ready stance to shoot anything that looked like a danger. He blinked, getting a speck of something in is eye, which both lightly glowed yellow.
"How fares the horizon Casmir?" Captain Tench calls up to him.
"It's wonderful, captain! I can practically see the next world!"
Tench chuckles, "Ye'll see it soon enough lad, if th' MacCleaver's Revenge holds, which I guarantee she will."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A Tan skinned elf stands on the boardwalk. He had dark orange-pink colored hair and turquoise colored eyes. His gossamer pink wings fold within themselves into his waist coat jacket. He is a scholar from the land of Nervia, a fairy and elven kingdom. He moves his hair out of his right eye and into a short ponytail. He wears a white button-up shirt, marron vest and waist coat, black trousers, and black boots. He carried a satchel filled with books and scrolls for the journey to makes maps and stories of the world.
He's greeted by a dour-looking duergar smoking a pipe. He speaks with a slightly Scottish accent "I suppose ye're one o' the new guests th' captain goes on aboot? A planar traveler ey?"
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Casmir, a winged teifling with light red skin and deep red wings, sits on the edge of the crows nest, overlooking the area and enjoying the wind. His horns were similar to that of a rams, but deep red and one had it's tip broken off, and his medium length black hair hung loosely, but brushed just out of his face. His loose and comfortable clothes flowed in the wind, and his weapons, a double bladed scimitar, a whip, and a crossbow, were all except for his crossbow set to one side safely. He held his crossbow in his lap, loosely holding it in a ready stance to shoot anything that looked like a danger. He blinked, getting a speck of something in is eye, which both lightly glowed yellow.
"How fares the horizon Casmir?" Captain Tench calls up to him.
"It's wonderful, captain! I can practically see the next world!"
Tench chuckles, "Ye'll see it soon enough lad, if th' MacCleaver's Revenge holds, which I guarantee she will."
"No doubt about that!" Casmir looked down, then waved to the newcomer *Wendigo*. "Hello and welcome aboard!"
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A Tan skinned elf stands on the boardwalk. He had dark orange-pink colored hair and turquoise colored eyes. His gossamer pink wings fold within themselves into his waist coat jacket. He is a scholar from the land of Nervia, a fairy and elven kingdom. He moves his hair out of his right eye and into a short ponytail. He wears a white button-up shirt, marron vest and waist coat, black trousers, and black boots. He carried a satchel filled with books and scrolls for the journey to makes maps and stories of the world.
He's greeted by a dour-looking duergar smoking a pipe. He speaks with a slightly Scottish accent "I suppose ye're one o' the new guests th' captain goes on aboot? A planar traveler ey?"
"A scholar really" he said with a small grin "Im Aiwin" he said and extended a gloved hand
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Casmir, a winged teifling with light red skin and deep red wings, sits on the edge of the crows nest, overlooking the area and enjoying the wind. His horns were similar to that of a rams, but deep red and one had it's tip broken off, and his medium length black hair hung loosely, but brushed just out of his face. His loose and comfortable clothes flowed in the wind, and his weapons, a double bladed scimitar, a whip, and a crossbow, were all except for his crossbow set to one side safely. He held his crossbow in his lap, loosely holding it in a ready stance to shoot anything that looked like a danger. He blinked, getting a speck of something in is eye, which both lightly glowed yellow.
"How fares the horizon Casmir?" Captain Tench calls up to him.
"It's wonderful, captain! I can practically see the next world!"
Tench chuckles, "Ye'll see it soon enough lad, if th' MacCleaver's Revenge holds, which I guarantee she will."
"No doubt about that!" Casmir looked down, then waved to the newcomer *Wendigo*. "Hello and welcome aboard!"
Aiwin waves and climbs up "Hello there, pleasure to meet you"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Hail, and well met!
Many years ago, an infamous and fearsome pirate captain sailed on Waterdeep, dead set on blockading the city and returning it to its former glory as the ultimate pirate haven. He failed miserably and was nearly killed in the attempt. The day that he failed and his crew was slaughtered, he vowed vengeance on the city and the world for taking his life from him. Now, that revenge is tangibly manifest, in a massive ship with several decks and several more secrets, one of these is set up in the style of a tavern for the crew and any guests that would like to partake in this voyage. So, be ye banker, adventurer, wizard, witch, scoundrel, wastrel, pirate, or prince, come aboard the MacCleaver's Revenge and see the wonders of the planes on its maiden voyage, a raid that will last years and traverse several worlds of the material plane as well as the mythos of the outer planes. Nothing is off the navigation table.
This will be yet another roleplay tavern! Yet one that will regularly change its location. If you have a homebrewed world on the material plane or even a homebrewed outer plane that you would like the ship to visit, please pm me with the details.
To join, simply create a character and describe what they're doing.
The Wards
The Tavern Deck, affectionately referred to as the Shnockered Octopus, has had several unbreakable magical wards placed on it and is actually a demiplane stuffed between the second and third decks. These powerful magical wards prohibit any sort of harm or violence to befall anyone wearing the mark. If someone is under some sort of disease or sickness, the sickness is suspended while on the tavern deck and cannot spread. While on the tavern deck, one cannot age nor die of old age. If someone is wearing the mark they cannot be frightened, charmed, or lose control of themselves against their will. One cannot be removed from the tavern deck against their will while wearing the mark. Furthermore, if one should attempt violence against one wearing the mark, it will come to the immediate attention of Captain Tench MacCleaver, which may result in all sorts of nasty punishments provided he is in a bad mood beforehand.
The Mark
Once someone boards the ship, a small mark in the shape of a skull in profile, struck through with a lightning bolt appears on the base of their skull. This mark cannot be removed by another person, only by the person that wears it. Unless another person informs you otherwise, assume that they wear the mark for the purposes of the tavern mechanics.
Rules
Please post this word to verify you have read the rules. "Popsicles"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*"POPSICLES" BABY!*
Casmir, a winged teifling with light red skin and deep red wings, sits on the edge of the crows nest, overlooking the area and enjoying the wind. His horns were similar to that of a rams, but deep red and one had it's tip broken off, and his medium length black hair hung loosely, but brushed just out of his face. His loose and comfortable clothes flowed in the wind, and his weapons, a double bladed scimitar, a whip, and a crossbow, were all except for his crossbow set to one side safely. He held his crossbow in his lap, loosely holding it in a ready stance to shoot anything that looked like a danger. He blinked, getting a speck of something in is eye, which both lightly glowed yellow.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*POPSICLES*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*popsicles*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*pirates where one of my child hood favorits, thanks for making this!*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*PPPPPPPPOPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSIIIIIIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCCLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS*
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Captain MacCleaver backs off from the helm and dusts off his hands. He is by no means an intimidating man under normal circumstances. 5'9", a long coat, wavy dark brown hair, and dark circles around his eyes, and his only adornments shine in the form of gold from one of his teeth and a solitary ring in his left ear. He dusts off his hands, thinking about how long he had waited for this day, as they warped out of their old plane and into a familiar variation of Toril, one known well to the planar charts. "Just a test run first, perhaps we'll pick up a few passengers here." he thought as a grin broke out across his face, "Then the real fun begins." But for now, he decided to rest in his cabin. Good old Boffir would take care of any guests.
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Boffir polished up the last of the shotglasses in their stores and set it on a shelf low enough for his dwarven arms to reach. He gazed fondly at the deck that Captain Tench had given him for a domain with his remaining eye, (the other one had been shot out during a gold dispute in the mines of his home plane.) He rather hoped that the relatively large tavern deck (it was bigger on the inside,) would soon fill with a throng of planar passengers. He glanced over his shoulder at a bottle under the counter, right next to the rather large blunderbus he kept there, and then tried to keep it out of his gaze, he knew he shouldn't, that bottle was for special occasions only. It was champagne used to toast their first takeoff, "Gor" he thought to himself, "This is special occasion enough." He poured himself a shot into a small fluted glass and leaned against the bar, looking at the empty tables, chairs, and rooms. "To ye halls," he said aloud, "That ye may soon be full." And he downed the glass in a single gulp.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*Great to see you all here, looks like we had some new arrivals in the time it took me to write that, :)*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
*No problem, pirates are still one of my favorite tropes, space pirates, victorian pirates, pirates of the Caribbean, or in this particular case: planar pirates.*
*GREAT TO SEE YOU HERE WENDIGO*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"How fares the horizon Casmir?" Captain Tench calls up to him.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
A Tan skinned elf stands on the boardwalk. He had dark orange-pink colored hair and turquoise colored eyes. His gossamer pink wings fold within themselves into his waist coat jacket. He is a scholar from the land of Nervia, a fairy and elven kingdom. He moves his hair out of his right eye and into a short ponytail. He wears a white button-up shirt, marron vest and waist coat, black trousers, and black boots. He carried a satchel filled with books and scrolls for the journey to makes maps and stories of the world.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It's wonderful, captain! I can practically see the next world!"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Tench chuckles, "Ye'll see it soon enough lad, if th' MacCleaver's Revenge holds, which I guarantee she will."
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
He's greeted by a dour-looking duergar smoking a pipe. He speaks with a slightly Scottish accent "I suppose ye're one o' the new guests th' captain goes on aboot? A planar traveler ey?"
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"No doubt about that!" Casmir looked down, then waved to the newcomer *Wendigo*. "Hello and welcome aboard!"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*i need a good pirate name, any suggestions?*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"A scholar really" he said with a small grin "Im Aiwin" he said and extended a gloved hand
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*What's the race?*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*water gensi, seemed fitting*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Aiwin waves and climbs up "Hello there, pleasure to meet you"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]