Deep within the Brimstone Crags, a kingdom is being built by the Profane Goddess, Calamitas. One of the first buildings she constructed with her newfound powers was a tavern: A place for travelers to rest and socialize, and a stark contrast to the hostility of the Abyss. The Brimstone Tavern is still undergoing some construction, and is currently understaffed, but the few employees there try their best to make everyone feel welcome.
The Brimstone Tavern is a place for role-play and interaction between characters. The rules are as follows:
No swearing, not even suggested swearing (using *s, [1GP], etc.) That's kind of a given.
Be nice to others, and no profanity.
No fighting in the tavern of any kind! The tavern itself makes everyone within immune to all damage.
Have fun!
Oh, and if any of your characters want to work at the Brimstone Tavern, Here's the list of jobs available. I'll try my best to update this list whenever I can!
A hooded figure walks in and sits down at the bar.
"Blood wine, please."
A lone fire elemental pours the figure a glass of blood wine from a fancy-looking bottle. "Haven't seen you here before. What brings you to this little slice of hell today?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A hooded figure walks in and sits down at the bar.
"Blood wine, please."
A lone fire elemental pours the figure a glass of blood wine from a fancy-looking bottle. "Haven't seen you here before. What brings you to this little slice of hell today?"
"Oh, you know. I'm under orders to keep an eye on the ruler here, just in case... you know."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A half-elf in a forest green cloak walks in and sits down. His boots are mud spattered and so is his cloak.
"Hey there!"
The hooded figure waves at you. You can only see their mouth and chin, and two little fangs that jut down from their upper lip. They slowly sip crimson colored wine.
"What's your story?"
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A half-elf in a forest green cloak walks in and sits down. His boots are mud spattered and so is his cloak.
"Hey there!"
The hooded figure waves at you. You can only see their mouth and chin, and two little fangs that jut down from their upper lip. They slowly sip crimson colored wine.
"What's your story?"
The half-elf nods. He doesn't seem to want to talk, or can't.
A half-elf in a forest green cloak walks in and sits down. His boots are mud spattered and so is his cloak.
"Hey there!"
The hooded figure waves at you. You can only see their mouth and chin, and two little fangs that jut down from their upper lip. They slowly sip crimson colored wine.
"What's your story?"
The half-elf nods. He doesn't seem to want to talk, or can't.
Well OK, then. What's your story?
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A half-elf in a forest green cloak walks in and sits down. His boots are mud spattered and so is his cloak.
"Hey there!"
The hooded figure waves at you. You can only see their mouth and chin, and two little fangs that jut down from their upper lip. They slowly sip crimson colored wine.
"What's your story?"
The half-elf nods. He doesn't seem to want to talk, or can't.
Well OK, then. What's your story?
I-i dont remember. He seems uncomfortable being addressed telepathically.
A half-elf in a forest green cloak walks in and sits down. His boots are mud spattered and so is his cloak.
"Hey there!"
The hooded figure waves at you. You can only see their mouth and chin, and two little fangs that jut down from their upper lip. They slowly sip crimson colored wine.
"What's your story?"
The half-elf nods. He doesn't seem to want to talk, or can't.
Well OK, then. What's your story?
I-i dont remember. He seems uncomfortable being addressed telepathically.
OK. Forget I asked, then.
The vampire continues to watch the elf.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A half-elf in a forest green cloak walks in and sits down. His boots are mud spattered and so is his cloak.
"Hey there!"
The hooded figure waves at you. You can only see their mouth and chin, and two little fangs that jut down from their upper lip. They slowly sip crimson colored wine.
"What's your story?"
The half-elf nods. He doesn't seem to want to talk, or can't.
Well OK, then. What's your story?
I-i dont remember. He seems uncomfortable being addressed telepathically.
OK. Forget I asked, then.
The vampire continues to watch the elf.
He pulls out a small book and starts to write in it. On his left hand is a bandage that is stained red.
A man walks in, wearing a dark cloak and a white wooden mask carved to look like the face of a Kenku. Three huge leather rolls are strapped horizontally to his back. Various tools and implements stick out of the pockets of the cloak, most noticeable is a silver knife sheathed under his shoulder. He knocks on the counter and orders a brandy in sign language.
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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 half-elf in a forest green cloak walks in and sits down. His boots are mud spattered and so is his cloak.
"Hey there!"
The hooded figure waves at you. You can only see their mouth and chin, and two little fangs that jut down from their upper lip. They slowly sip crimson colored wine.
"What's your story?"
The half-elf nods. He doesn't seem to want to talk, or can't.
Well OK, then. What's your story?
I-i dont remember. He seems uncomfortable being addressed telepathically.
OK. Forget I asked, then.
The vampire continues to watch the elf.
He pulls out a small book and starts to write in it. On his left hand is a bandage that is stained red.
The vampire licks their lips, but forces their gaze away.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A half-elf in a forest green cloak walks in and sits down. His boots are mud spattered and so is his cloak.
"Hey there!"
The hooded figure waves at you. You can only see their mouth and chin, and two little fangs that jut down from their upper lip. They slowly sip crimson colored wine.
"What's your story?"
The half-elf nods. He doesn't seem to want to talk, or can't.
Well OK, then. What's your story?
I-i dont remember. He seems uncomfortable being addressed telepathically.
OK. Forget I asked, then.
The vampire continues to watch the elf.
He pulls out a small book and starts to write in it. On his left hand is a bandage that is stained red.
The vampire licks their lips, but forces their gaze away.
The half-elf murmurs some words and the bleeding stops slightly
A man walks in, wearing a dark cloak and a white wooden mask carved to look like the face of a Kenku. Three huge leather rolls are strapped horizontally to his back. Various tools and implements stick out of the pockets of the cloak, most noticeable is a silver knife sheathed under his shoulder. He knocks on the counter and orders a brandy in sign language.
The barkeep nods, and pours him a glass.
The door opens one more time, and a lone tiefling(?) walks in. Her robes are a brilliant red, with golden trim that seems to dance like fire. Her long, white hair billows over her shoulders, slowly transitioning to the color of charcoal. Two small ivory horns jut out from her forehead.
Calamitas sits down at the bar. The barkeep looks delighted. "Hey, boss! The usual again?"
"Yeah, it's been a long day."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A man walks in, wearing a dark cloak and a white wooden mask carved to look like the face of a Kenku. Three huge leather rolls are strapped horizontally to his back. Various tools and implements stick out of the pockets of the cloak, most noticeable is a silver knife sheathed under his shoulder. He knocks on the counter and orders a brandy in sign language.
The barkeep nods, and pours him a glass.
The door opens one more time, and a lone tiefling(?) walks in. Her robes are a brilliant red, with golden trim that seems to dance like fire. Her long, white hair billows over her shoulders, slowly transitioning to the color of charcoal. Two small ivory horns jut out from her forehead.
Calamitas sits down at the bar. The barkeep looks delighted. "Hey, boss! The usual again?"
"Yeah, it's been a long day."
"Boss?" he signs, intrigued.
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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.
The door opens one more time, and a lone tiefling(?) walks in. Her robes are a brilliant red, with golden trim that seems to dance like fire. Her long, white hair billows over her shoulders, slowly transitioning to the color of charcoal. Two small ivory horns jut out from her forehead.
Calamitas sits down at the bar. The barkeep looks delighted. "Hey, boss! The usual again?"
"Yeah, it's been a long day."
The vampire stops suddenly, and a greenish glow emanates from their eyes. They turn slowly to follow Calamitas with their eyes. The glass of wine sits in their hand, seemingly forgotten.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A man walks in, wearing a dark cloak and a white wooden mask carved to look like the face of a Kenku. Three huge leather rolls are strapped horizontally to his back. Various tools and implements stick out of the pockets of the cloak, most noticeable is a silver knife sheathed under his shoulder. He knocks on the counter and orders a brandy in sign language.
The barkeep nods, and pours him a glass.
The door opens one more time, and a lone tiefling(?) walks in. Her robes are a brilliant red, with golden trim that seems to dance like fire. Her long, white hair billows over her shoulders, slowly transitioning to the color of charcoal. Two small ivory horns jut out from her forehead.
Calamitas sits down at the bar. The barkeep looks delighted. "Hey, boss! The usual again?"
"Yeah, it's been a long day."
"Boss?" he signs, intrigued.
"Yep!" He signs back, pouring a strange violet drink. "She's the one who fit together this entire tavern."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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Deep within the Brimstone Crags, a kingdom is being built by the Profane Goddess, Calamitas. One of the first buildings she constructed with her newfound powers was a tavern: A place for travelers to rest and socialize, and a stark contrast to the hostility of the Abyss. The Brimstone Tavern is still undergoing some construction, and is currently understaffed, but the few employees there try their best to make everyone feel welcome.
The Brimstone Tavern is a place for role-play and interaction between characters. The rules are as follows:
Oh, and if any of your characters want to work at the Brimstone Tavern, Here's the list of jobs available. I'll try my best to update this list whenever I can!
Enjoy your stay, travelers!
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A hooded figure walks in and sits down at the bar.
"Blood wine, please."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
A lone fire elemental pours the figure a glass of blood wine from a fancy-looking bottle. "Haven't seen you here before. What brings you to this little slice of hell today?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Oh, you know. I'm under orders to keep an eye on the ruler here, just in case... you know."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
A half-elf in a forest green cloak walks in and sits down. His boots are mud spattered and so is his cloak.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Hey there!"
The hooded figure waves at you. You can only see their mouth and chin, and two little fangs that jut down from their upper lip. They slowly sip crimson colored wine.
"What's your story?"
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
The barkeep waves over at the new face. "Welcome to.... well, this ol' town doesn't really have a name yet. Welcome anyways! What can I get ya'?
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The half-elf nods. He doesn't seem to want to talk, or can't.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The half-elf waves, but doesn't say anything.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Well OK, then. What's your story?
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
I-i dont remember. He seems uncomfortable being addressed telepathically.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
OK. Forget I asked, then.
The vampire continues to watch the elf.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
He pulls out a small book and starts to write in it. On his left hand is a bandage that is stained red.
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
A man walks in, wearing a dark cloak and a white wooden mask carved to look like the face of a Kenku. Three huge leather rolls are strapped horizontally to his back. Various tools and implements stick out of the pockets of the cloak, most noticeable is a silver knife sheathed under his shoulder. He knocks on the counter and orders a brandy in sign language.
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"
The vampire licks their lips, but forces their gaze away.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
The half-elf murmurs some words and the bleeding stops slightly
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The barkeep nods, and pours him a glass.
The door opens one more time, and a lone tiefling(?) walks in. Her robes are a brilliant red, with golden trim that seems to dance like fire. Her long, white hair billows over her shoulders, slowly transitioning to the color of charcoal. Two small ivory horns jut out from her forehead.
Calamitas sits down at the bar. The barkeep looks delighted. "Hey, boss! The usual again?"
"Yeah, it's been a long day."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Boss?" he signs, intrigued.
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"
The vampire stops suddenly, and a greenish glow emanates from their eyes. They turn slowly to follow Calamitas with their eyes. The glass of wine sits in their hand, seemingly forgotten.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Yep!" He signs back, pouring a strange violet drink. "She's the one who fit together this entire tavern."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)