*it changes for each customer, his would be whatever suits him, so what’s his personality type, what kind of stuff would he have?*
*probably dimly lit, maybe some things like a weapon rack, a chest, lots of plants (he enjoys nature). idk*
*Whatever he wants*
Screamer walks in and notices something interesting: trees are growing right out of the wooden floor. Between two of them a hammock is strung up. There are lanterns hanging from some of the branches, spreading a soft, golden light throughout the room. There are some shelves and chests against one of the walls, partially covered in vines. Screamer walks over and tries out the hammock.
He finds that by thinking about it he can adjust its height, as well as move the vines.
Screamer lays in the hammock, looking up at the branches above him. Suddenly he realizes that he is slowly getting closer to them. He sits up, and the hammock stops moving. He wills it to go up, and it flies up the trunk. That's useful, he thinks to himself. He feels safer when he is hidden among the branches.
There's gentle rap on the hotel door.
Screamer lowers the hammock and hops out. He calls out, "Who is it?"
Drake opens the door. “Settling in well en—woah…” he stares at the room. “This is a new one. Very interesting. Most of the old men here just have mattresses and photos of their ladies.”
If Roger can see Screamer’s room he’s definitely impressed. Though he does object to being called old lol (he’s only 26, pretty young to be a full Knight of the Crown).
He grins "I didn't mean any offense sir!" he laughs "I was referring to the regulars here" He goes to see Roger's room as well. "Oh my, quite the difference. very formal. I like it. Is this similar to your home?"
*it changes for each customer, his would be whatever suits him, so what’s his personality type, what kind of stuff would he have?*
*probably dimly lit, maybe some things like a weapon rack, a chest, lots of plants (he enjoys nature). idk*
*Whatever he wants*
Screamer walks in and notices something interesting: trees are growing right out of the wooden floor. Between two of them a hammock is strung up. There are lanterns hanging from some of the branches, spreading a soft, golden light throughout the room. There are some shelves and chests against one of the walls, partially covered in vines. Screamer walks over and tries out the hammock.
He finds that by thinking about it he can adjust its height, as well as move the vines.
Screamer lays in the hammock, looking up at the branches above him. Suddenly he realizes that he is slowly getting closer to them. He sits up, and the hammock stops moving. He wills it to go up, and it flies up the trunk. That's useful, he thinks to himself. He feels safer when he is hidden among the branches.
There's gentle rap on the hotel door.
Screamer lowers the hammock and hops out. He calls out, "Who is it?"
Drake opens the door. “Settling in well en—woah…” he stares at the room. “This is a new one. Very interesting. Most of the old men here just have mattresses and photos of their ladies.”
"Then theirs seems a tad boring, if you ask me. And I don't exactly have a lady. At least not anymore. Nevermind that, it's not a story worth telling. Did you need me for something?"
"I like to make sure my guests settle well enough."
"That's thoughtful of you, so thanks." Screamer notices some fruit dangling from a few of the trees. He plucks a few peaches off.
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*it changes for each customer, his would be whatever suits him, so what’s his personality type, what kind of stuff would he have?*
*probably dimly lit, maybe some things like a weapon rack, a chest, lots of plants (he enjoys nature). idk*
*Whatever he wants*
Screamer walks in and notices something interesting: trees are growing right out of the wooden floor. Between two of them a hammock is strung up. There are lanterns hanging from some of the branches, spreading a soft, golden light throughout the room. There are some shelves and chests against one of the walls, partially covered in vines. Screamer walks over and tries out the hammock.
He finds that by thinking about it he can adjust its height, as well as move the vines.
Screamer lays in the hammock, looking up at the branches above him. Suddenly he realizes that he is slowly getting closer to them. He sits up, and the hammock stops moving. He wills it to go up, and it flies up the trunk. That's useful, he thinks to himself. He feels safer when he is hidden among the branches.
There's gentle rap on the hotel door.
Screamer lowers the hammock and hops out. He calls out, "Who is it?"
Drake opens the door. “Settling in well en—woah…” he stares at the room. “This is a new one. Very interesting. Most of the old men here just have mattresses and photos of their ladies.”
If Roger can see Screamer’s room he’s definitely impressed. Though he does object to being called old lol (he’s only 26, pretty young to be a full Knight of the Crown).
He grins "I didn't mean any offense sir!" he laughs "I was referring to the regulars here" He goes to see Roger's room as well. "Oh my, quite the difference. very formal. I like it. Is this similar to your home?"
“It is!” Roger says happily. “Thank you for the accommodations. I really like this tavern.”
*it changes for each customer, his would be whatever suits him, so what’s his personality type, what kind of stuff would he have?*
*probably dimly lit, maybe some things like a weapon rack, a chest, lots of plants (he enjoys nature). idk*
*Whatever he wants*
Screamer walks in and notices something interesting: trees are growing right out of the wooden floor. Between two of them a hammock is strung up. There are lanterns hanging from some of the branches, spreading a soft, golden light throughout the room. There are some shelves and chests against one of the walls, partially covered in vines. Screamer walks over and tries out the hammock.
He finds that by thinking about it he can adjust its height, as well as move the vines.
Screamer lays in the hammock, looking up at the branches above him. Suddenly he realizes that he is slowly getting closer to them. He sits up, and the hammock stops moving. He wills it to go up, and it flies up the trunk. That's useful, he thinks to himself. He feels safer when he is hidden among the branches.
There's gentle rap on the hotel door.
Screamer lowers the hammock and hops out. He calls out, "Who is it?"
Drake opens the door. “Settling in well en—woah…” he stares at the room. “This is a new one. Very interesting. Most of the old men here just have mattresses and photos of their ladies.”
If Roger can see Screamer’s room he’s definitely impressed. Though he does object to being called old lol (he’s only 26, pretty young to be a full Knight of the Crown).
He grins "I didn't mean any offense sir!" he laughs "I was referring to the regulars here" He goes to see Roger's room as well. "Oh my, quite the difference. very formal. I like it. Is this similar to your home?"
“It is!” Roger says happily. “Thank you for the accommodations. I really like this tavern.”
"Thank you, You and the other young man are our first visitors in a few months, and it's very nice to have something different."
A man of.... hard to tell age enters the tavern, feeling both young in appearance and old in the eyes, seeming to be human, with brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin. They wear a simple outfit that seems designed to allow a lot of movement. A pair of loosish pants that are still snug enough to keep from tripping up the wearer, a gray top with a hood thats currently down, a simple bandana that is around their neck, but can be pulled up to cover the lower half of their face, and a pair of gloves that would provide good grip onto objects. The only other thing on them is a sheathed dagger at their waist. They break into a smile as they look around the room, "It has been a while since i've seen this sorta place." He says
A man of.... hard to tell age enters the tavern, feeling both young in appearance and old in the eyes, seeming to be human, with brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin. They wear a simple outfit that seems designed to allow a lot of movement. A pair of loosish pants that are still snug enough to keep from tripping up the wearer, a gray top with a hood thats currently down, a simple bandana that is around their neck, but can be pulled up to cover the lower half of their face, and a pair of gloves that would provide good grip onto objects. The only other thing on them is a sheathed dagger at their waist. They break into a smile as they look around the room, "It has been a while since i've seen this sorta place." He says
Drake smiles warmly at him from behind the counter. “What a day! Come, sit. The first drink is on the house, may I offer you an ale?”
A hobgoblin wearing fairly long, albeit tattered, robes, enters. He's dressed for travel, with well-worn boots and practical gear. "Well met!" he calls to the bartender. "What do you call yourself?"
“I go by Drake to my friends, but the townsfolk just call me the Mystic.” He fills up an ale. “Welcome to The Soldier’s Rally. First drink is on the house.”
A hobgoblin wearing fairly long, albeit tattered, robes, enters. He's dressed for travel, with well-worn boots and practical gear. "Well met!" he calls to the bartender. "What do you call yourself?"
“I go by Drake to my friends, but the townsfolk just call me the Mystic.” He fills up an ale. “Welcome to The Soldier’s Rally. First drink is on the house.”
“Thanks, Drake. I’m called Zac.” The hobgoblin replies.
“Nice to meet you. I haven’t seen you around, where are you from?”
A man walks into the tavern. He stands 6'2 with tanned skin that is painted with scars, his face is hidden under a black mask with a big, upside down, red star amongst its black material, the man wears a long brown outlaws coat with golden snaps, he wears no under shirt, showing off his chest with a branded marking of the same upside down red star burnt into his skin, his hands don black leather gloves while his lower body wears thick, dust covered brown trousers, his feet are in thick boots with gold buckles. He has two pistols on his side ready for gunning.
He looks around and chuckles "New place." He says to himself and finds a table to sit down.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man walks into the tavern. He stands 6'2 with tanned skin that is painted with scars, his face is hidden under a black mask with a big, upside down, red star amongst its black material, the man wears a long brown outlaws coat with golden snaps, he wears no under shirt, showing off his chest with a branded marking of the same upside down red star burnt into his skin, his hands don black leather gloves while his lower body wears thick, dust covered brown trousers, his feet are in thick boots with gold buckles. He has two pistols on his side ready for gunning.
He looks around and chuckles "New place." He says to himself and finds a table to sit down.
Zac grins. “Indeed.”
"Nice to meetcha mate, I'm The Brand." He said and extended a hand towards Zac
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man walks into the tavern. He stands 6'2 with tanned skin that is painted with scars, his face is hidden under a black mask with a big, upside down, red star amongst its black material, the man wears a long brown outlaws coat with golden snaps, he wears no under shirt, showing off his chest with a branded marking of the same upside down red star burnt into his skin, his hands don black leather gloves while his lower body wears thick, dust covered brown trousers, his feet are in thick boots with gold buckles. He has two pistols on his side ready for gunning.
He looks around and chuckles "New place." He says to himself and finds a table to sit down.
Zac grins. “Indeed.”
"Nice to meetcha mate, I'm The Brand." He said and extended a hand towards Zac
*Actually its not new, quite old, almost 4 decades old*
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He grins "I didn't mean any offense sir!" he laughs "I was referring to the regulars here" He goes to see Roger's room as well. "Oh my, quite the difference. very formal. I like it. Is this similar to your home?"
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"That's thoughtful of you, so thanks." Screamer notices some fruit dangling from a few of the trees. He plucks a few peaches off.
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“It is!” Roger says happily. “Thank you for the accommodations. I really like this tavern.”
"Thank you, You and the other young man are our first visitors in a few months, and it's very nice to have something different."
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Screamer puts his peaches into a small, leather bag and goes back downstairs.
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*Alright, i got my character*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*More people! I'm excited!*
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A man of.... hard to tell age enters the tavern, feeling both young in appearance and old in the eyes, seeming to be human, with brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin. They wear a simple outfit that seems designed to allow a lot of movement. A pair of loosish pants that are still snug enough to keep from tripping up the wearer, a gray top with a hood thats currently down, a simple bandana that is around their neck, but can be pulled up to cover the lower half of their face, and a pair of gloves that would provide good grip onto objects. The only other thing on them is a sheathed dagger at their waist. They break into a smile as they look around the room, "It has been a while since i've seen this sorta place." He says
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Drake smiles warmly at him from behind the counter. “What a day! Come, sit. The first drink is on the house, may I offer you an ale?”
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“I go by Drake to my friends, but the townsfolk just call me the Mystic.” He fills up an ale. “Welcome to The Soldier’s Rally. First drink is on the house.”
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“Nice to meet you. I haven’t seen you around, where are you from?”
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A grin spreads across Screamer's old, scaly face as he sees the two new patrons.
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Roger comes downstairs to have breakfast.
A man walks into the tavern. He stands 6'2 with tanned skin that is painted with scars, his face is hidden under a black mask with a big, upside down, red star amongst its black material, the man wears a long brown outlaws coat with golden snaps, he wears no under shirt, showing off his chest with a branded marking of the same upside down red star burnt into his skin, his hands don black leather gloves while his lower body wears thick, dust covered brown trousers, his feet are in thick boots with gold buckles. He has two pistols on his side ready for gunning.
He looks around and chuckles "New place." He says to himself and finds a table to sit down.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Nice to meetcha mate, I'm The Brand." He said and extended a hand towards Zac
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Actually its not new, quite old, almost 4 decades old*
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