A group of men are huddled together around a table in the tavern. Most of them are dressed like the average workman from the town and their faces all have the same serious expression. They are leaning in together, muttering quietly or just sitting silently and giving dark looks to anyone who passes by.
A group of men are huddled together around a table in the tavern. Most of them are dressed like the average workman from the town and their faces all have the same serious expression. They are leaning in together, muttering quietly or just sitting silently and giving dark looks to anyone who passes by.
*Gosh I wanna see where this is going, but I don't have a character to interact with this*
A group of men are huddled together around a table in the tavern. Most of them are dressed like the average workman from the town and their faces all have the same serious expression. They are leaning in together, muttering quietly or just sitting silently and giving dark looks to anyone who passes by.
*Gosh I wanna see where this is going, but I don't have a character to interact with this*
A group of men are huddled together around a table in the tavern. Most of them are dressed like the average workman from the town and their faces all have the same serious expression. They are leaning in together, muttering quietly or just sitting silently and giving dark looks to anyone who passes by.
*Gosh I wanna see where this is going, but I don't have a character to interact with this*
*Hmm, is Plague Eater around? He might work.*
*Hey, yeah! You're right!*
Plague Eater is sitting nearby, eating the bones of a chicken. He listens as close as he can without being obviously eavesdropping.
A group of men are huddled together around a table in the tavern. Most of them are dressed like the average workman from the town and their faces all have the same serious expression. They are leaning in together, muttering quietly or just sitting silently and giving dark looks to anyone who passes by.
*Gosh I wanna see where this is going, but I don't have a character to interact with this*
*Hmm, is Plague Eater around? He might work.*
*Hey, yeah! You're right!*
Plague Eater is sitting nearby, eating the bones of a chicken. He listens as close as he can without being obviously eavesdropping.
You hear part of their conversation.
"Are you sure you know where it is, Benjamin?" says one portly fellow in a top hat.
"Quite worryin' ya ninny." a tall red-headed man who is probably a farmer answers, "The wi... woman told us exactly where it is buried."
The portly man snorts, "I don't trust that beldam. She could easily be misleading us."
A slim man speaks up, "If anybody recollects where it was last buried, its her."
"Exactly," says the red-headed man, "She wants it as much as we do. Maybe even more." a few of the men look uncomfortable at this. "All we have to do is wait until she is ready and we can get on with it."
Another small man speaks up a little too loudly, "But...well... what about her husband? He is a nasty piece of work. I don't want him showin' up again."
"Shut yer yap!" says the red headed man. They glance around them to make sure they aren't being overheard.
A couple of the hooded men from the ravaged town enter the tavern, quietly walking over to a table in the corner. Many of them have bandages on their faces.
A group of men are huddled together around a table in the tavern. Most of them are dressed like the average workman from the town and their faces all have the same serious expression. They are leaning in together, muttering quietly or just sitting silently and giving dark looks to anyone who passes by.
*Gosh I wanna see where this is going, but I don't have a character to interact with this*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hmm, is Plague Eater around? He might work.*
*Hey, yeah! You're right!*
Plague Eater is sitting nearby, eating the bones of a chicken. He listens as close as he can without being obviously eavesdropping.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
You hear part of their conversation.
"Are you sure you know where it is, Benjamin?" says one portly fellow in a top hat.
"Quite worryin' ya ninny." a tall red-headed man who is probably a farmer answers, "The wi... woman told us exactly where it is buried."
The portly man snorts, "I don't trust that beldam. She could easily be misleading us."
A slim man speaks up, "If anybody recollects where it was last buried, its her."
"Exactly," says the red-headed man, "She wants it as much as we do. Maybe even more." a few of the men look uncomfortable at this. "All we have to do is wait until she is ready and we can get on with it."
Another small man speaks up a little too loudly, "But...well... what about her husband? He is a nasty piece of work. I don't want him showin' up again."
"Shut yer yap!" says the red headed man. They glance around them to make sure they aren't being overheard.
A couple of the hooded men from the ravaged town enter the tavern, quietly walking over to a table in the corner. Many of them have bandages on their faces.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Flint and Leo are in the tavern
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Hey, Dutch*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*How's it going?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Bored. None of my characters are really interesting me right now, and I don't have any ideas for a new one.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That sucks*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The firbolg farmer is at the bar nursing a pint of ale.
*Morning!*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Good Morning.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Good morning
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
Hi
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
*hi!*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Neki is passed out under a table. He is wearing a maid dress and appears to be on his break
Nehir the cat is running in circles.
—I’ve got another character I’d like to intro later if the tavern is active enough :3
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
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*Morning y'all*
*mornin’ Alaric :3*
She/Her | Femboy Nerd
Moderator for the The 2 Story Tavern and Return of The Spider Guild
~Extended Signature~
Devilishly Cute