Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
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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.
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Tez casually just takes a seat down at a random table or whatever it is here that resembles a table, Of course while jotting down how the Tavern itself looks like.
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Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
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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.
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Tez casually just takes a seat down at a random table or whatever it is here that resembles a table, Of course while jotting down how the Tavern itself looks like.
The tavern is rather full. All the lights here come from continual flames in lanterns. The tables, the bar, and the shelves are all made from stone that lined with veins of gold.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
He nods and walks behind the bar, crouching down. He brings forth a keg made from very old oak and carved with dwarven symbols. "Dwarves are known for their stonecraft but their beer is worth just as much." He pours a bit into a beerstein.
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
The newcomer doesn't look directly at the priestess. "I'm sure it has its charms. This tavern... do you have any idea what sorts frequent it? I'm looking for people who can fight for money. They don't have to be willing to risk their lives, though. I've taken care of that."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
The newcomer doesn't look directly at the priestess. "I'm sure it has its charms. This tavern... do you have any idea what sorts frequent it? I'm looking for people who can fight for money. They don't have to be willing to risk their lives, though. I've taken care of that."
"Kalon is the owner of the Tavern. He can help you, he knows everyone who passes through." She said and nodded. She spoke a series of words and smiled "A blessing for you say."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
He nods and walks behind the bar, crouching down. He brings forth a keg made from very old oak and carved with dwarven symbols. "Dwarves are known for their stonecraft but their beer is worth just as much." He pours a bit into a beerstein.
"What might this one be called then?"
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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.
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
The newcomer doesn't look directly at the priestess. "I'm sure it has its charms. This tavern... do you have any idea what sorts frequent it? I'm looking for people who can fight for money. They don't have to be willing to risk their lives, though. I've taken care of that."
"Kalon is the owner of the Tavern. He can help you, he knows everyone who passes through." She said and nodded. She spoke a series of words and smiled "A blessing for you say."
"Ah. I'd better talk to him then. I should note, since I lack a soul, I don't think most blessings can affect me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
He nods and walks behind the bar, crouching down. He brings forth a keg made from very old oak and carved with dwarven symbols. "Dwarves are known for their stonecraft but their beer is worth just as much." He pours a bit into a beerstein.
"What might this one be called then?"
"You don't want to know the name" Kalon winced and chuckled.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
The newcomer doesn't look directly at the priestess. "I'm sure it has its charms. This tavern... do you have any idea what sorts frequent it? I'm looking for people who can fight for money. They don't have to be willing to risk their lives, though. I've taken care of that."
"Kalon is the owner of the Tavern. He can help you, he knows everyone who passes through." She said and nodded. She spoke a series of words and smiled "A blessing for you say."
"Ah. I'd better talk to him then. I should note, since I lack a soul, I don't think most blessings can affect me."
She nods "Even those without souls deserve a little luck in their lives." She bows and walks away.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Tez may have been stood corrected, Maybe this place is friendly and only scratches on the outside. As he scratches his chin.
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"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
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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.
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A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Do you?" The warforge asked, staring into their eyes.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Tez casually just takes a seat down at a random table or whatever it is here that resembles a table, Of course while jotting down how the Tavern itself looks like.
Lore, Lore, and More! That's what I'm about!
PM me if you wish for some lore on a person or place!
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
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.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The tavern is rather full. All the lights here come from continual flames in lanterns. The tables, the bar, and the shelves are all made from stone that lined with veins of gold.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods and walks behind the bar, crouching down. He brings forth a keg made from very old oak and carved with dwarven symbols. "Dwarves are known for their stonecraft but their beer is worth just as much." He pours a bit into a beerstein.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The newcomer doesn't look directly at the priestess. "I'm sure it has its charms. This tavern... do you have any idea what sorts frequent it? I'm looking for people who can fight for money. They don't have to be willing to risk their lives, though. I've taken care of that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Kalon is the owner of the Tavern. He can help you, he knows everyone who passes through." She said and nodded. She spoke a series of words and smiled "A blessing for you say."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What might this one be called then?"
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.
"Ah. I'd better talk to him then. I should note, since I lack a soul, I don't think most blessings can affect me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You don't want to know the name" Kalon winced and chuckled.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She nods "Even those without souls deserve a little luck in their lives." She bows and walks away.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods and enters the building. His dull eyes, set into an already dull face, scan the room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Kalon is over by the bar, serving customers and cleaning glasses.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]