Congratulations! You have came into possession of 16 Perfectly Smooth Stone Spheres! Whether you made them yourself, found them, inherited them, or bought them, you now own 16 Perfectly Smooth Stone Spheres. However, unbeknownst to you, you have just unlocked the cosmic cheat code to a whole host of shenanigans. I can't tell you why, or how, but something about a person owning 16 Perfectly Smooth Stone Spheres entitles them to face all sorts of calamities, mischief, hijinks and fantasy of a supernatural and bizarre nature, at varying levels of insanity. If you want to reject your new life, you can throw a stone away, or dent a few so they aren't Perfectly Smooth anymore, but you'll always know the secret of the universe; the 16 Perfectly Smooth Stone Spheres. 

The rules are as follows: 

 To introduce your character, simply describe their appearance, name, a bit about them, etc, and tell us how they acquired their 16 Perfectly Smooth Stone Spheres. After that, the chaos will begin!

(This seems cool, if I did taverns I’d join, just some feedback)

[Ah thanks, just as a note though, it isn't a tavern but more of a story based roleplay thread like some of the other threads on the forum! Thanks for giving it a look though!]

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*Marble*

A skinny man walks through the streets of the city with a briefcase in hand. A top hat crowns his head and an upside down note on it says: TIPS. Suspenders hold up his baggy, pocket riddled shorts, his shirt is colorful, the sort that is usually only worn by grandpas with little fashion sense, and his socks do not match in color or size. He sets his briefcase on the ground and pops it open. Inside rests sixteen marble stone globes. Alexander Skipsi counts each ball of stone before removing five of them. His quick hands give the balls flight, they tumble and jump and rise and fall, juggled with deft skill and accuracy. 

Your performing goes well, many people stop throughout the day to drop some coins in your hat as they wander the high street, and you make about $46 dollars in total, along with some loose change. The most notable person you see throughout the day though is a little girl with fake fairy wings and no apparent parents, who dropped in a silver coin into your hat that you don't recognize at all, and simply said 'That's a lovely set of stone spheres you have there, mister!', before wandering off and disappearing. The coin has the imprint of a jester on either side; one smiling, and one sad, and the writing round the rim is gobbledegook. 

After a long day of juggling, Alexander carefully packs up his sixteen perfectly smooth stone spheres and heads to a quiet diner to get a meal. As he walks he examines the strange coin, flipping it into the air before catching it again.

It's a cool evening, around 7:00, and the sun has only just set, so the sky is still streaked with indigo and pink as you walk along the river route of town, the city skyline clear across the water. You flip the curious coin up into the air, there's a flash of silver, and suddenly it's night time. The full moon is up hanging above, and the city skyline matches the night sky with the dots of windows lit up like stars. The coin falls down, and lands in your open palm again. You blink, and it's back to the evening. Only a minute has passed. 

Skipsi stops in his tracks, eyes wide in wonder as he stares first at the sky then back at the coin. He rubs the surface of the coin with his thumb and thin sends it cartwheeling through the air once more.

The same process repeats itself; as the coin reaches the apex of its ascent, the smiling jester looking up, the night sky flashes into view before reverting back to the cool evening, with a minute having being skipped during the seemingly blink-and-you'll-miss-it flip.

A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian. 

Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather. 

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A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian. 

Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather. 

 You see a thin man in a top hat, suspenders, baggy pants, and mismatched clothing walking down the path. A briefcase is in his hand and a bright smile is on his face. 

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A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian. 

Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather. 

 You see a thin man in a top hat, suspenders, baggy pants, and mismatched clothing walking down the path. A briefcase is in his hand and a bright smile is on his face. 

 Calvin, standing off to the side, kind of sidesteps in front of the man. "Hiya. Cool hat." He grins. 

*Alabaster*

Marie sets the sixteen alabaster spheres- each the size of a golf ball- on the table in the back of her antique store, looking at them curiously. She's used to old trinkets and curios, either from people selling the ones they had after realizing their value, or from discovering them in the box by the dumpster behind the store- presumably from those who thought them nothing but clutter. However, she discovered these spheres in a box left at the doorstep of her home, with no indication of who they were from. Suspicious but overall fascinated, she examines them, noting that they are perfectly smooth.

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A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian. 

Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather. 

 You see a thin man in a top hat, suspenders, baggy pants, and mismatched clothing walking down the path. A briefcase is in his hand and a bright smile is on his face. 

 Calvin, standing off to the side, kind of sidesteps in front of the man. "Hiya. Cool hat." He grins. 

 His eyes brighten, “Why thank you! I’ve got two!” He lifts the hat up to reveal another smaller top hat covering a man bun.

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A blonde fella, fairly muscular, devious smile. His name is Calvin, and his stones are made of obsidian. 

Calvin is sitting on a park bench, enjoying the weather. 

 You see a thin man in a top hat, suspenders, baggy pants, and mismatched clothing walking down the path. A briefcase is in his hand and a bright smile is on his face. 

 Calvin, standing off to the side, kind of sidesteps in front of the man. "Hiya. Cool hat." He grins. 

 His eyes brighten, “Why thank you! I’ve got two!” He lifts the hat up to reveal another smaller top hat covering a man bun.

 This surprises the young man quite a lot, actually, and he laughs in delight. "Oh well how convenient! I like you man, you got a good energy or somethin." He unstraps something from his belt off his back, showing it to the thin man. "One of the only cool things I really got is this knife I made with my dad. And the sheath." He shows off a nicely crafted damascus blade with a walnut wood handle, complete with a leather sheath with finely detailed tooling and red and black dye. 

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*Alabaster*

Marie sets the sixteen alabaster spheres- each the size of a golf ball- on the table in the back of her antique store, looking at them curiously. She's used to old trinkets and curios, either from people selling the ones they had after realizing their value, or from discovering them in the box by the dumpster behind the store- presumably from those who thought them nothing but clutter. However, she discovered these spheres in a box left at the doorstep of her home, with no indication of who they were from. Suspicious but overall fascinated, she examines them, noting that they are perfectly smooth.

 If she looked up and across the street a ways, she'd see a young blonde man showing another thinner man in a top hat his knife. 

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*Alabaster*

Marie sets the sixteen alabaster spheres- each the size of a golf ball- on the table in the back of her antique store, looking at them curiously. She's used to old trinkets and curios, either from people selling the ones they had after realizing their value, or from discovering them in the box by the dumpster behind the store- presumably from those who thought them nothing but clutter. However, she discovered these spheres in a box left at the doorstep of her home, with no indication of who they were from. Suspicious but overall fascinated, she examines them, noting that they are perfectly smooth.

 If she looked up and across the street a ways, she'd see a young blonde man showing another thinner man in a top hat his knife. 

She does so, and notices the two. However, she doesn't immediately strike up conversation, simply exiting her shop- an action announced by the chime of the small bell on the door- and turning the sign outside from 'CLOSED' to 'OPEN'.

The lovely chiming catches Calvin's attention. His head swivels towards the shop. Can he tell what kind of shop it is, or just a general one? 

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The lovely chiming catches Calvin's attention. His head swivels towards the shop. Can he tell what kind of shop it is, or just a general one? 

Calvin can tell that the shop is an antique store, partly from the old-looking curios in the shop window, and partly due to the writing on the inside of the shop window that can be read from outside as 'Marie's Antique Store'.