The Tavern of Second Chances

The Tavern of Second Chances is home to many people who lost their way in the world-but were eventually picked up by a strange being that took the form of the tavern itself. Whether the tavern thought you needed another chance to be a hero, or another chance to do what’s right, that doesn’t matter, because all is peaceful here due to the strictly binding rules set by the tavern. 

RULES (READING IS REQUIRED):

1. Respect is the absolute most important rule. Please be respectful to your fellow roleplayers and spectators. Conflict in roleplay is totally fine, but do not take that conflict out of roleplay. 
2. The tavern and demiplane are a peaceful area. Fighting will be stopped immediately by the tavern through magical means. If one wishes to fight, they must leave the demiplane, which is fairly easy to do as there are portals scattered all over. You can roleplay in the thread and not be in the demiplane. 
3. Swearing is not allowed. You can substitute swears with words like (GP) or (1gp) but nothing close to the actual swear. 
4. Listen to the mods (Bananer, Gonz, Wes).
5. Absolutely no NSFW under any circumstances. We do not know the ages of the people on here, and DnD beyond is a 13+ space, so if you are both consenting adults, you may take it to PMs. 
6. Please be patient with new people and help them out. Feel free to answer questions, and don’t be rude. 
7. Ask permission before initiating a romantic relationship, casting a spell on someone, or anything else that seems to be related. If you are unsure if your thing requires consent, it probably does, so please ask, or ask a mod whether it requires consent or not. 
8. Put the words “lost souls deserve homes” in your first post to show that you read the rules. 
9. Go easy on quote chains for mobile users. 
10. New rules may be added at any time, but there will be an announcement.
11. Have fun!

The demiplane is fairly nice, it takes the form of a coastal scrubs habitat with creatures that you might find in that habitat. There is a small sea that has magic surrounding it that makes people turn around when they get too far. The demiplane is able to rearrange itself so that it has a different biome, or so that the tavern has more rooms for those who need them.

Nobody in the tavern is trapped. They can leave freely. Broken things will be fixed immediately by small bugs that crawl out of the ground. Combat is stopped by the tavern negating all damage taken. The tavern has an infinite supply of food and water and serves almost anything you can think of. It is always night in the tavern for some reason, and stars are rare but beautiful.

A few clarifications: 

• You can have characters from any world
• This tavern is meant as a serious tavern, but if you’d like to introduce a joke character, feel free to, just make sure you and the person you are roleplaying with are on the same page.
• Characters can be any level/CR as there will not be combat in the demiplane
• Please check with the mods to initiate a plot, unless it’s mostly character driven
• We use the DnD 2014 rules for combat if it ever does come up, but if both players agree on a different method, that is allowed.
• You can join the tavern without asking.
• You can have accommodations for your characters, like a garden or special additions to their room. You can start with these accommodations, but to get them in roleplay, ask the tavern. If you think your accommodation might not be allowed, ask a mod. (Tavern can be talked to by speaking to any silver bug that you find. The bugs will never speak back, but you will find your request completed if the tavern considers it reasonable.) 

This tavern is meant to be a recreation of the original tavern. We are hoping it gains traction and becomes a place where mutual respect is fostered. If this gains popularity, there may be an archive. A recommendation would be to put effort into your characters. Get obsessed with them. The more you love them, the better, as we believe interesting characters is what made the original few taverns what they’re known as today. Of course, this is not required.

lost souls deserve homes. now I’ve gotta think of a character

A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.

*Oh, man, it's here! I now have a place for all my lost OC souls that deserve homes (in the tavern's basement, of course, in very small pint glasses...).*

A tall, finely-dressed man stalks the perimeter of the tavern, vulture-like in his slink as he observes whatever revelry is happening on the inside. He has a unnervingly cunning look to him----his features are fox-like----thin-nosed, a slight grin peeling up towards small wisps of orangeish hair. He wears a small hat that covers most of his bush of slick, dark, and strangely curly hair, which blatantly juxtaposes itself with the chalk-white color of his face. He strolls around for several minutes, then finds the nearest empty seat and sinks himself down, brusquely rapping his nails upon the wood for a drink.

"Order?" he calls loudly, in an accent not so distinct from a goodfella. "I'd love a drink, if you please."

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A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.

As soon as she enters, she's knocked to the ground, sprawled between the inside and outside of the tavern. Another woman----red-scaled, spookily winged, with two horns growing from her head----stands in front of her, emitting a evil, demonic aura, before she extends a hand. "Sorry," she mumbles, voice deeper than expected---- "I'm a bit clumsy sometimes..." 

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A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.

 The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.

*gtg*

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Quote from boss0tron3000 >>

A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.

As soon as she enters, she's knocked to the ground, sprawled between the inside and outside of the tavern. Another woman----red-scaled, spookily winged, with two horns growing from her head----stands in front of her, emitting a evil, demonic aura, before she extends a hand. "Sorry," she mumbles, voice deeper than expected---- "I'm a bit clumsy sometimes..." 

 She grabs the stranger's hand, allowing herself to be lifted up, "It's fine, I should've announced myself." She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin.

Quote from Wes__ >>

*Oh, man, it's here! I now have a place for all my lost OC souls that deserve homes (in the tavern's basement, of course, in very small pint glasses...).*

A tall, finely-dressed man stalks the perimeter of the tavern, vulture-like in his slink as he observes whatever revelry is happening on the inside. He has a unnervingly cunning look to him----his features are fox-like----thin-nosed, a slight grin peeling up towards small wisps of orangeish hair. He wears a small hat that covers most of his bush of slick, dark, and strangely curly hair, which blatantly juxtaposes itself with the chalk-white color of his face. He strolls around for several minutes, then finds the nearest empty seat and sinks himself down, brusquely rapping his nails upon the wood for a drink.

"Order?" he calls loudly, in an accent not so distinct from a goodfella. "I'd love a drink, if you please."

This guy but a bit creepier

 A wooden mug floats through the air and sets itself in front of him, with orange liquid inside of it. 

Quote from 50thAltOfBananer >>

Quote from boss0tron3000 >>

A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.

 The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.

 She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"

an adventurer walks up to the tavern and says “well now this seems interesting” and opens the door

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Quote from 50thAltOfBananer >>

Quote from boss0tron3000 >>

A person walks up the stairs to the entrance of the tavern, she looks over at a sign next to the door, "Lost souls deserve homes." She speaks in a soft voice, "Interesting." She opens the tavern door and walks inside.

 The tavern is mostly empty-there are a few strange things that she notices, however. A cloth is scrubbing at the counter-it seems to be moving all on its own. The floor of the tavern is made of wooden planks that creak as she walks across them-there might be something under them, perhaps a basement? A large board is behind the counter, reading, “MENU: Anything you want!” A few people sipping drinks and eating warm food sit at circular tables made from the same type of wood as the floor-warm and honey colored. A staircase is in the corner, leading up to the rooms, and she hears a small shuddering, a bit like a tiny earthquake. The people around her don’t react, simply sipping their drinks, except a person in dirty clothes who looks up at the roof above them anxiously. They seem to be new to the place-wearing simple leather armor with a violet cloak covered in dirtstains. Their hair is blonde, a complete mess and dirty, their skin tanned, eyes so dark brown they appear almost black. They appear to be in their teens, sipping on a glass full of juice with a straw. Something catches her eye at the back of his cloak-a strange symbol that looks like a wyvern facing the other direction.

 She has shoulder length hair that is pure white, she is wearing a leather shoulder pad with a strap across her chest, she's wearing a light green tunic with brown pants, and has small pouches on her belt. She also has a greatsword strapped across her back, and a small pack. Her irises are golden, with Caucasian skin. She walks over to them, "Hello, how are you?"

 He turns around to stare at her, frowning. “Great, great.” He absentmindedly fidgets with the buckles of his armor. “Do I know you?”

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an adventurer walks up to the tavern and says “well now this seems interesting” and opens the door

 They see the same things that the woman saw, including the teenager, who is sharpening his sword. 

The adventurer walks over to the teenager sits down next to them and says “Hello there”

Quote from 50thAltOfBananer >>

Quote from Wes__ >>

*Oh, man, it's here! I now have a place for all my lost OC souls that deserve homes (in the tavern's basement, of course, in very small pint glasses...).*

A tall, finely-dressed man stalks the perimeter of the tavern, vulture-like in his slink as he observes whatever revelry is happening on the inside. He has a unnervingly cunning look to him----his features are fox-like----thin-nosed, a slight grin peeling up towards small wisps of orangeish hair. He wears a small hat that covers most of his bush of slick, dark, and strangely curly hair, which blatantly juxtaposes itself with the chalk-white color of his face. He strolls around for several minutes, then finds the nearest empty seat and sinks himself down, brusquely rapping his nails upon the wood for a drink.

"Order?" he calls loudly, in an accent not so distinct from a goodfella. "I'd love a drink, if you please."

This guy but a bit creepier

 A wooden mug floats through the air and sets itself in front of him, with orange liquid inside of it. 

"Ugh. Orange?" He sneers at the drink, then pushes it away. "I only take my drinks blue and cold, thank you." 

Quote from Sablemeerkat676 >>

The adventurer walks over to the teenager sits down next to them and says “Hello there”

 “Hey there.” The kid says, nodding to the adventurer. “What brings you here?” 

Quote from Wes__ >>

Quote from 50thAltOfBananer >>

Quote from Wes__ >>

*Oh, man, it's here! I now have a place for all my lost OC souls that deserve homes (in the tavern's basement, of course, in very small pint glasses...).*

A tall, finely-dressed man stalks the perimeter of the tavern, vulture-like in his slink as he observes whatever revelry is happening on the inside. He has a unnervingly cunning look to him----his features are fox-like----thin-nosed, a slight grin peeling up towards small wisps of orangeish hair. He wears a small hat that covers most of his bush of slick, dark, and strangely curly hair, which blatantly juxtaposes itself with the chalk-white color of his face. He strolls around for several minutes, then finds the nearest empty seat and sinks himself down, brusquely rapping his nails upon the wood for a drink.

"Order?" he calls loudly, in an accent not so distinct from a goodfella. "I'd love a drink, if you please."

This guy but a bit creepier

 A wooden mug floats through the air and sets itself in front of him, with orange liquid inside of it. 

"Ugh. Orange?" He sneers at the drink, then pushes it away. "I only take my drinks blue and cold, thank you." 

 The cup tips over in his hand, spilling hot orange liquid all over it. Seems the tavern has a strange sense of humor. 

“I could ask the same of you but to answer your question I don’t know. I lost all of my memory recently.”

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“I could ask the same of you but to answer your question I don’t know. I lost all of my memory recently.”

 “Oh. Sorry to hear that. Not sure about myself, just ended up here. Been going with the flow ever since.”

*I have a question can my character have blackrazor?*