"Perhaps i will have another ale... ALE FOR EVERYBODY ON ME!!!" I flip the barkeep a platinum piece, "I am the Supreme Wizard of the Cult of Sedge" I say in a low, quiet voice "but i'd like to keep it on the low key, but my reputation may precede me."
I grin mischeviously, and cast reverse gravity on my cup, so that it sitcks to the ceiling, the liquid in it also floating in the top.
Malwyn smiled and before she left to get the ale she whispered back: I can do that.
She came back carrying a barrel of ale and happily started pouring for everyone.
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Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
The door to the Tavern abruptly gets smashed down and it comes flying to the ground, a 7 ft high Half-Orc walks in and laughs at Malwyn, he turns around to look at the door he just knocked down and says "Oops, you better fix that". He stumbles over towards the Supreme Wizard, puts his arm around him and says to the barkeep very slurred "Let me buy my friend here a drink." He throws a copper piece at Malwyn and says "And make it quick".
Had the orc not been drunk, Malwyn would have been sent into a fit. She still was pretty upset he broke her door in the middle of a snowstorm. Since she already had the barrel of ale with her she didn’t have to go anywhere, and as she poured him the ale she thought to herself: The nerve of some people, that orc WILL get me a new door as soon as he’s sober.
After calming down a bit, she asked the giant for help: Mr. Montarco, would you please me get the spare door that I have in the back for such occasions?
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Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
I was born in a little town called Bral in the Tears of Selune near Faerun. When I was born there was a warlock promised to Orcus Prince of the Undead who hated my mother because she and her friends had destroyed a temple of Orcus near the Great Rift and stopped the demon prince from getting his Wand back. When I was three days old the warlock appeared beside my cradle and cursed me, saying that if I ever got married the people I loved most would die. Then she smiled and teleported away.
I was Steel Dragonborn on my father’s side, and I inherited my hair and eyes from him, but my mom was human. She raised me from childhood to be a sorceress, and when I was 18 I left home to seek my fortune as an adventurer same as she did. I joined a group who called ourselves the Wandering Stars, cause we wandered from world to world never putting down roots in any of them. Then in Sigil the City of Doors I met my true love.
His name was Adrian. He was a sorcerer like me but instead of going adventuring like me he followed in his dad’s footsteps and made a name for himself in the law courts of Sigil. After we took down Judge Gabberslug, a nalfeshnee who somehow managed to get himself appointed judge and immediately began corrupting the system, and had our first kiss underneath a statue of the Lady of Pain, Adrian told me he didn’t want to live his life without me anymore. So he became my first official boyfriend and quit being a lawyer and joined the Wandering Stars and we had many more adventures.
Finally, after we defeated an illithid elder-brain trying to spread a deadly disease across Faerun, Adrian proposed to me. I told him about the curse, but he convinced me that if we eloped and didn’t tell anyone the curse wouldn’t affect me. So we ran off to Herospace, a planet where old adventurers go to retire, and got married by a priest of Sune named Adon. Then we went back and hung out with the group on some more adventures and for a while we were happy.
Lyra finishes her ale and nibbles a juniper berry. “Thanks. I’d love to finish my story later, but I’ll need some more refreshment before I go on.”
The door to the Tavern abruptly gets smashed down and it comes flying to the ground, a 7 ft high Half-Orc walks in and laughs at Malwyn, he turns around to look at the door he just knocked down and says "Oops, you better fix that". He stumbles over towards the Supreme Wizard, puts his arm around him and says to the barkeep very slurred "Let me buy my friend here a drink." He throws a copper piece at Malwyn and says "And make it quick".
The Goliath stands, 5 inches taller than the half orc at his full height. “You are going to fix that door or answer to me.” And he towers over you
“I’ve got a quarter barrel of a great chocolate stout in my bag!” He pulls out a barrel a quarter the size of a regular barrel and brings it around the bar
I was born in a little town called Bral in the Tears of Selune near Faerun. When I was born there was a warlock promised to Orcus Prince of the Undead who hated my mother because she and her friends had destroyed a temple of Orcus near the Great Rift and stopped the demon prince from getting his Wand back. When I was three days old the warlock appeared beside my cradle and cursed me, saying that if I ever got married the people I loved most would die. Then she smiled and teleported away.
I was Steel Dragonborn on my father’s side, and I inherited my hair and eyes from him, but my mom was human. She raised me from childhood to be a sorceress, and when I was 18 I left home to seek my fortune as an adventurer same as she did. I joined a group who called ourselves the Wandering Stars, cause we wandered from world to world never putting down roots in any of them. Then in Sigil the City of Doors I met my true love.
His name was Adrian. He was a sorcerer like me but instead of going adventuring like me he followed in his dad’s footsteps and made a name for himself in the law courts of Sigil. After we took down Judge Gabberslug, a nalfeshnee who somehow managed to get himself appointed judge and immediately began corrupting the system, and had our first kiss underneath a statue of the Lady of Pain, Adrian told me he didn’t want to live his life without me anymore. So he became my first official boyfriend and quit being a lawyer and joined the Wandering Stars and we had many more adventures.
Finally, after we defeated an illithid elder-brain trying to spread a deadly disease across Faerun, Adrian proposed to me. I told him about the curse, but he convinced me that if we eloped and didn’t tell anyone the curse wouldn’t affect me. So we ran off to Herospace, a planet where old adventurers go to retire, and got married by a priest of Sune named Adon. Then we went back and hung out with the group on some more adventures and for a while we were happy.
Lyra finishes her ale and nibbles a juniper berry. “Thanks. I’d love to finish my story later, but I’ll need some more refreshment before I go on.”
Malwyn smiles at her cleverness and refills her drink: Your story is very interesting, please continue, Mrs. Lyra.
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Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
I stand up and move over too the fire “that is the biggest blizzard I’ve seen in 50 years”
Do’Taba, who was already sitting by the fire, said: Young Indigo, never in my 125 years have I seen a snow storm this bad and cold! My old self isn’t made for cold weather! *he said with a chuckle* Then again, Khajiit never liked the cold even when they are young.
Malwyn, can you please give me a refill on my ale? Don’t forget the juniper berries please. *he takes out several gold coins for payment*
Malwyn: I’ll be there in just one moment, I need to finish fixing this door before we all freeze to death! Hurry, Mr. Montarco, the snow is blowing in! *she said with an urgent voice*
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Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
“I’ve got a quarter barrel of a great chocolate stout in my bag!” He pulls out a barrel a quarter the size of a regular barrel and brings it around the bar
Do’Taba looks at him with surprise: Chocolate Stout? Here in this province? Well, I better move before everyone gets it all! *he moved quickly despite his age to the bar where the quarter-barrel was* We can warm it up a little, like the last time it was winter and we had Chocolate Stout! How does that sound?
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Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
“Excellent! I’ll carry the half orc to a room. I’ll cover him today but he needs to go.” I pull out the tools that I assume were with the door and attach it to the door jamb. “Any other work you need done? And save a pint of the stout for me!”
The door to the Tavern abruptly gets smashed down and it comes flying to the ground, a 7 ft high Half-Orc walks in and laughs at Malwyn, he turns around to look at the door he just knocked down and says "Oops, you better fix that". He stumbles over towards the Supreme Wizard, puts his arm around him and says to the barkeep very slurred "Let me buy my friend here a drink." He throws a copper piece at Malwyn and says "And make it quick".
Had the orc not been drunk, Malwyn would have been sent into a fit. She still was pretty upset he broke her door in the middle of a snowstorm. Since she already had the barrel of ale with her she didn’t have to go anywhere, and as she poured him the ale she thought to herself: The nerve of some people, that orc WILL get me a new door as soon as he’s sober.
After calming down a bit, she asked the giant for help: Mr. Montarco, would you please me get the spare door that I have in the back for such occasions?
I cast web and create a temporary door for the tavern.
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Cult of Sedge
Rangers are the best, and have always been the best
“Excellent! I’ll carry the half orc to a room. I’ll cover him today but he needs to go.” I pull out the tools that I assume were with the door and attach it to the door jamb. “Any other work you need done? And save a pint of the stout for me!”
Malwyn looked surprised: Did the half orc pass out drunk already? If he is, can you take him upstairs in one of the rooms until he wakes up and decides that he can calmly join us all down here, but if he’s still awake, he can stay down here for the moment. If he causes any form of violence I’ll have him leave, but if he keeps the peace among us here he can stay, even if he wrecked my door, I don’t have the heart to send someone out into that monster of a snowstorm!
She looked at the new door that Mr. Montarco just installed: Amazing craftsmanship! It’s better than it was before thank you! If you don’t mind, my stool behind the bar counter has a creaky leg could you have a look of that? I’ll get you an entire quarter-barrel of my strongest ale in return for your help with the door and I won’t take no for an answer, I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself otherwise being only a third of your size! I’ll make sure to save you some Stout, I myself would like to have some!
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Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
The door to the Tavern abruptly gets smashed down and it comes flying to the ground, a 7 ft high Half-Orc walks in and laughs at Malwyn, he turns around to look at the door he just knocked down and says "Oops, you better fix that". He stumbles over towards the Supreme Wizard, puts his arm around him and says to the barkeep very slurred "Let me buy my friend here a drink." He throws a copper piece at Malwyn and says "And make it quick".
Had the orc not been drunk, Malwyn would have been sent into a fit. She still was pretty upset he broke her door in the middle of a snowstorm. Since she already had the barrel of ale with her she didn’t have to go anywhere, and as she poured him the ale she thought to herself: The nerve of some people, that orc WILL get me a new door as soon as he’s sober.
After calming down a bit, she asked the giant for help: Mr. Montarco, would you please me get the spare door that I have in the back for such occasions?
I cast web and create a temporary door for the tavern.
Malwyn, with a look of gratefulness, turns to the Wizard: Thank you for your help!
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Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
May I ask, where is this place? I've only teleported in from Sigil.
(If you read the beginning of the thread there is a disclaimer that says that a lot of what I tell you guys is from a home brew world that I created for this purpose)
Malwyn answers the sorcerer: You are in the province of Дезника ( for anyone not familiar with how to pronounce Russian letters, you may call it Dyeznika) in the country called Пракива (Prakeeva, just roll the “r”). Also known for mild summers and harsh winters.
Malwyn smiled and before she left to get the ale she whispered back: I can do that.
She came back carrying a barrel of ale and happily started pouring for everyone.
Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
Had the orc not been drunk, Malwyn would have been sent into a fit. She still was pretty upset he broke her door in the middle of a snowstorm. Since she already had the barrel of ale with her she didn’t have to go anywhere, and as she poured him the ale she thought to herself: The nerve of some people, that orc WILL get me a new door as soon as he’s sober.
After calming down a bit, she asked the giant for help: Mr. Montarco, would you please me get the spare door that I have in the back for such occasions?
Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
I was born in a little town called Bral in the Tears of Selune near Faerun. When I was born there was a warlock promised to Orcus Prince of the Undead who hated my mother because she and her friends had destroyed a temple of Orcus near the Great Rift and stopped the demon prince from getting his Wand back. When I was three days old the warlock appeared beside my cradle and cursed me, saying that if I ever got married the people I loved most would die. Then she smiled and teleported away.
I was Steel Dragonborn on my father’s side, and I inherited my hair and eyes from him, but my mom was human. She raised me from childhood to be a sorceress, and when I was 18 I left home to seek my fortune as an adventurer same as she did. I joined a group who called ourselves the Wandering Stars, cause we wandered from world to world never putting down roots in any of them. Then in Sigil the City of Doors I met my true love.
His name was Adrian. He was a sorcerer like me but instead of going adventuring like me he followed in his dad’s footsteps and made a name for himself in the law courts of Sigil. After we took down Judge Gabberslug, a nalfeshnee who somehow managed to get himself appointed judge and immediately began corrupting the system, and had our first kiss underneath a statue of the Lady of Pain, Adrian told me he didn’t want to live his life without me anymore. So he became my first official boyfriend and quit being a lawyer and joined the Wandering Stars and we had many more adventures.
Finally, after we defeated an illithid elder-brain trying to spread a deadly disease across Faerun, Adrian proposed to me. I told him about the curse, but he convinced me that if we eloped and didn’t tell anyone the curse wouldn’t affect me. So we ran off to Herospace, a planet where old adventurers go to retire, and got married by a priest of Sune named Adon. Then we went back and hung out with the group on some more adventures and for a while we were happy.
Lyra finishes her ale and nibbles a juniper berry. “Thanks. I’d love to finish my story later, but I’ll need some more refreshment before I go on.”
The Goliath stands, 5 inches taller than the half orc at his full height. “You are going to fix that door or answer to me.” And he towers over you
Then I go back for the door
“I’ve got a quarter barrel of a great chocolate stout in my bag!” He pulls out a barrel a quarter the size of a regular barrel and brings it around the bar
I stand up and move over too the fire “that is the biggest blizzard I’ve seen in 50 years”
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Malwyn smiles at her cleverness and refills her drink: Your story is very interesting, please continue, Mrs. Lyra.
Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
With a grateful look, Malwyn thanks the giant for his help: Thank you, Mr. Montarco. Now let’s get the cold out of here and fix this door!
Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
Do’Taba, who was already sitting by the fire, said: Young Indigo, never in my 125 years have I seen a snow storm this bad and cold! My old self isn’t made for cold weather! *he said with a chuckle* Then again, Khajiit never liked the cold even when they are young.
Malwyn, can you please give me a refill on my ale? Don’t forget the juniper berries please. *he takes out several gold coins for payment*
Malwyn: I’ll be there in just one moment, I need to finish fixing this door before we all freeze to death! Hurry, Mr. Montarco, the snow is blowing in! *she said with an urgent voice*
Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
Do’Taba looks at him with surprise: Chocolate Stout? Here in this province? Well, I better move before everyone gets it all! *he moved quickly despite his age to the bar where the quarter-barrel was* We can warm it up a little, like the last time it was winter and we had Chocolate Stout! How does that sound?
Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
“Excellent! I’ll carry the half orc to a room. I’ll cover him today but he needs to go.” I pull out the tools that I assume were with the door and attach it to the door jamb. “Any other work you need done? And save a pint of the stout for me!”
I cast web and create a temporary door for the tavern.
Cult of Sedge
Rangers are the best, and have always been the best
I love Homebrew
I hate paladins
Warrior Bovine
May I ask, where is this place? I've only teleported in from Sigil.
DM: Dragon of Icespire Peak PbP
Clearly you've never been to the Frostfell recently. Indigo, Correct?
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“I don’t dabble with dimensional portals much the last one was bad enough and I have heard stories about some of the others”
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“How much are rooms?”
Malwyn looked surprised: Did the half orc pass out drunk already? If he is, can you take him upstairs in one of the rooms until he wakes up and decides that he can calmly join us all down here, but if he’s still awake, he can stay down here for the moment. If he causes any form of violence I’ll have him leave, but if he keeps the peace among us here he can stay, even if he wrecked my door, I don’t have the heart to send someone out into that monster of a snowstorm!
She looked at the new door that Mr. Montarco just installed: Amazing craftsmanship! It’s better than it was before thank you! If you don’t mind, my stool behind the bar counter has a creaky leg could you have a look of that? I’ll get you an entire quarter-barrel of my strongest ale in return for your help with the door and I won’t take no for an answer, I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself otherwise being only a third of your size! I’ll make sure to save you some Stout, I myself would like to have some!
Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
Malwyn, with a look of gratefulness, turns to the Wizard: Thank you for your help!
Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern
(If you read the beginning of the thread there is a disclaimer that says that a lot of what I tell you guys is from a home brew world that I created for this purpose)
Malwyn answers the sorcerer: You are in the province of Дезника ( for anyone not familiar with how to pronounce Russian letters, you may call it Dyeznika) in the country called Пракива (Prakeeva, just roll the “r”). Also known for mild summers and harsh winters.
Do’ Taba the Honest Merchant
Malwyn the Barkeeper of The Tales of Adventurers’ Tavern