i brood in the corner of the tavern. im silent and cool and wearing a hood. i have a ton of knives but no one can see them
I'm in the opposite corner and i don't have a hood, but my face is hidden by the (un)natural shadows that cut across the tavern. I am effortlessly sliding a coin between my knuckles, a demonstration of how smooth I am.
I'm the tavern musician playing a mysterious tune on my vielle, speaking of horrors unknown that none dare face yet. My tip jar is empty
i order another ale and drop my change into the bard’s tip jar out of embarrassed obligation. i get a little self conscious that i’m seemingly the only motherfucker in the room with an easily viewed face and pull my collar up a little.
I am drunk and loud and laughing and any moderately perceptive person will immediately detect that I am extremely uncomfortable and just want to be somewhere, anywhere else. Home, perhaps.
I am 8 ducks eating frozen peas from a bowl of icy water. I am absolutely hoovering these babies down, last meal style. What is a tavern
((sorry I disappeared, my little brother picked up the phone and I got logged off. what did I miss))
I'm standing in another corner, pulling my hood back just a little, and smirking as I take another sip of my ale. "Looks like things are getting interesting..." I intone, smirkily.
I have forced down my entire mutton leg and immediately regretted it. My bugbear friends are nowhere to be found and I am beginning to suspect that they may have gone to the other tavern across town by mistake. Did I put "The Boar's Head" or "The Bear's Head" on the invite? I'd heard that The Bear's Head was having a buy-one-get-one on tankards of mead so I MEANT to put Bear's Head but we NORMALLY hang at The Boar's Head so I might have written "Boar's Head" on autopilot. As I feverishly ponder this I am next in line for the jakes. I whisper a prayer to Shor'Gash/Gro'Mesh, the diumverate godhead venerated by bugbears, to forgive the things I am about to do to this fantasy toilet.
i'm in a secluded part of the tavern talking with another player being suspiciously silent but altogether too loud in /tells
With remarkable blue hair and eyes, I slowly
walk up to the bar, dragging my feet slightly.
I reach over with a hand wrapped in a once azure
scarf, now old and worn down to pale blue, and
leave a twisted golden coin on the counter.
"Whatever that will get me... please." I say,
my voice broken, yet gentle, not even looking
up to see who's in front of me.
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| "Those who do not believe |
| in magic will never see it." |
| [alt.dragons-inn] Blue |
| [alt.pub.dragons-inn] Klawson |
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I'm tending bar. Cat ears flit quizzically and I raise an eye, "I'm guessing you meant for one? That... could buy a round for the house if'ya deigned."