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Westen
 GM, 3 posts
Sat 21 Sep 2019
at 02:41
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Welcome to Deckis.
That is what the sign reads at all three entrances to the city. Whichever entrance you chose, your destination is the same. The "Accardian" inn is a location of some repute. Whether this is ill repute or fame seems to change from week to week, but the one constant is that it draws adventurers like a moth to the flame. The streets bustle; heavily populated by merchants hawking their wares, and customers gawking at merchandise as you approach the door to the inn seeking a room for the night.

This message was last edited by the GM at 11:06, Wed 27 Nov 2019.

Trai Dun
 player, 16 posts
Tue 3 Dec 2019
at 22:51
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The inn's residence then here a loud slam on the door as a 7ft tall man with a leather coat kicks the door and smiles with the ugliest grin ever seen. "Workers of Accardian, I have come seeking drinks and more drinks." says Trai as he heads to the innkeeper,"And I hope that I might get a room and other assortments for free." Trai says to the Innkeeper and showed him a jolly Roger tattoo on his right hand that most people would know to fear.

Trai uses Bad Reputation
-No matter where you go, people are afraid of you due to your reputation. When you are in a civilized settlement, you can get away with minor criminal offenses, such as refusing to pay for food at a tavern or breaking down doors at a local shop, since most people will not report your activity to the authorities.

Westen
 GM, 50 posts
Tue 3 Dec 2019
at 22:58
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In reply to Trai Dun (msg # 2):

"R-right away honored patron." The bartender squeaks, rushing to pull a key from a rack of similar keys. "That'll be..." He looks at you, then looks away. "On the house." He puts the key on the bar in front of you, then retreats as if expecting a blow.
Sundri Grudge-Bearer
 player, 4 posts
 HP: 10/10 AC: 15
 Dwarf Wizard
Wed 4 Dec 2019
at 08:44
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An old Dwarf clad in scale mail with robes over top sits at the bar nursing a drink. At the rude entrance of the large man, the Dwarf looks over his shoulder at the giant.

"Were ya raised in a barn? Open tha door normally, next time."

Having said his piece, the Dwarf returns to his drink with a few grumbles in his native tongue under his breath.
Trai Dun
 player, 17 posts
Wed 4 Dec 2019
at 09:07
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"Nay, random patron, I was raised in a cave. I have no clue what a door is. Ha, ha, ha."

The large man takes a random drink from a waitress.
Xanthas Quell
 player, 3 posts
Wed 4 Dec 2019
at 13:23
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Xantha's stood quietly in the corner tending to his ale and his own problems. The brutes entrance both loud and ill mannered was providing plenty of distraction. Xantha's quickly scanned the inn's patrons looking for his next potential mark. His coin was beginning to run low and this may just be the opportunity he needed to alleviate that situation.
Mark
 player, 11 posts
Wed 4 Dec 2019
at 14:19
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Mark closes in to the inn with thundering steps, expecting to just simply walk in the open door - only resulting of hitting his head into the door's top jamb. He then proceeds to enter the inn, closing the door, and rubbing his head. He then approaches that bar, looking for the bartender. "Hello? I need food, drink a lodging for the night."
Trai Dun
 player, 18 posts
Wed 4 Dec 2019
at 14:47
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Trai sees the Dragonborn walk into the bar and, with booming steps, approaches him. Looking him up and down while taking a swig of his ale. He gives the dragonborn the ugliest grin ever grinned and says,
"If your in need of lodgings, I could give it to you for free, but for a trade, you give me a magic card."
Paladria
 player, 8 posts
 DEATH FROM ABOVE!
Wed 4 Dec 2019
at 14:54
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Entertaining others, as a way of life, was not the easiest, but certainly more fun and less work than sod busting or brick laying. Sometimes you had good nights, people clapped and cheered, some would give coins or flowers, but usually you could at least get room and board. Singing for one’s supper for a normal sized person wasn’t easy, but when you measured under 3 feet in height, it took extra work. You have to be loud, you have to make sure that your clothes say and show “grown up” rather than little kid, and you have to even work harder sometimes just to be seen. Paladria’s night started poorly. 08:55, Today: Paladria rolled 10 using 1d20+5.  Performance. She had, however already played that tavern for a couple of nights and she was running out of material. It was time to move on, so in her brightest colors and with her best smile she left the first place, a bit high class, and went to the other one, called “Accardian,” which she had avoided up until now because if the rough and tumble of the clientele. Still if it meant eating one more night before moving on to some other town it would be worth it. She played her flute all the way across town, hoping to draw at least a smattering of new guests to show the owner she could make him back his investment.

09:05, Today: Paladria rolled 9 using 1d20+5.  Performance for Accadian (hopefully better). Sometimes you just have an off night. No one is perfect, and she sighed, hearing the badly missed notes. Hunger made her keep trying. In the doors (which seemed to be slightly off their hinges, huh, go figure), she hopped up on a chair, ”Hello good people...and bad.” She smirked at her own attempt at humor, ”Presenting, the Amazing Paladria, that’s me!” She topped the table and bowed. She spun to face a rather homely fellow with a pirate tattoo This is Trai. Everywhere I refer to pirate Tattoo, I’m referring to him. Great. Well maybe it’ll at least be worth a laugh or two. She cleared her throat and began clapping out a rhythm, and as the crowd picked it up she launched into her song.

A note on this song, it is a traditional Ballad, Landlord Fill the Flowing Bowl and it was used exactly this way, an entertainer would enter a new establishment and sing it, hoping the “Landlord” or tavern owner will give him/her room and board for the rest of his/her set. It is known as a call and refrain, the singer sings the first few lines of each stanza and the crown repeats the second line three times, like in the opening chorus. It has a couple of versions, I’ve chosen a slightly more bawdy version, tailored for the crowd as well. I’m adding some IC embellishments, hoping the GM will ignore my aweful rolls, make the crowd a drunk bunch who don’t care that she is off Kay and willing to laugh along with her. I put Chorus in *’s because I did not think it necessary to actually repeat it each time. She isn’t saying “Chorus,” she is singing the words. Anyhow...
*Chorus*:
“Come landlord fill the flowing bowl
Until it doth run over.
Come landlord fill the flowing bowl
Until it doth run over.
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
For tonight we'll merry merry be
Tomorrow we'll be sober.”


She paused here to take a lay of the land. She knew she was off key tonight, but it might not matter, if the crowd was already in their cup, wanted to just have fun with tha call and refrain, or both she might still have a chance to win them over.

”Here's to the man who drinks weak ale,
And goes to bed quite sober.
Here's to the man who drinks weak ale,
And goes to bed quite sober.
Fades as the leaves do fade,
Fades as the leaves do fade,
Fades as the leaves do fade,
And drops off in October.
*Chorus*
Here's to the man who drinks strong ale,
And goes to bed quite plastered.
Lives as he ought to live,
And dies a drunken bastard.
*Chorus*
Here's to the man who drinks strong ale,
The volume of a river.
He shall have a splendid life,
But bugger up his liver.
*Chorus*
Here's to the one who drinks our ale,
And never does repay us.
Soon he will drink alone,
And learn to be more generous.
*Chorus*
Here's to the man who drinks strong ale,
But can't seem to remember,
That the drunken lover finds,
It floppifies his member.”


With each of these stanzas, it is generally done that the crowd picks someone to be the “butt” of these jokes. Mind you this is all good natured fun. The Weak Ale drinker is usually a clergyman; The Strong is usually someone already passed out early; the One who Doesn’t Pay is usually for the man who has already bought everyone a round, ie tongue in cheek thank you; the One who can’t Remember is usually a married guy who is dancing/flirting with another woman, “floppifies his member” is his wife’s...err..revenge.

She has paused again., rearranging in her head the stanzas to fit the mood.

”*Chorus*
If I had more bricks and stones,
I'd build the chimney higher.
It would stop the landlord's cat,
From pissing in the fire.
*Chorus*”


She lift her skirt here, flashing the crowd just a little. She isn’t afraid of this, she’s dealt with rowdy crowds before and will again. She is just hoping to pull them towards being entertained.

However now, she gets to the really fun part and spins on the table to face the Pirate fellow. She winked at his so he knew what was coming.
”Here's to the maid who steals a kiss,
And runs to tell her mother.
She's a foolish foolish thing,
She'll never get another.
*Chorus*”


She stepped up and kissed pirate tattoo quick on the cheek, then spun and skipped in place as if running away.

“Here's to the girl who steals a kiss,
And comes to steal another.
She's a boon to all  her kind,
Soon she'll be a mother.
*Chorus*”


This time, if he was receptive to her first advance, she is a bit bolder. She kissed him on the cheek and then climbed down to stand in his lap and kissed him full on the lips. At 2’10” this probably puts her right at eye level, maybe a bit below. She is going for the juxtaposition here, hoping her tinyness next to his enormity will be funny and cute. When she sings “be a mother” she spins again and holds her arms out, pantomiming being pregnant.

“Come walk with me all in the park,
And don't be so particular.
If the grass is soaking wet,
We'll do it perpendicular.
*Chorus*”


This is no even a very thinly veiled sexual reference. The “grass” isn’t grass, after all. Because pirate tattoo was the only one who didn’t get to see her earlier bawdy little show, she hopped up on the table facing him and gave him a peak for himself, and a wink again so he knew it was her way of thanking him for playing along, assuming he does.

”And here's to the man who beds a girl,
The moment that he sees her.
He shall for his fortune get,
A dose of gonorrhoea.
*Chorus*”


This is not normally the last stanza, actually I’ve rearranged most of these to fit the mood. Depending on the crowd it might not even be sung, but she is again hoping that the bawdy humor will win her the crowd and therefor a nights free stay and food. She hopped down off he table after taking her bow and clambered over to the Tavernkeeper. ”Whattaya say, mate? I finish the show and you give me a room and a scoop from the stew pot. I’m little I don’t eat much, and I don’t even mind bunking with someone as long as you’ve got a seperate bed for me. Deal?” She put out her small hand...
Trai Dun
 player, 19 posts
Wed 4 Dec 2019
at 21:28
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Trai played along with this halfling and was amused at her performance."Ha, ha, ha, that was great lass. Just what this inn needed, in fact, I think I know of a way to make this inn much livelier." Trai looked at the innkeeper and flipped a gold coin towards him."DRINKS ARE ON ME TONIGHT." he shouts to the tavern patrons.
Jessica
 player, 9 posts
Wed 4 Dec 2019
at 21:48
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Blending in with the other serving girls, if just a shade prettier, the one from which the drinks were taken earlier snags the flying gold coin out of the air, and hands it carefully to the innkeeper, so it doesn't get lost in all the chaos likely to start from a whole round of drinks.  Despite having been hired only a few nights ago she has already found her place among the other servers, and helps them hand out the not quite free drinks to everyone who needs them.
Sundri Grudge-Bearer
 player, 6 posts
 HP: 10/10 AC: 15
 Dwarf Wizard
Thu 5 Dec 2019
at 08:53
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Sundri was about to make a comment about the giant man's reported cave upbringing, when the Halfling began her song. As far as tavern songs go, it certainly wasn't the worst Sundri had ever heard. That dubious honor belongs to the Goblin cabaret. Still, the Halfling leaves a little to be desired (luckily dulled by the alcohol). When the giant man, in his seemingly typical boisterous nature, declares that drinks are on him, Sundri raises his glass.

"Aye, now that's somethin' I can ge' behind. Fer a caveman, yer not 'alf bad."
Mark
 player, 13 posts
Thu 5 Dec 2019
at 11:25
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In reply to Trai Dun (msg # 8):

Mark looks at the big guy with a question in his face, but only replies with "I would rather stay at the inn."
Trai Dun
 player, 21 posts
Thu 5 Dec 2019
at 11:38
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Trai looks at the dragonborn confused, then he understoods, "Oh I was simply offering to pay for your lodgings lad, not let you stay at my lodgings. But I can understand if you don't want to trade. I'm quite known to be shady at times." he smirks to himself.
Westen
 GM, 52 posts
Thu 5 Dec 2019
at 11:39
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In reply to Trai Dun (msg # 10):

the crowd belatedly cheer at Trai Dun's announcement, and the mood around the inn lightens.
Paladria
 player, 11 posts
 DEATH FROM ABOVE!
Fri 6 Dec 2019
at 15:43
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After a few moments Paladria withdrew her hand. “Fair enough.” Looked like she was sleeping outdoors tonight. It wasn’t the first time that had happened. Better luck tomorrow! She hopped back down and headed for the door.
Westen
 GM, 54 posts
Fri 6 Dec 2019
at 21:29
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In reply to Paladria (msg # 16):

As she makes it to the door, Paladria is bowled over by a man running into the building as if in abject terror. "Everyone, hide! There's something going on outside!" He screams.
Paladria
 player, 12 posts
 DEATH FROM ABOVE!
Fri 6 Dec 2019
at 21:43
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Paladria ducked beside the door jam just in time for the crazy man to bowl her over. At least he didn’t kick while she was down...

She picked herself up and leaned out, looking out the door to see what, if anything, had sent this crazy man running toward this tavern.

16:41, Today: Paladria rolled 8 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.
16:41, Today: Paladria rolled 14 using 1d20+4.  Perception.

Trai Dun
 player, 22 posts
Fri 6 Dec 2019
at 21:55
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"What's with all the commotion? Can you see we be having a drink here." says Trai taking a swig of ale, he walks outside the bar to see what's going on.
Westen
 GM, 55 posts
Sat 7 Dec 2019
at 15:03
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In reply to Trai Dun (msg # 19):

"There's some kind of angry god in the sky. I don't recognize him, but he says we're all cursed!" the man cries, diving under a table with his hands over his head like a shield
Mark
 player, 15 posts
Sat 7 Dec 2019
at 15:21
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In reply to Trai Dun (msg # 14):

Mark grunts one "You are a thief and the crook. You have no reason to pay my lodgings." he replies to the offer of Trai Dun.

As he hears the screems, he nods angrily "Only wanted some food and the rest, and I get a disaster." he leaves the bar, and checks the window, to see what's the commotion is all about.

And looks for the sky god, if it's possible.
Westen
 GM, 56 posts
Sat 7 Dec 2019
at 16:13
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In reply to Mark (msg # 21):

From the window, you indeed see the figure of a 20 foot tall man floating in the sky. The sinister black goatee on his deathly pale face confirms his nefarious intentions if the slightly manic look on his face didn't already do so. The figure raises his hand, holding a card which emits what can only be described as a bright flash of black light. A sudden wail of pain can be heard from myriad voices across the city as a feeling like being branded burns into the left palm of everyone present in the bar. When it subides, all present find they have a tattoo of an open, bloodshot eye on their palm where the branding occured. It is formed with simple black ink, and anyone who looks closer notes that the appearance of being bloodshot in fact comes from their own veins oddly standing out against their skin.
Trai Dun
 player, 23 posts
Sat 7 Dec 2019
at 16:29
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"Ahh! What the bloody hell did you do to my hand!." Trai pulls out his scimitar, "You best start explaining you no good floating bastiche on why theirs a bloody eye on my hand." Trai says outside the inn.
Paladria
 player, 13 posts
 DEATH FROM ABOVE!
Sat 7 Dec 2019
at 17:15
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Looking up she saw a giant, and everyone was large to a halfling but this was ridiculous. He waved around a card and she felt her hand burning. "Ow...OUCH!" Even though small she can make out the eye and the veins. She reached up to the nearby table and took an unsoiled napkin, which to her could have been an apron, and tore off a piece. She wrapped it around her left hand and used her right and teeth to synch a knot in back. Fighting was obviously not an option, even if she were as big as Pirate Tattoo, she wouldn't stand a chance against that! She scrambled around looking for a back door, or any other way out besides the front and certain death.