Open Door Inn, [IC]

[Xathan]

[ic]A dimly-lit quarterhouse that would normally not merit another glance, this shabby tavern has become infamous for its barfights, its barmaids, and its bartender. The walls are lined with countless fabulous insignias, heraldry, and works of art; the memorabelia of countless famous guests from countless worlds. As Trelin, the eyepatch-bearing, grizzled war-veteran-turned-barkeep would say, "Around these parts, the strangest things happen to the strangest people." The continuous downpour from the outside ensures that whatever storm the traveler seeks respite from, he is unlikely to retreat back into the darkness soon.

The bartenderâ,¬,,¢s name is Zalaex, a large man with thick black dreadlocks for hair. He claims to have traveled the planes before settling down and founding the Inn. He has many claims: that he was wed to a warrior queen, battled a god, that he has saved Creation on more than one occasion, that he was a member of something known as Hidra-Onis, and more. They are likely complete fabrications, but the way he tells them makes some patrons wonderâ,¬Â¦Regardless of the truth of his tales, he has endless ones, and will pour them into the ears of anyone who listens â,¬' and many do, since Zalaex will offer a hefty discount to anyone who can stay conscious through his stories.[/ic]

[spoiler][ooc]The ground rules can be found in  This thread Direct all comments there, please. Also, when Iâ,¬,,¢m not online, drinks will be served by Thead, a warforged. Donâ,¬,,¢t make Thead do any actions other than serving drinks.[/ooc][/spoiler]

[Darkxarth]

[ic=Zationi M'sklyn]Zation, appearing as a tall human male wearing a long red cloak, walks into the bar and settles down onto one of the stools.  "I'd like to order a drink, preferably something strong," he says.  As he waits for his drink, he glances around the room, looking to see who, or what, else is there.[/ic]

[Xathan]

[ic=Zalaex]
One of the barmaids, an elven woman walks over to the man and pours him a drink.

"It's called a vanilla blood. House specialty. It'll put hair on a half-dragon, so I think it'll be strong enough for you, stranger."

The drink has a sweet, warm flavor, but also is extremely potent, and its affects can be felt rapidly.
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[Darkxarth]

[ic=Zationi M'sklyn] Zation takes a drink and, seeing how strong it is, decides to drink in sips from now on.   "Thanks," he says to the maid, "any chance I could get something to eat as well?" he asks hopefully.  As he speaks, his ears grow slightly more pointed and his frame becomes thinner and more graceful.[/ic]

[Xathan]

[ic]She raises an eyebrow, but doesn't comment on his change in apperance. She gives off the impression of having seen much stranger things.

"Sure thing. What d'ye what by way of food?"[/ic]

[Darkxarth]

[ic=Zation M'sklyn] "Oh, I don't know," he says, "whatever you'd recommend.  You chose the drink well." he winks at her, playfully.
[spoiler=OOC]Should we roll checks against the NPCs?  Like Diplomacy, as Zation is trying to do, or an Intimidate, or whatever? Or just let you take care of it?[/spoiler][/ic]

[Xathan]

[ic=Zation M'sklyn] "Oh, I don't know," he says, "whatever you'd recommend.  You chose the drink well." he winks at her, playfully.
[spoiler=OOC]Should we roll checks against the NPCs?  Like Diplomacy, as Zation is trying to do, or an Intimidate, or whatever? Or just let you take care of it?[/spoiler][/ic]

[ic]The barmaid gives him a small smile, before turning and walking over to Zalaex. They confer, he walks into the kitchen, and hands her a plate. She comes back and puts it before him. It's a chicken dish, cooked in a cream sauce with mushrooms and small, black spheres that have a meaty flavor.

"Hope this is to ye likings."
[ooc]I'm not going to have checks for interaction, only for fights, unless it's really needed. I don't like dice rolls determining stuff like this.[/ooc][/ic]

[Ghost]

[ic=Volixis Ehrjak] Volixis steps through the door. After a quick glance around the room, he starts examining the wall-borne paraphernalia, occasionally scribing notes.

The pet weasel that Volixis keeps on a chain leash, tired from a long journey, promptly jumps up onto the bundle of chains that Volixis carries on his back and falls asleep.[/ic]

[spoiler= ooc]I just hope the bar is pet-friendly...

Rooba Rooba!

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[Xathan]

[ic]After a while, a different barmaid, this one a dark haired human, walks over to Volixis.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

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[Ghost]

[ic= Volixis Ehrjak] 'Ah...indeed, madam. Tell me, in what year was this establishment founded? These artifacts must date back hundreds of years. Some of these insignias and sigils are also new to me.' Volixis keeps on sketching the artifacts into a thick, worn notebook while talking. [/ic]

[Xathan]

[ic]She smiles. She speaks with authority on the subject, as if well versed in the inn's history, or perhaps history in general.

"This inn was founded with the city, making it roughly 1800 years old. It was purchased by the current owner about ten years ago. If you'll believe it, most of these items were in storage in the back. The more recent ones were brought by travellers from across the planes, and many have not yet been dated."[/ic]

[Ghost]

[ic= Volixis Ehrjak ]
'I see. Thank you.' He turns back to finish looking at the peices on the walls.

A few minutes later, he goes to sit at the bar. 'A glass of your strongest ale, please,' he says to the nearest bartender.

While waiting for his drink, Volixis rifles through the various books he keeps chained to him. The weasel notices the elven figure sitting a few seats away, and stares.   [/ic]

[spoiler = ooc] This will probably be my last post here tonight. [/spoiler]

[Raelifin]

[ic=Garuheech]Through the rain-splattered door comes a figure. A humanoid lizard enters the room and scans the bar with a slitted eye. He wears a black robe and after a short period of observation, the Liriss scratches his tan chin with a clawed hand and walks slowly to the bar. "What an... interesting... establishment." The reptile slowly shifts under his robe and quietly murmers "I guess it's on par with the entire day."[/ic]

[Xathan]

[ooc]I'm putting the Inn in Thead mode, since I am tired and can't keep up. Interact amongst yourselves. :)[/ooc]

[Raelifin]

[ic=Garuheech]Surprisingly, the scaled one simply leans forward, slouching on the counter top. His reptilian eyes trace the wood but he doesn't order anything.[/ic]