forum The Purple Cauldron Tavern

Started May 02, 2019 by @GameMaster group

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Hinata looked up. This was gonna be something, that's for sure.

“Once, I walked around an ancient library filled with dusty books. A story full of stories was too alluring an irony. As I walked by I brushed the book’s spines with my hands. I didn’t realize what I was doing until I heard a crash coming from a few shelves over.” The barkeeper paced across the bar nearly knocking over people’s drinks.

"That fucking sucks dude." The author muttered, definitely on some sort of high.

Hinata's eyebrow shot up.

"Get to the homoerotic subtext, dude! Story's been long enough!" Brie shouted. "Shut the fuck up." Eris murmured.

The barkeep glanced at them. “I dashed to see what made the racket. When I reached the corridor it was filled with creatures such as yourselves. Strange and different. I still thought I was human so they scared me.” She continued.

Hinata nodded. She understood the feeling.

“A mermaid gasped and flopped on the floor. A man in a long cloak with pointed teeth stood on the top of the shelf glaring. A warlock desperately cast spells at the other creatures. Beady eyes watched from in between books. The source of the noice was a knight in shining armor viciously attacking and knocking over the books.” The barkeep pauses for dramatisim.

“I was about to run away when a thought crossed my mind. I raced back to the books I had been browsing when the commotion started. The Little Mermaid, Dracula, Wizard Realm, Night of the Garden Gnomes, Knights of the Round Table, and many, many more.”

“Yeah, So apperently the powers I didn’t know I had made the characters come to life. And that’s how I found out I wasn’t human. The end.” The barkeeper plopped down off the bar and the lights and wind returned to normal. “Then a whole bunch of stuff happened, and now I’m here.”

Lucas blinked.
“I’m gonna pretend like I understand…” he set down his glass and put down some coins. “Well, I better get going now…my colleagues are calling me” he said as he got his messenger bag.

“Yeah, have fun with that.” The barkeeper waved him goodbye without looking up.

"I'm just cursed becuase someone thought it would be a good idea for me, a literal spirit of time, to time travel in a cursed object." Mendax growled, sending glares to the author.

Lucas walked right out of the bar and opened a portal, similar to what Josiah did earlier and stepped through. The portal closed immediately after his body was on the other side.

The barkeeper looked up at Mendax. "That really sucks man. Did it take you somewhere fun at least?"

"No, I got stuck on a space ship a thousand or so years." He muttered. "Then, I got sent to a different dimension for a few years."

"Hm, fun."

An old woman walks in and kindly asks “please serve me a small dragon juice”

"Dra…dragon juice? Are you sure you're in the right place?" The barkeep looked around the bar to see if anyone knew what dragon juice was. Everyone looked equally confused by the old lady.

"Perhaps you should be a bit more specific of what kind of 'Dragon Juice', cause that can be taken so many different ways."
A scaled male was leaning against a wall further away. A serpentine tail curled around himself as he kept to his position, arms crossing his chest. His entire body was covered in dark teal scales, appearing dragon, but his form was like a human. A pair of horns curled outwards from his head, long, unnaturally white hair flowing from his head.
He opened his eyes, a glowing yellow. The pupils were round, showing his calm state. A smirk appeared on his face, "Cause personally, I took 'Dragon Juice' as something…heh…ya know what, I'll leave it to your imagination."

"Do not. My imagination is harmless mostly but do fucking not with Eris. He's probably going to imagine some nuclear all-destroying lighter fluid, and then find a way to get it, and then kill the universe." said Brie. "Would not!" the semi-snake protested.

"Hey, new guy," The barkeep said to the man leaning against the wall. "Name, drink, and story, please. I agree though, do not leave anything to our imagination. We will make it much, much worse."

The male grinned, showing sharpened fangs, "Eh, my age and line of work, I had some rather dirty thoughts…"
He looked over to the bar tender. The tail uncurled around himself, moving forward. A light leather armor covered his body, metallic boots echoing against the ground as he walked towards the bar. A forked tongue slowly slipped past his lips, testing the air. He used his tail to pull out a stool, moving to sit upon it. As the draconic like male settled down, his tail curled round the seat, resting an arm on the top of the counter.
"Fire whisky; the kind that actually has some inferno saliva from a salamander mixed in it," he seemingly waved his hand, "Strange request I know, but hey, what ya gonna do when you live in a strange world."
His yellow eyes landed on the bar tender, "Name's Baasarn, cross of a Dragonian and human, mercenary for hire."

The barkeeper pulled a bottle from under the counter that looked as if it was filled with molten lava. She poured it into a glass and the glass…melted. "Oopsy." She pulled out an iron goblet and filled it with the liquid and handed it to Baarsarn. "I sure hope that you aren't here to kill anyone. I've spent my time as a mercenary as well."

Vasilios said his goodbyes to Calix because he had business to attend to the got up and left. Calix sat there quietly.

"Oh Calix, I had a question for you. Did you say you were working in the soul department for a while? Asking for a friend."

"Yeah for a little bit. Why? What's up?" Calix asked staring at them.

"I have a friend and…we're pretty sure there was a mess up with his soul. Kieran Erogan. Does it sound familiar?"

Hinata, being Hinata, has playing games on her phone.

Baasarn watched in mild amusement as the glass suddenly melted down. The tip of his tail twitched ever so slightly, the spines flattened, showing is relaxed state. As the goblet was passed to him, he took it without a second thought, taking a swig, then lightly setting it down again. His forked tongue flicked out again, running it across his lips.
He glanced to the bar tender. The draconic humanoid chuckled, "Nah, currently don't got any jobs at the moment, so you all are good."
Baasarn continued, "Most of my work is traveling with caravans, keeping them well guarded against thieves and the such."