Trog's Tavern CLXVII

[Uberblah]

Come and enjoy our unique beverages! Enjoy the casual atmosphere in our Casablanca-meets-rustic-Asian facilities. Chat with friends out on the bamboo patio or stroll inside and grab a private, fern-surrounded booth.



Trog's Tavern has been enchanted to be indestructible. Please refrain from attempting to damage it, as it will not work.

Theme Song

NOW HIRING: Bartenders, Cooks, Talented bards, Burly bouncers, etc.
(Hey bards: just take spotlight in the tavern's center and start singing!)

STAFF:
Manager: El Jaspero
Bouncers: Hoseki, Tempest Stormwing, Valthreborn Valthera
Bartender: Trog, El J, Nina, Paige, Cosmo, Alex Shipmaster, Erdan
Cook: Who


Trog would like to introduce:

Nina - a feisty and vivacious 18 year old (she's legal). Mean and completely unavailable.

Paige - a sweet and wholesome elf working her way through college at SIU here in town.

Cosmo - a quick-witted and oppressed gnome scoundrel.

All will be happy to serve you. ((Since all are NPCs they are up for communal control. Feel free to say what they do or say to you or any other patron. To a point.))
GET A FREE DRINK ON YOUR FIRST BARBARIAN POST HERE!

THE CURRENT DRINK MENU
Wines:
Catoblepas Sauvingnon
Chimera Cabernet - A hearty red with a hits of oak and black cherry.
Kobold Chianti - Tart and tangy! Try it with fava beans!
Merfolk Merlot - Full-bodied with a hint of rose.
Purple Worm Pinot - Earthy aroma.
Funky Llama - A rich fruity wine, available in white or red.
Xorn Zinfandel - Sweet and fruity!
Cormyrian Fireamber - Imported and very good.
Spoonake Chablis - Straight from the Underdark!
Feline's Fancy - A purplish, swirly mixture that any feline will adore.

Bar Drinks:
Pina CoLlama - If you're not into yoga and have half a brain.
Swampwater - A Phosphorescent lemon-lime delight
Jasphattan - Sweet vermouth with bitters and more.
White Russian Wukei - Vodka, Kahlua, and Milk.
Long Island Iced Tea - Tastes better than it will make you feel in the morning.
Mai Tai - Dark and pineapple juice.
Sneak on the Beach - Vodka, Cranberry juice, pineapple juice and Peach Schapps.
Rust Monster - Scotch and Drambuie.
Coffee Martini - buzzzzz.
Murderita - Wasted away again...
Rampaging Rail Mixer - Mad strong!
Ice Liqueur - Guaranteed to cool you down.
Dwarf Spirits Available
Aboleth Absinthe
LEVEL UP LIQUER - Need a few extra XP? We gots XP in a bottle!
Dragon's Liver Buster - The strongest drink in the house. Don't say we didn't warn you...
Constitution Crushing Wine - Fort. DC 35 or pass out!
Djinn and Tonic - Whirling ice cubes, fizzy soda, and one drunk genie.
Rum Llamonade Daquiri
Mudslide Daquiri
Chuul Lounge - Bacardi Limon, Aberration , creme de bananes and juices into a Chuul shaker half-filled with ice cubes. Shake well. Strain into a highball glass half-filled with ice cubes, and serve.
Ichor Liquor - Made from a fermented mix of various kinds of blood, the perfect drink for vampires and similar creatures.
Black Market Wallbanger
Hydrogelic's 110 proof Firewater
Guild Vodka No. 3
Black Shadow - A strong concoction guaranteed to send a chill down your spine at any temperature.
Haley's Liquer - named for the redheaded rogue, a sweet creme liquer, excellent over ice.
Wizard Blizzard - The effect depends on the spell stored in it. Other than that, it's made with crushed ice and Bourbon.

Beers Ales & Such
Grim Brewery brand Ginger - Death-o-licious!
Archon Ale
Guilders Ale
Balthor's Best
Mind Flayer Mead - Uhh... I wouldn't order this if you are not into brains and such.

Other Fine Beverages
Darknight Coffee - cream has no effect
SLURPEES!
Root
Red Minotaur Energy Drink
Llamonade - that cool, refreshing drink for quadrupeds.
Dragon's Fire Breath (cherry Kool-Aid) for the kids!
Fox Cola - the choice of the furry generation.
Hot Chocolate - with little marshmallows and stuff.

To Munch
Hot Spicy Peanuts
Velvet Elfish - Trogtilla chips with hot cheese and meat dip - soooo good.
Fortune Cookies - I got this deal with a local factory see...
Bamhacon!!!
Gyros
Salads (Spring Greens, Caesar, and Italian Pasta)
Who's Surprise

Desserts
Muffins
Brownies

Also: Fine Cigars Available from our humidor. Coffin Nail cigarettes.
Be sure to check out the excellent banjowood carving above the fireplace.

[Destro_Yersul]

The vampire appearing? That makes Destro look up. Huh. New necromantic signature. He closes the book and sips his glass of retroactively delivered fireamber.

[Rebonack]

((Why do we remake threads anyway? Seems like it just proliferates useless topics.))

Nicholas hears the pitter-patter of undead feet behind him and stomps on the edge of the table he's currently standing on.

This in turn causes said table to upend, probably knocking the vampire's long sword well of target.

Nick, meanwhile, slides onto the floor of the common room and darts around his makeshift cover, loosing a flurry of holy arrows in a similar flurry of twangs. Apparently he's hoping to catch the undead being off guard with his blade stuck in a table.

"Why in Selune's name would anyone get killed by a rabbit?" the marksmen mutters.

[Chaotic Bob]

((VORPAL RABBIT OF DOOM!))

The vampire immediately releases the sword and slides around the table, using it as cover against the arrows. Once the volley dies down, the vampire moves to the next table.

Xeni aims and fires his brand of undead bane arrow.

[Destro_Yersul]

Because it wasn't just any rabbit. Says Destro, watching the vampire in an amused sort of way. It was the most mean tempered rodent you ever laid eyes on! It had nasty big pointed teeth.

[Uberblah]

((Why do we remake threads anyway? Seems like it just proliferates useless topics.))

((organization))

[Rebonack]

Nick decides to spice things up just a bit.

He notches another arrow in place and launches it at the vampire. Or, specifically, the table the vampire is behind.

Said arrow explodes in a rather powerful burst of force, blasting the undead's cover to splinters. Close behind is a trio of blessed arrows.

"Let's see you dodge that!" Nicholas yells, apparently unaware of the fact that say such things causes precisely that to happen.

[Destro_Yersul]

Destro falls into dead time, as his player goes to play SC.

[Chaotic Bob]

The vampire blinks and fails to dodge. Any of them. This results in a bit of yelling and one rather dead shadow vamp.

Xeni's arrows whiz harmlessly past the vampire and he sighs disappointedly.

[Rebonack]

Nicholas scowls at the fallen vampire.

"Now what do we do with him?"

[Chaotic Bob]

I say burn it.
Then he is dead timed because his player just noticed how exhausted and close to passing out his is.

((g'night))

[Rebonack]

"I'm not sure if we're allowed to burn stuff inside. And I think it would smell awful," Nick glances up at the gnome behind the counter. "Hey... ummm... Cosmo? Could you take care of this thing?"

The gnome grumbles at hauls the corpse off to the heap of dead monsters out behind the tavern.

"So, I suppose I can tell you story about how I..." he stops, waving one hand in front of Xeni's face. "Hello...?"

"Stupid dead time..."

The marksmen snaps his bow apart, sheaths the pair of sabers, and sits down to finish his meal.

[Osnagard]

Osnagard walks into the Tavern and sits down at the table with Nicholas
"Greetings, This one is new to the Town and has been going around introducing It's self to all It meets." He looks to the Servers and orders a drink.

[Rebonack]

Nick examines the newcomer for a few moments, attempting to figure out why he's referring to himself as 'this one', obviously not getting the cultural basis to it.

He licks his lips, sort of an odd tick of his that would make more sense if you've ever seen him fight something exceptionally nasty, and then waves to 'This One'.

"Well, I'm Nicholas Kawsh," he responds with a wave. "Adventurer, marksmen, quester, and general doer of heroic deeds."

[Osnagard]

"Ah, my appologies, this one forgets It's manners. This one is called Osnagard by those who know It. Would you wish to learn my story?"

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Osnagard studies Nicholas, wondering if he could be trouble, one can never be too careful around these heroic types. They're know to dislike those of his.. "profession".

He takes a Sip, "...and that is how It comes to be here"

[Rebonack]

"I suppose that explains the skull on your shoulder there," Nick responds after listening to the story. He had met quite a few wizardly types during his travels, only one of those who styled himself as a necromancer was ever on the party's side, and he focused more on the 'sapping people of strength' side of things rather than the 'making zombies' side of things.

"Now, the last necromancer I talked to always said that creating undead wasn't worth the investment in onyx rocks. Apparently it requires quite a few. I take it from your choice in apparel that you disagree?"

He isn't quite sure what to make of this. He had heard before that undead are motivated by evil spirits from the negative energy planes. Others say from their own souls pulled in from the out planes. Nick honestly has no idea. Magic isn't really his thing. Though either way, it isn't right to disturb the dead.

[Osnagard]

"Oh yes, This one disagrees very much. Would you allow a demonstration?""
Osnagard pulls out the smallest of the seven bells and begins ringing it in a very hypnotic manner. Suddenly a vampire walks in through the door, stands in an empty space between tables and begins dancing very comically.
"There are more practically uses of couse, but these bells reduce the amount of onxy needed significantly. To zero in fact. This one thought the vampire especially choice as It saw it being taken out when This one came in."
Osnagard continues ringing the bell untill he seems to get bored, then the vampire dances it's way back out and climbs back onto the pile of dead monesters where it returns to death.
"Free will can be given if you fuse in a soul, but a demonstration is not worth that."
Osnagard finnidhes the drink and leans back in his chair, looking smug.

[Rebonack]

"Well... that's certainly creepy. But then, I think animated mops are creepy what with the buckets of water and all," Nick comments. "So, I can't help but ask, but why?"

The marksmen leans back in his chair.

"From a practical standpoint making undead doesn't seem that practical. Normal living people are more useful as workers since and summoned monsters are more effective in combat. Why bother defiling someone's corpse for something that could be done easier in other ways?"

[Osnagard]

"In a word, quantity. So long as there are ample bodies around. Besides living people are unpredictable, hard to trust, when the dead are under your control they do not speak back. Haha, and try to hire men with no coin. Besides, This one has an issue with paying workers, reminds It took much of past wrongs. Also, This one is glad you brought up the issue of bodies. Bodies are never the problem, the whole thing revolves around souls. You can create a servent with only a soul, and you can shatter a single soul to create an army. Even if there were no bodies around all It would need is for somone to craft This one a body out of say, sand, and were This one to put a soul into it you would have a creature more powerful than your average golem. This is the easier way."
Osnagard scratches his chin,
"Difile, desicration, these words are harsh don't you think? What good does the body do after life has ended, best to make use of it in some manner or another. And burningthe dead? Burrying them away in the earth so that they may rot?, a waste if you were to ask This one."

[Rebonack]

"Pulling someone, even someone's corpse, from their rest just isn't right though. You don't disturb the dead. Besides, you just said that you don't even need a real corpse to do make a servant, so why not just do that instead of up-rooting a grave?"

"There a plenty of reasons not to. Maybe their family comes there to speak with the departed. Maybe they just have respect for them. Graves are often a shrine of a sort, and desecrating a shrine is something that shouldn't ever be taken lightly."

"And be honest here, judging from the magical gear that you have you must be a pretty accomplished adventurer sort. I know from personal experience that you can make an absolute fortune off a single dungeon crawl, enough to hire an army of skilled laborers that can adapt to tasks far better than a mindless construct can, whether they're made of bone or brick."

Nick licks his lips again, glancing around the tavern and wondering how long Xeni is going to be frozen.

"What would you need an army of mindless slaves for, anyway?"

[Osnagard]

"A physical body gives more strenght of course. And as This one also mentioned, the other types of physical form must be created for This one. It has no power over the elements."
Osnagard noticably dodges the question of morals in the uprooting of graves and disturbing of shrines.
Sitting back upright, Osnagard turns to face Nicholas
"You bring up the concept of them being mindless, understandavle that you should think them to be, but when given a soul there are hardly so. An intelegent conversation is possible, so long as that soul was capable of such a conversation in life, mind you."
Os begins to chuckle to himself
"Seige warefare mostly, invasion and the like."
Os stands up and looks to the door.
"Afraid I must be off, getting late after all, very plesant talking to you, perhaps This one could hear more of yourself some other time."
With that Osnagard walks out the door looking for a place to sleep.

[Rebonack]

The concept of enslaving someone's soul to make a zombie less stupid seems like a decidedly despicable sort of thing to the marksmen, though he doesn't share this sentiment as since the necromancer is already leaving. Instead he just licks his lips in a nervous sort of way.

Nicholas polishes off his meal, pays the NPC waiter who's most handy, and heads upstairs to sleep.

He's going to try and avoid this nasty 'dead time' stuff as best he can.

[metakirb]

The stone Shimmers as metakirb looks into it, He puts it away suddenly

sentra...

He runs out

[Gnrlshrimp]

Claudius walks in, still disguised as Affadavit. His two creations follow him and stand either side of him as he takes a seat. "This is ridiculous, I can't spend the next few days in this disguise, someone will eventually recognise me...Oh, what to do?"

The grey creation glances round the tavern. "Well for a start, sir, you could talk about this stuff quietly. we don't know who KNAVES employs any more."

"That is true. But I hardly think we're in danger here. Besides, I can always learn of any new members through the Jury. I still have some level of control over them."

The grey creation glares menacingly at a nearby NPC. "Sir please, for- Oh JUST SHUT UP!"

"Fine...I told you not to make a scene you know." Claudius says as he orders a DLB. "I think I'm adicted to this drink."

The grey creation groans and sits down. It considers knocking Claudius out but eventually decides against it. "Sir, please...Affadavit will figure this out, you need to keep a low profile. Is there anywhere KNAVES can't go?"

"Not that I know of."

"That makes my job a lot more difficult..."

[Shadow of the Sun]

Claudius may be surprised by the flash of purple light before him and the fact Sunn is now waving at him. Hello, Claudius!

[Gnrlshrimp]

Claudius is a little surprised, in fact he is very surprised, so surprised that he falls out of his chair. "GAAAH! Sunn keep it down, I don't want to lose this disguise yet!"

The grey creation nods approvingly. "This disguise might be very useful in the near future."

The rogue creation, however, is far more surprised and its cowardly side resurfaces as it dives under a table.

[Shadow of the Sun]

Extending a hand to help Claudius up, she grins at him. Sorry, Random. How are you?

[Gnrlshrimp]

"I'm alright...I guess. Bit annoyed at being stuck in dead time for so long though. But I don't like what the future holds in store for me."

The grey creation continues. "Right now my master hsa the ability to spy on KNAVES at will, until Affadavit removes the Jury. But even then he can shapeshift and walk in undetected, unless someone thinks of a solution to that. But with that kind of ability he poses a serious threat to KNAVES, one Affadavit won't ignore."

"Basically I'm going to be at the top of the KNAVES hit list, which isn't exactly a good thing. And I can't use my laboratory at the moment."

[Exachix]

The She-Wolf Yawns as she wakes up.

[Warpfire]

Joseph comes out of dead time, sitting at a table. He appears his to be asleep, his trenchcoat pulled tightly about him and wide-brimmed hat lying over his face.