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TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

There we go, I've made it to two posts!
Sorry I vanished for a few days. My writing muse left to get milk-

@DrabberRogue

Hey, no worries about vanishing. I vanish for years at a time. Life interrupts, inspiration fades but the Tavern goes on...

It's had so many resurrections, and on quite a few occasions just continued to run without me lol.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

@BunniesOfDoom

Oooh, both the new characters should make for some interesting interactions with your bird boy.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Clayton's keen lupine senses really did not like that entrance. Hearing an unknown sound that he could not pinpoint only stirred the wolf within. Even if he had it in check, it still left him feeling jumpy and agitated.

Standing behind the bar, the modern bikie looking man grit his teeth ready for what ever came next. 'Was this that damn phoenix's doing or more antics of those reckless raccoons?' it didn't matter.

Plop!

With furrowed brows and a mirrored confusion he stared at the obviously dressed red wizard.
"Barman!? There's no...." he had started to explain, then with a slight grumble and a sigh he grabs a bottle of scotch from the shelf and heavily places it down in front of the new man.

"Scotch" He says in a confirming grumble as he turns back to continue searching the drinks, not before giving the wizard a brief appraising glare.

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

It can be from any time line. The tavern just travels through time and places.

@BunniesOfDoom

a Tale of High Adventure!

@Red Wizard

Done ✅
TLDR
Was late to leave the ship, feeling a little sea sick, slipped through the crowd avoiding the registration and found a new pair of gloves along the way.

a Tale of High Adventure!

Ships, Lucky had thought. A genius invention. Being his first time aboard one he had learnt much about them and a little about himself. He loved everything about them except for the 'on the sea' part.
It was a long voyage for the halfling. His fortune rising and crashing like the waves they rode on. He had found no shortage of people to gamble with, the trick was prying them from their stations, duties and responsibilities.
Then of course there was also the matter of contending with the waves.
The rocking motion of the boat had left a permanent queasy feeling in his stomach, and on more than one occasion the sea had stolen a meal from him.

Despite this he laughed, drank, sung terribly, talked nonsense and tried to alleviate everyone from the burden of their coins, but now at the end of his journey as he stumbled about the near empty ship frantically collecting his gear, face looking a little green, legs a little wobbly, he noticed his coin pouch was feeling a little light. Well that's what I gets for teaching the children how to play ramshackle. He concedes with a sigh.

A fair way behind the others, lucky dice in hand, backpack filled to bursting slung over his shoulder, Lucky stumbles down the gangplank looking over the scene and city with awe. His eyes conditionally floating over the distant wealth, noticing the different paths and alleyways, analysing the flow and density of the nearby crowd.

It was the perfect conditions for one of his profession but it would be poor form to begin working right away. So he stumbled down, legs feeling a little wobbly, and enters the fray. The lines were slow moving, there was much grumbling and the others were some distance ahead. With a lean here, the right words there, a little anticipation, a lot of gentle persuasion and a dab of theatrics, Lucky came out the other end just behind his new companions. He was admiring the fit of a new pair of fine looking leather gloves as he squeezed and flexed his small nimble hands. It was so hard to find good clothes in his size. Children rarely wore things in his style, but these gloves...

He flash a wide, proud, gleaming grin at his companions that wash his sea sickness away.
"Right, so where we off to first? Anyone know where the nearest ale house be?"

a Tale of High Adventure!

@Red Wizardsorry, works kicking my ass, I'll try get a post up later tonight.
I don't mind if you move on, I'll catch up. ;)

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Clay let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl. His lip twitched in frustration as the wolf in him wanted to snarl in frustration. It writhed ever so subtly beneath his skin, beneath the burns and scratches on his scalp. Hungrily healing his injuries as if feasting of the violence that befell him. But still it couldn't bring back the patch of hair that was torn out.

He took a short moment to eye the newcomer, then turned his attention back to the barmaid and the bird. With a shrug he stands and says.
"Had it coming anyway." With that he turns away and makes his way behind the bar to help himself to some fine looking shelved scotch.

He turns to the newcomer. "Can I get you anything?" @DrabberRogue

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

Will somebody save meeee
I don't care how you do it just, just stay, stay 🎶

@BunniesOfDoom

Barmaid offered a little magical help.

Also... what did I name the barmaid?

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

When the barmaid left, there was a semblance of peace, when she returned upon hearing a ruckus, her emerald green eyes found only chaos.
Julian was gone, Clayton had returned, there was a smouldering pile of ash on the floor and the raccoons were hurling a bird across the room.

The bird hit the wall with all the audible and apparent force one might expect from a wooden wall. And while visually that's what all would see, that is not what Julian would feel. The tavern recognised his earlier actions and its responsibility for his condition. None of the force from the impact was felt by the little bird.

The rest was up to the barmaid. An intense focus and a sharp flexing of her fingers protected the small helpless creature from every blow of the orb, by surrounding the small creature in a thin skin tight magical barrier. It did t protect it from everything but would greatly lessen the blow.

@Triantafyllo "The room with an open door is yours, your food will be brought to you when it is ready. Sorry for the commotion. I hope you rest well."
The barmaid glared at Clayton and then rushed over to the assaulted little bird. Her use of magic to protect it had exhausted her and she was breathing heavily.