Setting
Current Barkeep - Vasaren "Lefty" Stormbird, a tall elven male. He has sleek, long, black hair. The most noticeable thing about him is his arcane magic powered left hand. He has no real fingers left, just bits of metal connected by flowing veins of violet magic. (As played by: Vexar) He was recently nearly fired after an incident caused the entire bar to be filled with the most pesky substance known to man. Glitter.Atmosphere (Comfortable) - Due to improved trade, food and ale is in good supply and of fine quality. Prices are fair, the lasses and lads fairer, and customers are happy.
Current Special - Grouse with gooseberry jam Ӎ2, House Wine Ӎ2.
Topics of Conversation
• The opening of an exotic beast shop.
• A ship recently activated the defense systems of the port and had to be put in stasis as it came in too fast. Since then it has been removed from stasis, and docked.
Random Events
• People cringe as someone runs a knife too hard over a plate, causing it to screech.
• An oil lamp flickers out. After a brief pause, the lamp flutters back to life. Someone at the table asks another person if they felt a chill too.
Things of note
• Being so close to The Grand Gate has forced this tavern to become somewhat of an emergency stronghold for Proxi guards in the past. It is a well known fact that the tavern also holds a fortified keep with its own armory deep within the tavern walls.
• The mosaic windows, firelight, and candles are rarely the same colors. They slowly shift and glimmer into different hues throughout the day, often suiting the mood and weather. When asked, the current barkeep 'Vasaren Stormbird' always responds that it was a long lost enchantment that caused the charming effect.
Current Menu
Meals
•Braised beef and pears with ginger ...Ӎ4
•Grouse with gooseberry jam ...Ӎ3
•Oyster Soup ...Ӎ4
•Oxtail Soup ...Ӎ4
•Grilled Sausages and mashed potatoes ...Ӎ5
•Rissoles of game with truffles ...Ӎ5
•Trout and fried potatoes ...Ӎ5
•Stewed Pigeons ...Ӎ1
Drinks
•Fire Mead ...Ӎ2 (Current Special)
•Soda of choice ...Ӎ1
•Tea (Sweet or Unsweet) ...Ӎ1
•Hot Tea ...Ӎ2
•Hot Coffee ...Ӎ2
•Ale ...Ӎ2
•Mead ...Ӎ2
•House Wine ...Ӎ3
•Royal Reserve ...Ӎ4
•Kingsman's Vineyard ...Ӎ5
Desserts
•Slice of today's pie ...Ӎ1
•Slice of apple cake ...Ӎ1
•Cup Lady Minerva's Pudding with Lady Fingers ...Ӎ3
•Slice of cheesecake ...Ӎ2
•Bowl of ice cream, vanilla, strawberry, or chocolate ...Ӎ1
The Drunken Griffon
The tavern is found just a short walk away from the entrance gate. It seems only to be busy during the latter part of the day.
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The Drunken Griffon is a part of 
Proxi.
15 Characters Here
The Grey Man [37] I am become death
Vaseren Stormbird [35] Sleek, long, black hair. Tan skin, violet eyes. He's tall by elven standards.
Erandi Nys'dani [32] A woman with a complicated past that she wants nothing more than to forget. A new life begins for "Erandi" even while her past haunts her.
Lukas Sadorov [26] rebel soldier fighting UECOR
Pippa Deravue [25] Waitress and bar fly, lower middle class woman with not much to do.
Bass Drop [16] -Repeat Off, Shuffle on-
Gydain [9] A jovial man, a collector of odd things.
Odin Apollo [5] "Knowledge....is power after all"
Nur [4] I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Giant lizard human? That ain't me...
Ageha Kyoshiro [3] Wandering Swordsman
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Jon's smile quickly turned into a thin line and he sat back down with a loud, almost depressed thump. "We both got the same result, ya cheat." The Satyr though for a couple of seconds, tapping his fingers on the table and then snapping his fingers enthusiastically. Jon leaned forward and grinned. "We both drink, that's fair." The Satyr finally said.
Jon picked up his glass and held it out, offering to clink his glass against Talrens. "Seeing as our friend here seems a bit distracted, the loser has to down the rest of the bottle himself!" That much alcohol would be enough to give a bull a right to swagger itself into a liver cancer grave.
Not that it mattered to the Satyr.
Jon picked up his glass and held it out, offering to clink his glass against Talrens. "Seeing as our friend here seems a bit distracted, the loser has to down the rest of the bottle himself!" That much alcohol would be enough to give a bull a right to swagger itself into a liver cancer grave.
Not that it mattered to the Satyr.
"Sounds fair to me," Talren remarked, nodding his head and clinking his glass, before necking the shot down. He whistled, blinking as the burning fluid ran down his throat. "Light burn me, that's bloody strong."
Talren was far from a lightweight, but neither did he have the constitution of a satyr. If he lost, well, he'd probably be feeling it in the morning, that was for sure. "How's about we mix it up and play tripps? Three dice, three ways to win. First and most common way, get the lowest score when you add the dice up. Second way to win, three sixes. That beats a low roll. And three threes beats three sixes, and ends the game altogether."
The elf grinned, gripping three dice between his fingers. "I'll even let you roll first. Remember, if you get three threes, it ends the game before I even roll." he said, winking.
Talren was far from a lightweight, but neither did he have the constitution of a satyr. If he lost, well, he'd probably be feeling it in the morning, that was for sure. "How's about we mix it up and play tripps? Three dice, three ways to win. First and most common way, get the lowest score when you add the dice up. Second way to win, three sixes. That beats a low roll. And three threes beats three sixes, and ends the game altogether."
The elf grinned, gripping three dice between his fingers. "I'll even let you roll first. Remember, if you get three threes, it ends the game before I even roll." he said, winking.
The satyr grinned and nodded. "You're on, Talren." Jon replied, snatching up his dice and shaking them up in his hand and hoped to Lady Luck and her pantheon of equally lesser important deities of chance that they would not curse him for hating his general sense of luckiness.
It was like a slow motion catastrophe. The first die landed on a one, the second landed on a one and the third landed on a five. The satyr stared at the dice, then at his elf companion, then at the dice again. "Best out of three?" The satyr offered, his mouth split in an awkward grin.
Jon certainly did not have the money to spend on another bottle, and he wouldn't want to be in debt with an ELF. Especially one that had been a thief, who probably still was. The satyr was going to have a bad headache tomorrow, and not from the alcohol.
It was like a slow motion catastrophe. The first die landed on a one, the second landed on a one and the third landed on a five. The satyr stared at the dice, then at his elf companion, then at the dice again. "Best out of three?" The satyr offered, his mouth split in an awkward grin.
Jon certainly did not have the money to spend on another bottle, and he wouldn't want to be in debt with an ELF. Especially one that had been a thief, who probably still was. The satyr was going to have a bad headache tomorrow, and not from the alcohol.
"Why not?" Talren gave a cocky grin and leaned back in his chair, "I'll give you another two rolls, just because I'm feeling generous. Bloody well better appreciate it, too, darling of Lady Luck or not I'm not the type to risk a wager easy."
He continued to roll the dice around between his fingers, occasionally causing a clicking noise as they knocked together. "You can even take the best one of the three."
He continued to roll the dice around between his fingers, occasionally causing a clicking noise as they knocked together. "You can even take the best one of the three."
Five. Four. One. One. Five. Six. The Lady kept giving him the baddest rolls he could get and the Satyr kept falling for the tricks the roguish elf had set infront of him. "You're kidding me." The satyr poured himself a shot and poured some of the contents into his glass and took a shot. "Go ahead and roll the dice before I go and tie myself a noose with my own hair." Jon muttered, a drunken slur to his voice.
"Fuck me drunk." The satyr swore.
"Fuck me drunk." The satyr swore.
"I'll have to decline that one, goat-legs" Talren said with a smirk, casting the dice out. When they came up, it wasn't quite as spectacular as might have been expected. Two ones and a two. You couldn't win too hard all the time, after all. Talren had just about figured out how to manage his odd blessing when it came to dice and card games. Anywhere else and it was a lot less predictable.
"Looks like you lose friend." he remarked, "Another round, or do you want to call that a game? I can go all night..."
"Looks like you lose friend." he remarked, "Another round, or do you want to call that a game? I can go all night..."
"I'm inclined to say yes." The Satyr leaned forward and flagged down the bartender and paid with a hushed promise of "I'll pay you back later, I'm a cartographer you see." which came out as "I draw maps... I can pay when I sell these." in a slurred fashion, all this alcohol had imbibed a certain lisp.
Jon shook his head and slowly leaned forward. "Sure, you roll first this time."
Jon shook his head and slowly leaned forward. "Sure, you roll first this time."
Talren chuckled, nodding his head. "If you say so," he replied, "Having some trouble there? Maybe I would have been able to outdrink you after all!"
The dice rolled. Two sixes and ... a third six. Tripps. Not threes, so the game went on, but the second best roll. "Well would you look at that? Fancy your chances of scoring threes to beat that, friend? Maybe lady luck will finally smile on you."
The half-elf winked. He was cocky enough at this point that he probably deserved to lose. Unfortunately for all of Talren's gambling opponents, more often than not, life wasn't fair with who deserved what, most of the time.
The dice rolled. Two sixes and ... a third six. Tripps. Not threes, so the game went on, but the second best roll. "Well would you look at that? Fancy your chances of scoring threes to beat that, friend? Maybe lady luck will finally smile on you."
The half-elf winked. He was cocky enough at this point that he probably deserved to lose. Unfortunately for all of Talren's gambling opponents, more often than not, life wasn't fair with who deserved what, most of the time.
The satyr breathed on the dice once more, driving himself into the gamble again. The dice danced around the table and spun out on a triple one. Jon breathed in and out, looked up at the elf in a wordless snarl and shot out of his hand. There came no punch, as the bottle in the middle of the table was hoist into the air and the cartographer begun to down the bottle.
It took Jon awhile to finish the bottle, by the end of it's life there was orange hued liquid dripping down the sides of his stubble covered chin and the satyr gave a series of loud hiccups, dropping the bottle on the ground with a loud clatter and swayed forward, blinking a few times and made a retching move to the side of the table.
Then swung back up with a large grin and uncorked the other bottle. "You first." Jon said, a malicious smile on his face. The alcohol was strong, but he wouldn't be a very good satyr if he couldn't put on a show of switching between being sober and drunk could he? The answer was no, and between the bottle and Jon.
It all went to his head.
It took Jon awhile to finish the bottle, by the end of it's life there was orange hued liquid dripping down the sides of his stubble covered chin and the satyr gave a series of loud hiccups, dropping the bottle on the ground with a loud clatter and swayed forward, blinking a few times and made a retching move to the side of the table.
Then swung back up with a large grin and uncorked the other bottle. "You first." Jon said, a malicious smile on his face. The alcohol was strong, but he wouldn't be a very good satyr if he couldn't put on a show of switching between being sober and drunk could he? The answer was no, and between the bottle and Jon.
It all went to his head.
"Impressive," Talren remarked, idly wondering just how well he'd fare to have to perform a similar feat. He imagined he'd end up on the floor. A lot. For a long time.
The dice rolled again, coming up in order - one, two, three. A good roll, but not absurdly so. Likely enough to win, but just imperfect enough for it not to be completely obvious everything was totally tilted in his favour. He tossed his hair cockily, grinning and folding his arms. "If I had to down a bottle of that, well, I'd be a bloody unlucky sod, let's just leave it at that."
He snorted. At least he wasn't carrying anything too valuable. His sword? Replaceable. His pouch? A few gold pieces, but nothing he couldn't replace. He had a whole chest of the things back at the temple! Light burn him, when had he become rich? It had all seemed to happen so fast and involved a lot of dice and angry men. He was lucky he wasn't turning into one of those lord pansies who wore silk and embroidery.
The dice rolled again, coming up in order - one, two, three. A good roll, but not absurdly so. Likely enough to win, but just imperfect enough for it not to be completely obvious everything was totally tilted in his favour. He tossed his hair cockily, grinning and folding his arms. "If I had to down a bottle of that, well, I'd be a bloody unlucky sod, let's just leave it at that."
He snorted. At least he wasn't carrying anything too valuable. His sword? Replaceable. His pouch? A few gold pieces, but nothing he couldn't replace. He had a whole chest of the things back at the temple! Light burn him, when had he become rich? It had all seemed to happen so fast and involved a lot of dice and angry men. He was lucky he wasn't turning into one of those lord pansies who wore silk and embroidery.
"Hah. You're doin it, or you're a cheat." Jon said, his eyes forceful. "I took my luck, now if you're so god damn smooth, you're gonna roll again. I like ya, so don't make believe you're a cheat." Jon blurted, his words a little more slurred and his eyes were unfocused.
The satyr swayed to the left and corrected himself quickly. "I'm not gonna rob ya if you pass out. You're gonna rob me though, ain't ya? I ain't nofin that'd benefit you, Tally. I got quills." The satyr swayed again, almost hitting the table. "and maps, and my sword and, and, and..." The satyr begun to ramble off quietly.
"Come on, one more shot at winnin' me honor back."
The satyr swayed to the left and corrected himself quickly. "I'm not gonna rob ya if you pass out. You're gonna rob me though, ain't ya? I ain't nofin that'd benefit you, Tally. I got quills." The satyr swayed again, almost hitting the table. "and maps, and my sword and, and, and..." The satyr begun to ramble off quietly.
"Come on, one more shot at winnin' me honor back."
"Rob you? You insult me, sir," Talren laughed, "I've no need to rob anyone these days. I've put that all behind me, bloody burn me for it. It was a lot easier than this morality business, I'll have you know. But, if you insist."
He took up the dice and threw them once more. Three. Three ... and ... four. No tripps for Talren today. "I suppose you can't get lucky every time," he remarked, raising an eyebrow.
Knowing the humour of the gods, the satyr would roll three threes now and he'd have to down the whole bloody bottle anyway.
He took up the dice and threw them once more. Three. Three ... and ... four. No tripps for Talren today. "I suppose you can't get lucky every time," he remarked, raising an eyebrow.
Knowing the humour of the gods, the satyr would roll three threes now and he'd have to down the whole bloody bottle anyway.
"Har... What got you rich? Pfft, forget it. I don't want to know." The satyr mumbled and clumsily threw the dice and watched intently as his drunkenness could abide. The dice rolled gave the first two results readily, both being an ironic two. The third dice spun around the table in an erratic dance and landed on...
Six. The satyr won by one. A measly one. Jon cracked a drunken smile. "Har hah hah ha." The satyr laughed, trying to point and hitting his hand against the table. "Man o' my word, the gods played a trick on you." Jon begun to laugh harder and inched the bottle towards the elf.
"Grey's gonna look after us drunkards, he looks respectable don't he? All steel grey and scary. Oooo."
Six. The satyr won by one. A measly one. Jon cracked a drunken smile. "Har hah hah ha." The satyr laughed, trying to point and hitting his hand against the table. "Man o' my word, the gods played a trick on you." Jon begun to laugh harder and inched the bottle towards the elf.
"Grey's gonna look after us drunkards, he looks respectable don't he? All steel grey and scary. Oooo."
Light burn him for trying to be fair. This was what that damned dragon woman had done to him, he was sure. Invading his dreams and trying to prod him towards some higher purpose. What was a man supposed to do with luck other than gamble and land the pretty girls? Certainly not waste it all away on the whim of an opponent. He'd observed that the more he rerolled something the less likely it was to turn up in his favour, as though Lady Luck was getting steadily more annoyed at him for not being satisfied.
Serves him right, he supposed. Bloody gods, or whatever was up there snickering at him.
"Well, fair's fair, I suppose." The half elf took the bottle and lifted it to his mouth, and began to chug.
To Talren's credit, he finished it without dropping the bottle. He set it down, blinking as the sudden rush of alcohol seeped its way into his system ... and then burped.
"Light burn me thats..." Words became difficult. Talren trailed off, waving his hand. "...mmmhmm. Deserved that."
He swayed in his seat and gulped queasily.
Serves him right, he supposed. Bloody gods, or whatever was up there snickering at him.
"Well, fair's fair, I suppose." The half elf took the bottle and lifted it to his mouth, and began to chug.
To Talren's credit, he finished it without dropping the bottle. He set it down, blinking as the sudden rush of alcohol seeped its way into his system ... and then burped.
"Light burn me thats..." Words became difficult. Talren trailed off, waving his hand. "...mmmhmm. Deserved that."
He swayed in his seat and gulped queasily.
"Yup." The satyr retorted with a lisp, swaggering to his feet then sitting back down on his ass. "I don't think I'm gong anywhere, I think... It was good to meet you, Talren and Grey." The satyr tried to rise to his feet, slumped right and stumbled in a mess of hooves and fur, righted himself by pushing off Talren's shoulder and giving them a quick wave as he shoved the door open with his shoulder.
"Light watch the both you magnificent bastards, now you two don't stay long or that nasty lookin' bartender will shove his boot so far up our asses next time we come here that it'll take varnish to get it out." The satyr grinned and winked towards Talren. "Night Tally. Grey, don't get into too much trouble."
Without much ado, Jon went to throw up and sleep in that order.
"Light watch the both you magnificent bastards, now you two don't stay long or that nasty lookin' bartender will shove his boot so far up our asses next time we come here that it'll take varnish to get it out." The satyr grinned and winked towards Talren. "Night Tally. Grey, don't get into too much trouble."
Without much ado, Jon went to throw up and sleep in that order.
"No fair, I have to cross a bloody border between universes to get home." Talren muttered as Jon left, having almost pushed the elf over. Pulling himself to his feet, he shuffled his way towards the door and out.
It was going to be an interesting trip home.
It was going to be an interesting trip home.
The dreams in Proxi had made even less sense than they had back home... As he had discovered in a rather upsetting fashion the previous night through an unbearably crawl-paced nightmare.
The dream eater had followed him, hadn't it?
He slowly opened his eyes and looked up from the table, where the bar staff hadn't seemed to have minded leaving him there in the booth to rest from the travels of the day before. Unlike when he had fallen asleep, it seemed to be daylight now, and only one or two people seemed to be there.
Funny. Without the drunken laughter and bickering, the city was rather quiet and beautiful during the day-time.
The dream eater had followed him, hadn't it?
He slowly opened his eyes and looked up from the table, where the bar staff hadn't seemed to have minded leaving him there in the booth to rest from the travels of the day before. Unlike when he had fallen asleep, it seemed to be daylight now, and only one or two people seemed to be there.
Funny. Without the drunken laughter and bickering, the city was rather quiet and beautiful during the day-time.
A strange, ugly thing walked into the Drunken Griffon.
Human, it was, or at least, people would assume so, as outlandish as the stranger was. Skinny and short, with big hands and a round face, decorated with a ridiculously rotten grin, almost as literally as it was metaphorically. Each tooth was yellowing, that was for sure, and none of them sharp.
The stranger walked in with their thumbs looped in the straps of their oversized overalls, boots thumping on the ground. One hand came up to adjust the cap and goggles atop their head.
Finally, their eyes rested on...Kaden.
The stranger grinned much more widely, as their thoughts skipped from, "Nice place" to, "Hot...mama."
Human, it was, or at least, people would assume so, as outlandish as the stranger was. Skinny and short, with big hands and a round face, decorated with a ridiculously rotten grin, almost as literally as it was metaphorically. Each tooth was yellowing, that was for sure, and none of them sharp.
The stranger walked in with their thumbs looped in the straps of their oversized overalls, boots thumping on the ground. One hand came up to adjust the cap and goggles atop their head.
Finally, their eyes rested on...Kaden.
The stranger grinned much more widely, as their thoughts skipped from, "Nice place" to, "Hot...mama."
Kaden gave Nur some bastard hybrid look of questioning duck-face. He couldn't say he had a lot of experience with lizard people, but he sure had met them before. When Kaden wasn't in the cities, he lived almost entirely in the wild with not even a bedroll to sleep on. The fact his clothes were so fancy and clean could be attributed to one thing: the airship he used to arrive at this magical city had been more than charitable.
"Excuse me, but are you the dream eater?"
It was worth a shot. He had no idea what the thing looked like and knew only that it was stalking him. So when the "strange, ugly thing" showed itself, it was certainly one of the better explanations.
"Excuse me, but are you the dream eater?"
It was worth a shot. He had no idea what the thing looked like and knew only that it was stalking him. So when the "strange, ugly thing" showed itself, it was certainly one of the better explanations.
"...oh, no, sweet thang." purred the stranger. "There's other things worth eating." An eyebrow popped up and down in the direction of Kaden, accompanied by that same grin.
Nur had no scales- not at that moment- but they did look rather froggy. As they pushed up their goggles, big, round eyes, not at all cute, and more akin to the reptile's, laid themselves onto the warrior.
"What's a sweetheart like you doin' here, ah?"
Nur had no scales- not at that moment- but they did look rather froggy. As they pushed up their goggles, big, round eyes, not at all cute, and more akin to the reptile's, laid themselves onto the warrior.
"What's a sweetheart like you doin' here, ah?"
"Do you have a condition?" He asked, not bothering to answer. "You look strange. I can't place it."
He reached out for the stale glass of water he hadn't touched the previous night, then brought it under his nose so he could sniff it. Nothing seemed off about it, so confident he wouldn't be drugged or poisoned, he took a gulp.
He reached out for the stale glass of water he hadn't touched the previous night, then brought it under his nose so he could sniff it. Nothing seemed off about it, so confident he wouldn't be drugged or poisoned, he took a gulp.
Nur frowned briefly, walking over to her. The young lady. "There is...nothing wrong." he growled, taking a seat. "What about me looks strange, huh? Not all of us can be pretty little princesses like the lot of you!"
"Well, it doesn't matter to me, I can't stay much longer anyway. Also, I'm not a pretty little princess. I'm a homeless, not a prince. I don't think I would like to live in such large palaces and castles anyway, I prefer the countryside."
He finished off his drink.
He finished off his drink.
And Nur grinned again. "I wasn' talkin' about how much money you get to carry in your pocket, but I'm gonna be honest, y'look like a girl. I didn't know why I didn't get the memo earlier. Y'should fix that. You got my hopes up, y'know."
"I'm only fifteen. I haven't grown yet. At least, that's what the wolf seer once told me. Anyway, I'm sure there are... Ladies for you around here. Perhaps you should look for one?"
Ding-ding-ding!
The boy looked up, the sound of the bells outside permeating through the streets and windows into buildings. After it finished, Kaden stood, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn to reveal cloth bound tightly around his abdomen beneath his shirt.
"That's the bell for the airships. Looks like it's time for me to go again. It was nice meeting you, Sir, though I do believe you should see a doctor about your skin condition just in the case that it's doing you harm. Anyway, I'll take my leave now. Goodbye."
With that, Kaden left.
Ding-ding-ding!
The boy looked up, the sound of the bells outside permeating through the streets and windows into buildings. After it finished, Kaden stood, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn to reveal cloth bound tightly around his abdomen beneath his shirt.
"That's the bell for the airships. Looks like it's time for me to go again. It was nice meeting you, Sir, though I do believe you should see a doctor about your skin condition just in the case that it's doing you harm. Anyway, I'll take my leave now. Goodbye."
With that, Kaden left.