Illogical Jim

Mushroom Inn(interest check/ Planning)

Maybe the inn lies at a major crossroads, connecting two or more major civilizations. This would help explain the presence of people of diverse backgrounds. I suppose it could either be within a large city, or perhaps in a more rural area. Either way, it should probably have something special about it to make it worthwhile for (presumably) adventuring types to drop by. Maybe it's a particularly nice inn, or maybe it lies rather near a person or place of interest- the local lord is known for hiring professional 'troubleshooters,' thus attracting mercenaries, or a significant ruinous complex lies nearby, and adventurers, merchants, and scholars of all stripe have been drawn to the area. There might be illegal gambling in the back, or else the inn acts as a front for some other illicit activity. Maybe the players are in on it- or maybe they're trying to stamp it out.

Maybe the inn was founded by a famous adventurer, and he retains a reputation for being helpful to those still active in his former craft. Perhaps there is something magical or supernatural about the place- the inn acts as a conduit of divine or arcane energy, or maybe it stands on a site where the boundaries between various realities are unusually weak.

Just some thoughts. Oh, and I'd just like to go on record as saying I'm not especially fond of the idea of OP characters. But that's just me.

Mushroom Inn(interest check/ Planning)

Count me in. Last Inn RP I was in was a blast... Although it did go rather far off the rails.

Fallout: Vault Dwellers

Oh! Count me in.

The Bawdy Dog

Err... I'm not sure where to begin here.

I guess I should start by apologizing for my rather sudden and unannounced drop off the face of the Earth. I am sorry about not giving anyone a heads up about that- some stuff came up and side-tracked me from the site, but I really should have given the courtesy of a warning.

That said... Is Ealdwine dead? I'm presently reading the posts I missed in the IC, and it doesn't seem certain that he's out of commission. If he is, I'd be glad to roll up a new character- if you all don't mind. Or, if he's not, I'd be happy for him to have passed out from a combination of injury and hunger, or somesuch.

Oh wait, the tavern collapsed. Never mind. The bard has almost certainly checked out.

Star Trek: An Exploration RP

Oh! Count me in!

The Bawdy Dog

@Captain Bravo
A fix for the leg would likely be appreciated- not that Ealdwine has much money to pay with. Perhaps he and the good doctor are acquainted?

Former compatriots in the adventuring business? Or maybe Dr. Vickers is fond of music? Not that they have to be of any relation at all- though I'd be open to the idea. I think the Bard could use a friend right now, hehe.

The Bawdy Dog

I'm still here.

The Bawdy Dog

Drink a "healing" potion?

@Tricheus

Oh, I hadn't thought of that.

But I think the bard is a little too lost in the music to think of anything that reasonable.

The Bawdy Dog

CRASH

A great hole in the wall had opened. Who had made it, and who had survived it, Ealdwine had no idea at all. His legs really hurt. Maybe he had broken them. He was sure he would fall over if he stood up. So he stayed on the ground, his fingers dancing along the courses, up and down the damaged lute. Nothing else mattered.

Yes, nothing at all.

Maybe he had finally lost his mind. A man can only take so much heartbreak before he cracks. When the bard was young, he recalled, he had always admired his grandfather. A singer of songs and teller of stories. Quick of wit and jovial in countenance. Truly, the man who had inspired the Bard to be the man he became. But one day, not long after grandmother had died, he had wandered singing into the woods. No one saw him again. Alive, that was. The huntsmen found his half-rotten corpse a few weeks later, floating in a brook. Four feet in depth. He had drowned at four feet. But, a man can only take so much danger before he cracks.

Before he cracks. Before he slacks. before he wax. Afore de'facs.

Before he lax-fo-the-diddle-de-ri-de-O!

'But!' what was left of his sense, revolted, 'Danger!'

The Danger Room! There was a song to die for! Nay, a song to die to! Ealdwine transitioned effortlessly from the Dagger Dance to his new song. Without distractions, and with a most intrigued audience, he began to play the Danger Room. Its introduction was most snappy, and well-suited to the rowdy but sociable atmosphere in the Dog. He had learned it from a Dwarven trio, the same that had taught him the previous piece. Doren, Minkot, and...
What was her name?

Nil!

Ah, the body on that one. Buxom and stout, and full of energy. They had spent a few nights together, far beneath the peaks of the mountains in ancient halls of stone. Just remembering it made the Bard lovesick. Did not old Nil have a son? Was the boy his? He had always wanted to settle down and have a family. A boy, maybe a girl or two. A dog, even. Hehe, dog. Bawdy Dog. He could certainly have done worse than Nil, in any event- and as often as not he had.

But can Man and Dwarf procreate? Is that even possible?

Was he recalling any of this correctly? Was Nil even a real person?

Or is Nil a man? Maybe Minkot is the lass.

No matter! The introduction was over, and the words had now begun. Ealdwine was never a master linguist, and his Dwarvish was never any more than passable. But he knew the words to the song. He had practiced it again and again, in the Towercap Inn, and, later, in Doren's personal bedchamber. His voice rang true and loud as he played madly, his pronunciation scarce sullied by a foreign accent.

“Urem bisol udos
Nanoth okil othil,
gusil samam!
Nas-okon arol deler lam.

Akur akir akam!

Akur akir akam!”

The words translated poorly into the common tongue, but ran roughly:

“My father was a peaceful man
Never tested his weak,
copper courage!
But I'm unburdened under steel and stone.

Champions are rewarded by fortune!”

And the words ran on in likewise manner, without any regard for the lethal melee all about. There was nothing left for a bard to do but play and sing- and so he did.

The Bawdy Dog

Oh man, this is not what I expected when I signed up for this.

Not that I'm complaining.

Hmm. A zombie barman, a broken wall, and two zombonis still very much on the offensive? What can a bard with a possibly-broken leg do?