When you open the door, you are immediately greeted with the strong scent of ale and smoke wafting over your nostrils, as before you is a small cramped tavern that clearly has seen better times. The tavern itself is decorated with a nautical theme, with a worn sign over the bar counter displaying “The Silvered Anchor”, accompanied by the logo of an upside down anchor directly to the right of it. The magical lanterns illuminating in the tavern are dim and warm, giving you a familiar feeling of your hometown in some ways.
The bar itself is attended to by an older looking gentleman wearing unusually formal attire, with a prominent scar over his right cheek. As he’s wiping down something spilled on the counter, you can see he’s listening intently to two burly dwarves who look like fishermen also at the counter. They are loudly arguing over something they saw earlier in the day, but you haven’t heard enough to discern what they are talking about. At the far end of the counter, you also see a lone halfling figure, wearing a black cloak and hood drawn over their head, drinking alone and seemingly uninterested in the commotion around them.
In the corner booth, you also see a group of elderly looking women playing a card game of some kind around the table. They don’t seem to be talking much at all, instead focusing solely on the game they are playing, but its too far away for you to tell what exactly it is. In the booth next to them, you see what appears to be a dad and his 3 children, as he’s desperately trying to clean up the mess his youngest appears to have made at table by playing too much with his food. Finally on the other side of the room in another booth, you spot two armored elven women, each bearing the sigil of a half eclipsed sun on their pauldrons, who appear to be bonding over a large chunk of roasted mutton.
What does your character do now?
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As you pull out your glock, time seems to freeze around you. You’re momentarily confused, but you still make the motions to point the barrel right under your chin. Except right before you pull the trigger, a voice calls out:
“Such a waste.”
A masculine sounding voice coldly says to you. From the doorway at the back of the tavern, you see a very attractive devil looking man appear from behind it, navigating carefully around the tables towards you. He’s unnervingly tall at almost 7 feet, dressed in a well fitted suit, with telltale horns curved upwards out of his skull.
“Are you going to blow your brains out? Right here? When you have so much” he pauses for a second, emphasizing the next word “Potential to live for?” He smirks, as he looks you over. Your eyes match his, still with that same steely resolve you had when you decided to kill yourself.
What do you do?
I go to the elderly women group playing cards and ask what they are playing. “Oi! Is that Magic the Gathering I’m seeing?”
As you walk over to them and say that, one of the women looks up at you, waving and smiles, with a toothy grin clearly showing she’s lost a couple teeth over the years. She’s a human woman with stark silver hair, pulled into a bun behind her head, and she’s wearing a simple woolen dress covered in muted floral patterns.
“We haves some’un interested in our game!” she says excitedly loudly, trying to overpower the other sound in the tavern. When she says this, it appears the other 3 women at the table look up and finally notice you, not able to hear what you originally said over all the sound.
“Whatss thiss about Maeve?” Another elderly woman says to the woman who originally smiled at you. She’s also a human, who also has scraggly silver hair lain lazily around her head, and she’s wearing a worn apron that appears to be stained in various places.
“Were beings asked if were playings some magic in our gathering.” Maeve replies, smiling as she says it.
The other woman grins. “Oh planes no Maeve, while I’ve thought about it somes, I woulds never cheat in a game of bridge”. As she finishes saying that, she knocks her elbow into the purple skinned tiefling woman beside her and she cackles, almost like there’s an in joke of some kind.
Maeve looks towards you now, still grinning with that smile. “Wells I’m sorrys to dissapoint ya, but im afraid we donts have any kinds of that magic to help ya stranger.”
What do you do?
I show interest by leaning in and I ask Maeve what “a game of bridge” is.
I wander up to the bar, hungry after a long day of doing absolutely nothing. I look around the tavern, eyeing at the mutton the two elven women are gouging upon, and thinking of having mutton too. As I place my order, I look for a place to sit, but on my way I lose my balance and fall over spectacularly.
