The Tipsy Imp (Ongoing RP Thread)

[Tipsy Imp Inn]

A comfortable, welcoming establishment. A tale or two being shared by patrons, causing sudden bursts of laughter and the pounding of fists on a table. The sound of song resonates within the walls from a bard on the stage.  The room is well lit, the fireplace warm, sending shadows dancing along the walls. The smell of tasty food rushes your sense of smell. A pretty bar maid moves from patron to patron and offers you a wink as you step inside.

[hellscream123]

*every few nights*

Arician enters and dips his head to the bar maid before heading past the bar and into the kitchen. Once inside he cooks; without order or reasoning he prepares wonderful meals ranging from all the corners of fearun.

Once done he sets the finished plates along the bar with prices given to the bar keep on tap before heading out the door content.

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Karliah swings, and slams the door to the imp wide open.

"I heard you refurbish-- ooh... very nice." Karliah looks about the establishment, nodding in approval, a huge idiotic grin upon her face - then makes her way to the bar... before running back across the floor to shut the door behind her.

She orders a Shot in The Dark, as always, and sits - her smile dropping instantly, replaced by a flat, emotionless expression as she stares onward at nothing in particular, downing shot after shot over the course of a few hours.

[Fenix]

A man in a suit mixed of dark green and obsidian wanders into the imp. He walks the establishment with an aire of familiarity as he wanders to the bar and seats himself a seat away from the woman. He orders himself a flask of water, as well as various of the establishments strongest drinks. He takes a sip of the water before drinking down all of the other drinks with ease. He shows no bother by the strength of each lager, as if he has guts of iron and a strong tolerance. He orders four shots of demons breath and hands the bar maid a flask from his hip.

"Mind using some of this in the shots? Feel free to save some for yourself too. This batch is probably the best tasting one yet."

The barmaid smiles and nods, seemingly having met the man before. She carefully measures out the four shots, adding a minor amount of the liquid from the oaken flask to each glass. She pours some of the contents into a separate bottle and seals it for herself. She pushes the flask and glasses toward the man with a smile and continues her business with other patrons.

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[lucesi]

A group of 'well-refreshed' sailors cheer raucously at the baudy tune 'She was only a Halfling's Daughter' played by the bard Vennis on stage, raising the tankards and inexpertly singing the chorus. Vennis responds to their good humour by altering the lyrics slightly to become slightly more risqué.

Eventually when the sailors depart for other watering holes, he switches to less raucous background music for the other patrons.

[Fenix]

Sept 13, 2013 7:14:20 GMT -5 lucesi said:

A group of 'well-refreshed' sailors cheer raucously at the baudy tune 'She was only a Halfling's Daughter' played by the bard Vennis on stage, raising the tankards and inexpertly singing the chorus. Vennis responds to their good humour by altering the lyrics slightly to become slightly more risqué.

Eventually when the sailors depart for other watering holes, he switches to less raucous background music for the other patrons.

The man at the bar glances back toward vennis, the four shots still sitting in front of him as he sips on other drinks for a time. A weaves his head in a snakelike motion to the sound of the tune. His eyes seem to constantly change color, sometimes individually. The change of each color seems to align with the rhythm and mood of the song.


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[bentusi16]

A dark skinned and dark haired man comes in. He's clad in a brown coat that seems to be covered with pockets, with sleeves slightly to long for his arms, but he walks with the casual gait of someone used to such clothing and environs. The first thing he does is purchase a key to the basement, and as he heads for the door he digs out a black-leather book.

[hellscream123]

Sept 13, 2013 6:37:11 GMT -5 @karliah said:

Karliah swings, and slams the door to the imp wide open.

"I heard you refurbish-- ooh... very nice." Karliah looks about the establishment, nodding in approval, a huge idiotic grin upon her face - then makes her way to the bar... before running back across the floor to shut the door behind her.

She orders a Shot in The Dark, as always, and sits - her smile dropping instantly, replaced by a flat, emotionless expression as she stares onward at nothing in particular, downing shot after shot over the course of a few hours.

Arician in between making food slides a plate in front of her; a simple bowl of hearty warming soup.

"A mind is a terrible thing to waste you know"

Before returning to the other dishes and orders of his shift.

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Karliah blinks, breaking out of her seemingly vacant stare. She looks over as Arician walks away, then to the bowl of soup.

"You always did make the best soup..." She comments quietly as she tucks into the soup, a faintly amused look on her face now, her previous gloom replaced.

She turns in her seat to face the others in the inn, occasionally glancing to Fenix as he orders another batch of ridiculously strong drinks.

"That stuff actually get you drunk or what?" She grins, tilting her head and gesturing to the empty glasses.

[Fenix]

The man smirks to her, meeting her gaze. His eyes would be noticed as constantly shifting colors, sometimes individually. An almost serene but chaotic appearance in their twinkling dance of color.

"I guess we will never quite know, will we? They are a bit weak for my tastes really. Here, try this."

He slides one of the four shot glasses over to her, leaving three more in front of him. The scent of the glass alone exhibits the aroma of an extremely strong drink, the contents of the flask giving it a very exotic taste.

"Careful though, it ain't for the faint of heart, and you may wanna savor it. Small drinks are often the most enjoyable."

The man looks back to the bard, fishing out a sack of gold which he tosses to the mans feet. It spills over a bit, containing roughly two hundred lions.

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"Oh good.... I struggle to get wasted sometimes." She grins again, taking the shot glass.

"I hardly see the point in drinking anyway, if you aren't getting drunk. May as well be downing glasses of piss if you ask me."

She eyes the glass a few moments, then sniffs.. wrinkles her nose and downs it, making a bit of a face, but otherwise holding it together remarkably well.

"I'm trained to resist this stuff anyway. It has it's downsides." She shrugs, then also tosses a (much smaller) sack to the bard playing, only a few coins rattle and clank within.

[Dobian]

An athletic-looking woman in green armor strides up to the bar, her auburn hair cascading down her back. She casually inserts herself betwen the woman and Fenix and looks over at him.

"New friend, Fenix?," she asks innocently. "And how's Cherri, by the way?"

She turns her gaze toward the woman next to her with a cool amusement, and then waves her hand dismissively at the bartender when he asks if she wants something, before picking up one of Fenix's shots and downing it.

"I never knew you were such a big spender," she smirks a bit, glancing to the coins still spilled on the floor.

With that, she picks up another of Fenix's shots, tosses it back, and then abruptly turns on her heel and leaves.

"Thanks for the drinks."

[Fenix]

Sept 13, 2013 16:08:34 GMT -5 Dobian said:

An athletic-looking woman in green armor strides up to the bar, her auburn hair cascading down her back. She casually inserts herself betwen the woman and Fenix and looks over at him.

"New friend, Fenix?," she asks innocently. "And how's Cherri, by the way?"

She turns her gaze toward the woman next to her with a cool amusement, and then waves her hand dismissively at the bartender when he asks if she wants something, before picking up one of Fenix's shots and downing it.

"I never knew you were such a big spender," she smirks a bit, glancing to the coins still spilled on the floor.

With that, she picks up another of Fenix's shots, tosses it back, and then abruptly turns on her heel and leaves.

"Thanks for the drinks."

He glares at Cat'lyn as she leaves then smirks to the woman.

"To each their own. I suppose it is well that flask was only filled with water."

He hands the barmaid an oaken flask, lined with carvings of vines and a single dragon wing carved into the center in great detail. The barmaid grins and pours up several new shots, passing them back to him. He shifts one over toward the woman, one to the bartender, and holds two in front of himself still with an easy grin upon his features.

"Perhaps you will better enjoy one of these."

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Karliah smiles some, watching the exchange, and Fenix's responses in silence.

She takes the offered glass, sniffs it again and considers more thoughtfully as she swirls the liquid around in front of her, at eye level, she flicks a glance to Fenix and says in a low tone.
"I'm Karli... And what's this one?"

[Fenix]

He dips his head to her.

"Well met Karli. You may call me Fenix, as our pest already has mentioned. Fenix, The Faceless One."


He takes the glass and slips it back easily, a light smile showing on his face.

"It is my own special of the Demon's Breath. I brew a moonshine strong enough to knock the average man, even dwarves, on their arse. A little bit of that will add a pleasant kick to a drink, or much more when drank straight. Home Sweet Home I like to call it. Something to relax and forget your troubles over."

He hands the barmaid the flask, and has her pour a new round.

[Dobian]

Cat'lyn leans against a pillar across from the bar and watches the pair curiously with her arms folded as one would observe a pair of lab rats, noting the excessive number of drinks Fenix is pushing on the woman. She then turns and heads to the door after a few minutes.

[Fenix]

He watches content as the door slams shut behind her before turning back to Karli.

"She should learn to keep her nose out of other's business, a lesson she fails to heed well. Rather would interfere and intervene where she is not desired."

He sips back another drink, watching the bard as he idly talks to the woman.

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"Well, rather faceless than with a face like hers, no?". She'd say, flicking a glance over at Cat'lyn subtly.
"Forgetting troubles would be welcome, at least." She comments on the name.
She'd watch Cat'lyn leave, her grin growing wider, influenced now by perhaps the drink and the mood set by the music.
Karliah proceeds to down the shot Fenix handed her, again wincing a bit.
"It's nice to lose yourself occasionally." She continues from her previous comment.

"Anyway, just be happy she's taking so much interest in you, she can make whatever assumptions she wishes... seeing two people drinking at a bar, because, apparently that's uncommon?"

[Fenix]

He nods with a firm smile at the thought of the relaxation the drinks bring upon him.

"I could do well without her interests. She takes plenty of it in me and my life as it is. But to her, of course it is." He looks over to her for a moment. "Clearly the though of kindness toward you means I desire to bed you right now. Its a damn good thing I had her to remind me of that, no? Those drinks made me forget."

He grins widely, snickering to himself at the comment.

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"Irrelevant anyway, and... happier things to be talking about, eh?"
Karliah shrugs and knocks back another glass.
"How does one become faceless anyway? What exac- *hiccup* ..." She pauses mid sentence at the rude interruption.
"What... doesh that mean, exactly?" She finishes.
She raises the next glass to Fenix, and looks about the Imp again, taking an interest in the goings on.

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Seated at a corner table, a dark haired half elf stands smoothly. Moving to the bar he quietly orders some food, his Sembian accent clear. looking around, his eyes linger a few moments expressionless on Fenix before he turns back to his food and eats slowly, standing at the bar.

[Fenix]

Sept 14, 2013 3:38:58 GMT -5 @karliah said:

"Irrelevant anyway, and... happier things to be talking about, eh?"
Karliah shrugs and knocks back another glass.
"How does one become faceless anyway? What exac- *hiccup* ..." She pauses mid sentence at the rude interruption.
"What... doesh that mean, exactly?" She finishes.
She raises the next glass to Fenix, and looks about the Imp again, taking an interest in the goings on.

His eyes flicker in color a bit rapidly, and the man holds an arm In front of him with the sleeve drawn up. A smooth skin begins to transpose into a length of dark black scales, then melts into a layer of feathering, before returning to normal. He smilrs to the woman as his features seem to change subtly but surely. He takes a moment to glance at the elf that stares at him, studying him a moment.

[Fenix]

Sept 14, 2013 3:38:58 GMT -5 @karliah said:

"Irrelevant anyway, and... happier things to be talking about, eh?"
Karliah shrugs and knocks back another glass.
"How does one become faceless anyway? What exac- *hiccup* ..." She pauses mid sentence at the rude interruption.
"What... doesh that mean, exactly?" She finishes.
She raises the next glass to Fenix, and looks about the Imp again, taking an interest in the goings on.

His eyes flicker in color a bit rapidly, and the man holds an arm In front of him with the sleeve drawn up. A smooth skin begins to transpose into a length of dark black scales, then melts into a layer of feathering, before returning to normal. He smilrs to the woman as his features seem to change subtly but surely. He takes a moment to glance at the elf that stares at him, studying him a moment.

[hellscream123]

Arician taps fenix on the shoulder during his rounds when he starts shifting some.

"one form only please Fenix"

after which he places down a bowl of stew for him.

[Fenix]

He smirks to Arician with his mischevious grin. His changes begin to revert, and his features contort to become more aligned with his normalcy, although his eyes continue their exotic dance of color.

He pulls the bowl of stew closer to him, stirring it lightly as he inspects the various dressings of the dish. He raises the spoon toward his mouth. Rather than blowing the steam away, he blows a small flame toward it, heating it up even further. He sips it lightly as if the superheated stew has no effect toward him, or at least none that he would openly show. He grabs some nearby seasonings and adds them to the stew before continuing his meal, occasionally ordering another drink or round of drinks for those at the bar. He would glance back at the elf sitting quietly, only occasional sparse glances, before returning to his current affairs.

"You've done quite a job with the food tonight Arician. The imp is lucky to have somebody so skilled with culinary arts. As much as I love living off the land, it never hurts to enjoy the luxuries that would be provided by the societal advances."

He leans back and smiles to himself a bit, a smug, wry smile.

"City life and luxurious living. Such a necessary evil. As easy as it would be to raze a town and return it to nature, what benefit may that give, hmm? War between man and nature? Nah. Thats one battle I would rather prevent. The balance of the world is a fickle thing, so easily the scales may be tipped. Weight those down too severely one way or the other, and they topple. Chaos erupts and order becomes moot." He smirks. "The land...such a chaotic beast, kept slumbering for the sake of order. How easily that beast could open its eyes, give in to instinct, and rampage. But it ever slumbers. A beauty within that beast. The grace of the lands."

[hellscream123]

Arician smiles and shakes his head as he returns to his work

"enjoy the stew, and try not to spook the drunks"

[Fenix]

Sept 18, 2013 5:04:54 GMT -5 hellscream123 said:

Arician smiles and shakes his head as he returns to his work

"enjoy the stew, and try not to spook the drunks"

He smiles his typical mischevious smile.

"I make no promisew my friend."

[lucesi]

*Vennis plays a few satirical songs about the people of Sembia, in particular making heavy hints about their illegitimate (and perhaps bestial) parentage. These are dispersed between patriotic songs of Cormyr and a number of rousing renditions of 'I'm a Cormyte Brave' make an appearance, evidently a hit with many in the audience who join in with gusto.

After his performance he can be seen chatting and seemingly flirting with a pretty young woman by the bar. After a few minutes of this light hearted talk they rise from the table and head upstairs to the Inn's accommodation area*

[Kelitayu]

Sept 18, 2013 9:55:45 GMT -5 lucesi said:

*Vennis plays a few satirical songs about the people of Sembia, in particular making heavy hints about their illegitimate (and perhaps bestial) parentage. These are dispersed between patriotic songs of Cormyr and a number of rousing renditions of 'I'm a Cormyte Brave' make an appearance, evidently a hit with many in the audience who join in with gusto.

After his performance he can be seen chatting and seemingly flirting with a pretty young woman by the bar. After a few minutes of this light hearted talk they rise from the table and head upstairs to the Inn's accommodation area*

A glossy black haired human woman sits at the bar dressed in typical work clothes along with a dirty, sooty red blacksmiths apron. A heavy pack full of metal ingots rests beside the bar next to her. She tips back a series of ale tankards whilst listening to the songs with a somewhat bitter smile on her face. After the music ends and Vennis leaves, she remains sitting for about an hour nursing a tankard whist looking rather miserable. Eventually she retires to the Inn rooms with the grim realization that tomorrow morning she'll have to live with the consequences.

[McGuffin]

*A cute girl, named Monika, is seen singing gaudy Illuskan tunes and other unique songs. She often flirts and then disappears up stairs for a time with those who watch her provocative dancing.*