The Tipsy Imp (Ongoing RP Thread)

[Fenix]

Fenix sits in the corner, at the edge of the bar. His armor is covered in soot and some of the fabric is stained heavily with dried blood. He leans on the bartop quietly, his hood down and his scimitar leaning against the wall beside him with his dagger on the bartop to his right. He quietly sips at a flask of water, his gaze shifting slowly between the few other patrons of the morning with a both cautious, curious, and analytic look about it.

As Arician enters, he does little more than offer a simple nod, keeping solemnly to himself in his corner.

[Kiyohime 🐍]

A slender woman dressed in black slips inside the Tipsy Imp when the Hour of the Wolf is at its highest.

Lowering her hood and shaking some snow off her cloak, she spares nothing but a cursory glance around the establishment. Kiyohime navigates the inn's din towards the counter on silent feet, offering the barkeep a courteous nod once their eyes meet.

"Good morning, Erork. Everything is well, I trust?" The kozakuran's tone is cordial, hinting at some familiarity with the barkeep.

Reaching to her belt, Kiyohime produces a large sack of coin and slides it across the counter towards the half orc. "It seems this time I am here to stay."

Erork nods in acknowledgment at the size of the bag. "Same room?"

"Indeed. The same room and our usual arrangements."

The barkeep nods simply and reaches beneath the bar for a key, laying it on the counter.

"I'll tell the boss you are here." The half orc offers, a faint smirk on his lips.

"Thank you, Erork. If you would be so kind as to deliver him a letter as well that would be most appreciated." She reaches again to her hip, producing a scroll of vellum bound by bamboo sticks and fastened by a purple ribbon. She lays the parchment upon the counter in exchange for the key and parts with another courteous dip of her head.

Kiyohime ascends the stairs, her shadowstuff cloak shifting deceptively behind her.


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(OOC: PM will be sent. Soonish.)

[Deleted]

A huge orc sits looking into the fire taking up nearly the whole seat with just his mass. He orders a bottle of whiskey and seems to keep to himself. Most likely many of the bar patrons give him a wide birth.

[The Tallest Dwarf]

A very skittish green-and-gold robed male Gnome approaches the bartender and orders "Tea.EarlGrey.Hot." before taking a seat in the darkest corner booth.

[bloodalchemist]

Shakes the snow from her hair and cloak as she enters, doing her best to not make a mess everywhere. Mara then looks around, nodding towards the big half-orc before wandering over to the counter and ordering her usual tankard of apple cinnamon whiskey, getting another tankard of plain whiskey as well after a moment talking with the bar keep. She wanders back over to the big Half-orc and nods with a smile before asking

Got room for another? I got you a second drink for your time.

[Pedantry INC]

Mirrir visits the Imp, striding through wings twitching, flaming rod bright as ever. Pausing to speak a while to Valera and Justian, she then proceeds to make boisterous announcements to the locals and anyone present about the Hunters challenged, bidding:

"Something to prove to yourself, or others? Strong? Fearless? Do you wish you were? Desire trinkets of magic? Come then and face the hunters challenge, for whatever reasons lure you. Test your strength and your right to win bounty! Show Cormyr your strength so that it might recognize you, show Cormyr your strength so that it might hope in a time when so many struggle. Prove yourself, even if only for yourself, to know what you are capable of as a hunter in the realms."

She stays a time answering any questions that arise.

( frc.proboards.com/thread/21561/hunters-challenge )

[Deleted]

*a grin splits the half orcs face like an earthquake opens a crevasse that threatens to swallow those near it* Aye and pushes himself over toward one end of the couch. He reaches out a hand to the wall to keep the couch balanced as all of his weight is on one side until she sits down. He accepts the drink in a massive hand with not a sniff or an eye to check what it is. He takes a slurp then nods his approval. *raises the glass to the halforc behind the bar then touches his chest with two fingers before he looks back toward Mara* Heard news of work?

[gainreduction]

A travelling bard is often seen visiting the Tipsy Imp, on occassion Shard sings "The Mermaid's Kiss".

[Deleted]

A hooded female figure, smelling distinctly of old socks and rat poop enters the Tipsy Imp - she glides across the wooden floor, straight to the bar.
There she leaves a note with Erork, and whispers a few words. She slides a few coins over, and then turns to leave.

She pauses... and turns back, speaking louder toward Erork.

"And... tell her I'm sorry."

//PM sent!

[Left of Intentions]

Every few nights Lain begins visiting the Tipsy Imp, her comings and goings somewhat random. Her actions during each visit, however, rarely deviate.

She visits the bar, collecting a small plate of food as well as a glass of water. She will spend a time at the bar nibbling at the meal, though rarely eats more than a quarter, sometimes managing to consume half of the food presented. Finally she'll wander into the common area.

Sitting on the floor, back rested against the fire place, a tiny figure fiddles with a spool of wire and little pliers, making small metallic designs, some flat framed patters, others 3D objects like cubes with intricate wire weavings suspended from the corners. She seems to pay attention to very little beyond her strange, meticulous art. Her brief glances about take in the comings and goings of patrons, regulars and visitors alike, but she never goes out of her way to bother anyone.

Often she becomes a figure easy to miss, small to begin with, her hunched shoulders and non-existent personal presence leaving her a detail to be missed amid the more lively environment.

Those that take notice of her and speak to her will find her quite ready to respond, however.

[gainreduction]

A bard has been spotted playing a yarting on the couch next to the fireplace most nights this week. Shard gets a small crowd gathering at most times, seeking to hear his songs.

[hellscream123]

*every night nearing the end of a tenday blue comes in to cook something new for the imp. Curious and delicious his creations are warming through the winter chill, occasionally however he does have to warn not to bring any open flames near some of the cocktails*

[Fenix]

Feb 2, 2014 14:21:54 GMT -5 hellscream123 said:

*every night nearing the end of a tenday blue comes in to cook something new for the imp. Curious and delicious his creations are warming through the winter chill, occasionally however he does have to warn not to bring any open flames near some of the cocktails*

Fenix if course tends not to listen.

[probablyamage]

*Velethranril visits the Imp irregularly every handful of evenings, typically drinking excessively and telling either outrageous lies that he makes seem plausible, or improbable truths that sound like lies.*

[Dobian]

Salina drops in to try Blue's latest culinary creation, sipping a splattered grue and chatting with the bartender.

[Deleted]

A hooded woman, bearing a tattoo on her right arm of a black and purple snake arrives at the tipsy imp, making her way to the bar where she questions Erork in a plain manner. Her inquery after the presence of her friend fruitless, she orders a drink instead, moving to settle down on the couch in the corner. Only then does a small figure break itself from the scenery, slipping out from the small nook between couch and wall. Lain slinks to the side of the sofa where the woman Karliah, settled, hunching as she huddles against the wall.


The greetings are brief, interrupted by shivers that wrack Lain's frame, and a concerned Karliah fetches hot drink. It doesn't take long though for matters to escalate, and soon Lain lays on the couch, listening to instructions to shed hood and cloak. The small womans heart beating in a rush, face sheened with sweat, Karliah wastes no time searching for the source of her ails. Lain seems to deteriorate though, statements issued to Karliah making little sense while she begins to move erraticly now and then, groping for things that aren't there.

Not caring for Lain's privacy or the prying eyes of anyone else in the tavern, Karliah begins rolling up pant legs, sleeves, and finally the skinny womans tunic, finding at last a grisly sight, sickening discoloration spreading along Lain's flank, originating from her back.

It would seem to be the beginning of a hard fought battle as Karliah has lain lay on her side to inspect what proves to be a terrible series of injuries, several dark, swollen, weeping wounds with dark trails leading away from them. Lain's feverish delerium set in offers the only source of struggle, when Karliah begins to try to open the first festering site.

Lain's ramblings speak of stars and empty cups while she seems to try to obey Karliah's demand for her to count. When the small woman starts trying to crawl away from the pain, Karliah refutes her, issuing firm instructions that seem to at least partially register. With Lain laying down once more, it begins anew, a terrible process to open the first of six welts, Karliah discovering the source of infection: a two inch long splinter of wood embedded into Lain's flesh. Trying to excise the forign body leaves Lain wailing incoherantly, before passing out.

The drama continues as Karliah struggles to remove the flaked, rotted wood from the first wound, flushing it with alcohol and wiping it out with cloths, and finally heating a blade over a candle. The Tavern is filled with a horrible shreik as red metal touches flesh, the wound burning closed. Then silence again as the pain sends her back into oblivion.

Karliah struggles with the rest of the wounds, working diligently when she pauses, and suddenly rolls Lain over. She begins repeatedly applying pressure to Lain's chest, calling out her name, depamding that she hold on, before pausing and listening close to Lain's mouth. By some luck, it seems, the frail woman catches her breath, sputtering a senseless series of half syllibles, half cries.

From there on out, it seems a race for Karliah, forcing the remaining wounds open, cleaning them out and burning them shut, while Lain rarely manages more than sickened gurgles and haphazard flails in response, seeming unable to fully grasp conciousness.

Finally the worst is over, and Karliah slumps back and wipes sweat from her brow. Next to her a pile of bloody rags, empty vials, and a pile of gory, puss soaked splinters. Lain remains still, lost to the waking world. Not done yet though, Karliah searches her belongings, cursing as she does, before recovering a scroll that she reads over her sensless companion. She then digs through Lain's belongings, coming up with several pouches that she takes out herbs from, mixing salves thereafter that she applies to Lain's back.


The crises over, Karliah collects herself, before collecting a key from Erork. She then carefully gathers up the frail woman and carries her upstairs, leaving behind the mess of her urgent work as the only evidence of Lain's near death experience.

Only later, after over a day of not emerging from upstairs does Karliah leave, Lain just ahead of her, looking her usual self, if even more thin and pale.

[The Tallest Dwarf]

Feb 2, 2014 11:45:16 GMT -5 gainreduction said:

A bard has been spotted playing a yarting on the couch next to the fireplace most nights this week. Shard gets a small crowd gathering at most times, seeking to hear his songs.

A green-robed Gnome would hesitantly ask the bard if he happens to know any Gnomish folk songs, offering to pay with a nice hot cuppa tea.

[Kiyohime 🐍]

After at least three tendays away, the kozakuran returns to the Tipsy Imp accompanied by two dock workers carrying a lacquered chest of eastern design. Quiet words are exchanged as the barkeep produces at least half a dozen letters from behind the counter. Kiyohime offers a few more words before heading upstairs to her room, the men trailing behind her.

[Kiyohime 🐍]

Lately Kiyohime can be seen more frequently in the Imp's common room, her fingers wrapped around a cup of tea and her attentive gaze sweeping over the room.

She keeps mostly to herself, though, unless some of the more intoxicated patrons start acting up. They are approached at the smallest hint of disturbance. A smile that cuts and a few polite words from the woman are usually enough to put the problems to rest.

[Deleted]

Karliah drops by the Imp almost daily, as if in a routine.
She orders the same drink from Erork, and seats herself at the same barstool, with her hood and cloak still on.
She would inquire about news and rumors with Erork, and after a few select people's presence passing through the inn, before falling into long silence, the only motions and words, simply ordering another of her drink.

Her expression and body language one of someone who wishes to be left alone, which most of the patrons seem to do anyway, shortly before muttering and commenting of a horrible reek.

However once or twice in the tenday, Karliah would enter into the imp, wearing a finely tailored suit, without most of her belts, pouches, and vials. And notably smelling fairly average. She'd follow the same routine, only, much more open and chatty with the patrons.

[The Tallest Dwarf]

Of an evening, a Gnome in green and yellow robes, ink-spattered and smelling strongly of cardamom, ginger, and other similarly exotic spices, would order a Durparian tea-sometimes black, sometimes mint-and find a quiet corner to sit and read various tomes, usually by the fire. If a bard was playing, sometimes he would donate coins.

[Fluffy the Mad]

A blood-curdling shriek is heard from the upper floor of the Imp. Any investigators would notice an open door to the right of the stairs. Within the bedroom one would see the opened case of a viola on the bed, instrument within untouched, the sheets undisturbed. On the far side of the bed, hidden from a quick glance, is a woman. Her face is covered with a sheet of parchment, but otherwise she seems to have been killed quickly and efficiently. The experienced killer or healer would realize that she was likely gone too quickly to call out for help or scream; there are deep stab wounds in several vital locations. Upon close inspection, the woman is a beautiful bard known to play at the Imp on occasion, as well as other locations around Valkur's Roar and Suzail. The paper laid across her appears to be a scroll to raise the dead, oddly enough. Her belongings seem untouched, making one wonder why she was killed in such a manner.

[Kiyohime 🐍]

Jun 3, 2014 19:49:03 GMT -5 Fluffy the Mad said:

A blood-curdling shriek is heard from the upper floor of the Imp. Any investigators would notice an open door to the right of the stairs. Within the bedroom one would see the opened case of a viola on the bed, instrument within untouched, the sheets undisturbed. On the far side of the bed, hidden from a quick glance, is a woman. Her face is covered with a sheet of parchment, but otherwise she seems to have been killed quickly and efficiently. The experienced killer or healer would realize that she was likely gone too quickly to call out for help or scream; there are deep stab wounds in several vital locations. Upon close inspection, the woman is a beautiful bard known to play at the Imp on occasion, as well as other locations around Valkur's Roar and Suzail. The paper laid across her appears to be a scroll to raise the dead, oddly enough. Her belongings seem untouched, making one wonder why she was killed in such a manner.

Kiyohime marches inside the Imp, amber eyes smouldering under delicate eyebrows. She is wearing her black and red outfit, the colors of the city of Valkur's Roar, with the Inquisitor's badge pinned to it.

She exchanges some quiet words with Erork, hissing frighteningly, before making her way upstairs and towards the room where the woman was murdered.

[Kiyohime 🐍]

During the following days, Kiyohime can be seen inviting all patrons to attend the performance of the Redsong Bard and Alyster Darkharp on the 31st of Flamerule.

[Deleted]

Darkharp is a regular patron of the Imp in the following days as well, offering invitations and promises of a worthwhile performance.

[arisnorman1]

*vlaric would been seen off and on at the imp*

[deko]

In the past few weeks a new "face" can be noticed in the Imp. An average sized elf with a hood and a mask which covers his nose and mouth can be usually spotted sitting alone by the fire or some other well litted place in the inn holding a book in front of himself. Most of the times he can be seen wearing a dark obsidian plate, mostly covering his torso and shoulders, and some leader underneath. Lately it would seem like he's becoming a resident of the establishment there, occasionally coming down from his room for some minor chit chat and to acquire some refreshments. If one dares to notice he would often odrer a drink or meal, usually both, and sit on one of the tables and start reading his book or just idly look around without touching his order. In the end he would pick up his meal and bring it up in his room.
Upon one such endeavour he would leave a message to Erork that he wishes to get acquainted with the owner of this establishment and exchange a few words.

[Tipsy Imp Inn]

On some occasions the meals are on the house. Erork always friendly and welcoming to the newcomer, eager to chat him up. Or just keep an eye on him by the fire, while he cleans a glass. After some days one of such meals also contains a neatly folded letter.

//PM sent.

[Razgriz]

*Patrons and staff would notice that The Triadic knight Holance seems to be spending more time at the Tipsy Imp. He of course would refuse ale, wine or "A shot in The Dark" when offered, but he would order food and water sometimes. The paladin would stay for some hours and read different reports of his fellow faithful and the letters that he recieved during the Ten-day as well.*

Greetings Erork. Yes, it is me again.

Your boss told me that folks like to see "people like me" here. Good for the business, he said. Next time he comes here please tell him that the dartboard is broken, and that I could not play with it. Oh, and if the high priestess comes, please tell her I miss her.

Anyway, do you know what a deterrent is? *He grins*

[arisnorman1]

*rarebrill is seen at the imp almost daily*