The Tipsy Imp (Ongoing RP Thread)

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Netharmirth is often seen at the Imp. She would usually be seen to take a free place by the fire and sit with a bottle of sweet miasma in her lap. Sometimes she would also order a bowl of chicken soup which she would leave to go cold and untouched. On rare occasions she would make a special effort and actually eat it though she would do so reluctantly.

[Jarec]

During "Joric time" the lord himself stays in his usual "warrior suite." He is often found at the bar drinking and offering ironwood jewelry boxes to women. each night at closing time he'd stagger upstairs and down the hall, to his room.

[Fenix]

Periodically, Fenix may be found to visit in brief stints. Many would bare witness to him intentfully acrewing uo Joric's game each night as the mans intoxication got further and further into his barbaric brain.


Other times during the evenings, a man addressing himself as Daethri, wearing a black overcoat, brown eyes, and black hair pulled back into a ponytail, would be caught challenging the daring to drinking contests. He would be seen slipping back drinks with ease, where his opponents would be left in a drunken stupor. Such antics have occasionally required the touch of a cleric or two, and perhaps some emotional scarring that will never be removed. Otherwise, Daethri would never cease to leave with a sizable addition to his purse come the late hours. Always wandering among thenstreets, he would disappear into the crowds effortlessly.

[Pedantry INC]

The Redsong bard makes visits almost weekly, though her unannounced performances tend to be short occasions, an hour of harp and song, or the occasional tale told in dramatic fashion.

More notably, theatrical and bardic groups bearing the hallmark of the Alizarin Academy become far more frequent at the Imp, assorted entertainers, singles to quartets, performing three or four nights a week. They speak exceptionally highly of the Imps welcome, and often stay a night before departing on their way.

[Pithirendar]

Allyson is sitting in a dark quiet corner. Her bone staff rests at her side and she's often seen adjusting a large out of place gauntlet on her left wrist. As if she's not used to wearing something so cumbersome as she dips her quill into an ink pot. She writes on several pieces of parchment, an old tome rests in the table. Closed. Eventually a small boy approaches her and she passes off the sealed parchments to him along with a sizeable bag of coins.

After the boy scurries on his way, she mostly keeps to herself, unless anyone approaches her. Watching the comings and goings of the patrons.

[Jarec]

Dec 9, 2014 18:01:43 GMT -5 Pithirendar said:

Allyson is sitting in a dark quiet corner. Her bone staff rests at her side and she's often seen adjusting a large out of place gauntlet on her left wrist. As if she's not used to wearing something so cumbersome as she dips her quill into an ink pot. She writes on several pieces of parchment, an old tome rests in the table. Closed. Eventually a small boy approaches her and she passes off the sealed parchments to him along with a sizeable bag of coins.

After the boy scurries on his way, she mostly keeps to herself, unless anyone approaches her. Watching the comings and goings of the patrons.

In a drunken waltz, the J-Dawg saunters over clutching his mug and a box fashioned from ironwood. He'd lean on the table and grin impishly...

"Allyson! Hic! I shaw thish the other day and it...Hic!...Reminded me of your beauty!"

After a long pause and a few one eyed glances around the bar, he'd slide the box across the table to her.

"So how's about you buy me a mead? That...Hic!... Halfbred igworayo cut me off cause he saysh I'm too drunk! But I'm not too drunk! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

[cloudeagle]

The female elf known as Viere would seemingly appear out of nowhere sitting across from Allyson with a smirk upon her features as she looks at the woman. She sets a chocolate cake on the table and begins to slice it into pieces with a dagger before beginning to eat a slice and gesturing for her to take a piece if she wishes.

[cloudeagle]

She glances at the drunken Jarec as he joins them looking amused.

"You should drink a real drink"

She reaches into a bag pulling from it a bottle of Craythur Whiskey sliding it towards the one-eyed man.

[Jarec]

Dec 9, 2014 18:58:04 GMT -5 cloudeagle said:

She glances at the drunken Jarec as he joins them looking amused.

"You should drink a real drink"

She reaches into a bag pulling from it a bottle of Craythur Whiskey sliding it towards the one-eyed man.

Joric would doublt take at the elf as she appears out of nowhere, rubbing his eyes once or twice to make sure. He'd then cast a look to the offered jewelry box, Allyson and finally Viere.

After a long pause he'd snort and let out a bellowing laugh.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Whiskey ish a peashants drink, I like my honeyed mead like I like my women! Sweet and degrading...Hic!..."

"Y'know your eyes shine...hic...beautifu-...beautifully like the stars in The North?"

[Pithirendar]

She lofts a brow which soon turns into a frown as she eyes Viere sitting across from her. She looks at the cake but makes no move to eat it.

"What brings you here Viere?"

As Jaric approaches, her expression changes to one of amusement. She looks at the box but leaves it sitting where it is.

"Seems like Viere has you covered"

Allyson gestures the empty seat next to her. "Best sit down before you fall down."

[Jarec]

Dec 9, 2014 19:07:50 GMT -5 Pithirendar said:

She lofts a brow which soon turns into a frown as she eyes Viere sitting across from her. She looks at the cake but makes no move to eat it.

"What brings you here Viere?"

As Jaric approaches, her expression changes to one of amusement. She looks at the box but leaves it sitting where it is.

"Seems like Viere has you covered"

Allyson gestures the empty seat next to her. "Best sit down before you fall down."

Joric would wave a hand at the offered seat.

"Noooonshense! I'm fi-" the sea legs kick in and he wobbles about for some time before landing flat on his backside a few feet away from the chair...

"Allyson! Why'd y'push me!?"

[Pithirendar]

Smirks and shakes her head slightly before her gaze settles back onto Viere

[T-T-T]

Most oft settled on the yellow couch against the wall by the fire, a brooding man in a short-toga(roman kilt) seems to have taken up regular residence within the imp. He rarely speaks to anyone unless they speak to him first, and gives off a gruff mannerism therein. Those with an ear for foreign dialects might place him as a Chessentan from the region of Cimbar. Never far from his side is a heavy pack that clatters with the sound of armor when moved, and a large greatsword with a hilt wrapped in -perhaps curious- golden leather.

Typically he sits alone, nursing drinks and his own mood - which never seems to be a particularly good one by his near permanent frown. The discussions he has with the few visitors that pay him mind paint him to be a mercenary by the name of 'Sero' and it seems he frequently takes jobs in the local region. 

[DM Grizwald]

*Padrin enters the tavern quietly, closing the door behind him. He surveys the hearth area for a moment then makes right for Erork, leaving a letter for him*

"Please see that this gets to the Ace of Blades when she comes through next."

*Leaving a rather sizable stack of coin for a mere letter delivery, Padrin turns and leaves the inn immediately after.*

//pm sent

[Syd's Blue Sky]

A devilishly handsome man leaves a note with Erork before settling in to his usual spot near the bar. His work for the day seems to consist mostly of maps and assorted accounting ledgers. He doesn't look happy.

[Pedantry INC]

The Redsong Bard appears in the tipsy imp with a small group of Alizarin performers.

Dressed in her finest, with a beautiful harp, Mirrir takes to the stage with her supporting players, singing traditional Cormyrian hunting ballads and songs in a performance that pays homage to Cormyrs long standing hunting traditions.

Her performance carries on for several hours, and finalizes with Darkharp's Wyrmsong "The Purple Dragon", a foot stomping tavern tune that once again pays homage to patriots of the nation.

When she finally takes leave from the stage, with a grin and perhaps a mildly tired air for all the energy spent, she announces that the drinks, meals and tabs of the night are on her, before departing away to the suite upstairs.



//Perform check notes:

Perform check minimum 46, maximum 66.

DC: 30 - Extraordinary performance. In a prosperous city, you can earn 3d6 gp/day. In time, you may draw attention from distant potential patrons, or even from extraplanar beings.

DC: 50
- can change a hostile attitude to 'helpful'.
- can change a 'helpful attitude to 'fanatic'
www.d20srd.org/srd/epic/skills.htm#perform

[Pedantry INC]

Mirrir stops by and hands over this notice for Erork to post up:


The Alizarin Academy proudly hosts the First Annual Scholarship and Underprivileged Student Benefit Auction


On the 21st of Ches, starting at midday, we shall open our doors to those that wish to help us promote lore and learning amongst youth that would else wise be unable to benefit from access to education. Auction proceeds will go towards funding Fourteen new students in honor of the fallen lost to us in the Marsh of the Tun - to provide for their full course of education until graduation, all of their needed supplies, as well as housing. Additional funds will go towards Alizarin's sponsorship of Orphanages in Marsember and Arabel both, as well as improving supplies and access to classes for the underprivileged.

Items to be sold will include various magical trinkets crafted by Alizarin's own student body in loving memory of those that have passed on in the pursuit of their scholarly arts.

This event will be held in the Alizarin Theater on the main Floor, and the Tispy Imp will be catering a full bar within our own Merfolk Tavern.

Queries or donations should be directed to Headmaster Alyster Darkharp or Overmistress Mirrir Tharasvin, by letter or personal approach.


// This event is scheduled to run on Saturday, March 21st at 11am Pacific, 4pm Eastern, or 9pm Central European time. I think this means it's sadly a bit early morning on Sunday for our Auzzies and Kiwis Sorry!

Mirrir stops by and has the old notice replaced with this one:



The Alizarin Academy proudly hosts the First Annual Scholarship and Underprivileged Student Benefit Auction

In honor of the Academics tradition to put the task of pursuing knowledge even in the face of danger and doubt, the Alizarin Academy shall host a fair and auction of magical goods.

On the 21st of Ches, starting at midday, we shall open our doors to those that wish to help us promote lore and learning amongst youth that would else wise be unable to benefit from access to education. Auction proceeds will go towards funding scholarships for underprivileged students as well as sponsor additions to our housing and education programs for Cormyrian Orphans in both Marsember and Arabel.

Items to be sold will include various magical trinkets crafted by Alizarin's own student body in loving honor of those that have proven their dedication to the historical arts.

This event will be held in the Alizarin Theater on the main Floor, and the Tispy Imp will be catering a full bar within our own Merfolk Tavern.

Queries or donations should be directed to Headmaster Alyster Darkharp or Overmistress Mirrir Tharasvin, by letter or personal approach.


// This event is scheduled to run on Saturday, March 21st at 11am Pacific, 4pm Eastern, or 9pm Central European time. I think this means it's sadly a bit early morning on Sunday for our Auzzies and Kiwis Sorry!

[sandcastles]

A gorgeous (so long as one finds tall, leggy, blond, blue eyed elves in short skirts and long stockings gorgeous), elven woman seems to have taken up frequent residence in the imp. Her mannerisms somewhat erratic, sometimes joining to sit quietly in a corner with a book while nibbling on a cheesecake, while other times she makes herself a more boisterous presence, greeting anyone that happens to look her way.

Most notable to regulars is that "Ess" as she seems to be most often called possesses a charming smile and an open mannerism, contrary to the often expected aloof or judgmental attitude of other sun elves.

Also frequent to her presence are entertaining illusions, and more frequently she puts on little shows by the fire of small lifelike images made of shifting rainbow colors. From playful animals that chase each other to little figures that do battle, while her performances lack detail in their rainbow presentation, their outlines are crisp and easy to follow. While the illusions have no sound, they move in very life like manners, portraying small plays for the entertainment of whatever audience the Elf earns for her effort.

[sandcastles]

Ess now spends easily over half of her time at the bar working, seemingly having been taken on by the establishment as a waitress. Easily distinguished for being on or off duty by her garb, always favoring a black outfit with dark cherry trim that matches the establishments owner, an apparent uniform, when working.

She flits about, always with a bright smile, carrying drinks, fetching meals, and delivering room keys, saving patrons trips to the bar and generally making Erork and the other servers lives easier. While not serving tables she takes a place behind the bar, engaging in conversation with anyone and everyone that comes by and seems interested, though gives space to those that clearly don't care for company.

An endless font of good humor, she accepts whatever ribbing, teasing, groping or else wise from patrons that comes with no more than a laugh and a blush and the occasional scandalized 'oh my!'.

She is persistently attentive to drinks and meals, frequently swooping about to offer second and thirds, or even more.

[probablyamage]

The Elf Velethranril can most easily be found at the Tipsy Imp, and in fact has begun to have deliveries in his name and such addressed to it. He typically rents a room two or three nights out of seven, or longer term when he finds himself visiting the area more frequently.

[sandcastles]

A little note goes up by the bar;

Tipsy Imp Trinkets!

In Stock:
Strength ring, 1st Circle: 6,500
Strength girdle, 1st Circle: 6,000
Brawling gauntlets, 1st Circle: 6,500
Lesser Ogre Strength gloves: 6,000
Ogre Strength gloves: 14,000

Dodging boots, 1st Circle: 5,000

Intellect amulet, 1st Circle: 6,000

Charisma amulet, 1st Circle: 6,000
Charisma ring, 1st Circle: 6,000

Wisdom ring, 1st Circle: 6,000


Prices non-negotiable, in Cormyrian golden lions.

Inquire with Ess at the Bar to make your purchases!

[MechaMistress]

Angy would sit at the bar drinking her tea and direct her attention to the little note. She'd read it, wrinkling her nose in distaste and tapping her fingers along the side of her glass.

"Six thousand?! I'll need to lower my prices. How is an elf to make a living around here?"

She'd huff and go back to her bar activities, cautious to not order quite as many drinks as she normally would.

[Kiyohime 🐍]

"They'll want to know you're back."

Erork says in way of greeting, after Kiyohime's five-months-long absence.

Travel weary, the woman just nods in acknowledgment, wordlessly accepting a stack of letters before heading upstais to her room.

[timenewton]

Anslen walks into the Inn sets down at the bar pulls out his paper and ink/quill. Begins to write. Hello to anyone who may know or care I am Anslen and am looking for groups. An elven group/guild or travellers group to join. I am elven and a follower of Shandakul. My skills relate to opening locks, disabling traps, scouting, being an upfront swordsman, and minor scroll use. If any information comes to your mind just write it on this note if you would. Thanks Anslen

[timenewton]

Anslen writes a note leaving it on the board inside the Tipsy Imp. Will buy unique goods for the price of 75%+the items selling value in the store. Just leave me a message below this note, I can also be contacted by the Regal Griffon. I will buy your used equipment that has a special property for 75% what you payed for it originally.

[MechaMistress]

Calysta can be seen at The Tipsy Imp paying careful attention to the inn's stage. She takes several measurements of the surrounding space and sketches a diagram of her work area. If asked, Calysta would say she is gathering dimensions to make theater props for an upcoming play.  

[MechaMistress]

A delivery arrives at the Tipsy Imp containing a large flat item concealed beneath a sheet. The package is carried towards the Imp's stage, where it is revealed as a large scale painting of ocean waves.

[appleseedy]

*tailor chortles happily as he supervises the positioning of the backdrop*

[Deleted]

The door to the Imp swings open, and a heavily cloaked hooded figure enters, and strides across the room, through into the staff area behind the bar.

Mere moments later, the curtain is opened and stepping out into the light and bustle of the Tipsy Imp is the pale skinned, dark haired woman that some of the usual patrons may well recognize as Karliah, complete with her easily identifiable snake tattoo over one arm. Sporting a small dress and thigh maroon coloured stockings she grabs the nearest clean(ish)-looking tray, and gets about stalking around the floor of the establishment, seeing to patrons, offering to bring them drinks and food if they're interested, and pausing for light-hearted conversation when engaged. She seems for the most part cheery and amiable, accepting drinks offered her way, though seeming to shrug off the bulk of the alcoholic effect. Occasionally the conversation takes an odd turn, and crawls to a sudden awkward halt when Karliah changes the subject abruptly
"You know... I once knew a guy who ate his own head..."

[Tipsy Imp Inn]

*A man in a dashing dark cherry cloak walks out front and tacks up a letter on the stores sign*

It reads in bold print:

"No Guards allowed. Due to your intimidating presence destroying our friendly atmosphere"

*A crude smiley face is drawn on the bottom*