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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 10:56 am
 Welcome to the Tavern.
Come in, sit down, and get a drink.
Everyone is accepted.
Existing in it own time-space dimension,
the tavern welcome all beings,
be you from future or past, heaven or hell,
real or not,
join us in our merriment.I'll keep a little tavern
Below the high hill's crest,
Wherein all grey-eyed people
May set them down and rest.
There shall be plates a-plenty,
And mugs to melt the chill
Of all the grey-eyed people
Who happen up the hill.
There sound will sleep the traveller,
And dream his journey's end,
But I will rouse at midnight
The falling fire to tend.
Aye, 'tis a curious fancy—
But all the good I know
Was taught me out of two grey eyes
A long time ago. ------------------------------ by Edna St. Vincent Millay 
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 5:01 pm
What can you do here?
You can come and just chill out as one of your characters. It doesn't matter what realm or dimension they are from, this is a bubble, a pocket in time and space that allows for creatures of all types to mingle.
Can I interact with others?
Of course, in fact... we encourage it! However, we ask that you remember the main guild rules. No god modding. Be polite. No excessive swearing. Keep things PG13.
Will someone play the barkeeper?
Maybe, but you are more than welcome to play 'NPCs' such as the barkeeper, or a waitress, or maybe even a cleaner. We just ask that you don't abuse your control over such characters and try to keep them in character. Of course, if you want to have a good flirt... well, go ahead!
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 5:06 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 12:38 pm
Ronan slipped into the tavern quietly, eyeing the area quietly. There weren't many people, let alone many women. A disappointed expression appeared on his face as he sulked over to the bar. "Shot of rum." He ordered in a grumble and nodded in thanks as the small drink was poured. It was only a matter of seconds before it disappeared down his throat and the man twirled around in his seat. "Where are all the pretty girls?!"
"This please is as dead as a..." His voice faded as he realized he couldn't think of a good example. Ronan instead let his head fall backward, ordering himself another drink.
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