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~ * ~The Empress' Decree ~ * ~

Out of Character Information:

Welcome to The Empress' Decree. What exactly is this, you ask? Simple: it is a giantess-themed, run and catered-to tavern. (Others are welcome, too!) And within sanity and limitations, you can play just about anything you want~!

Before you begin posting below, please note the following Out of Character Rules, and abide by them:

1. Follow the Gaian ToS at all times!

2. This is a literate zone--minimum three sentences per post, and please check your spelling, grammar, punctuation and capitalization before you click submit!

3. You are allowed as many characters as you can keep active.

4. Profiles are not required and should not be posted. Characters which are viewed as over-powerful (god-like, demi-god-like, etc.) are not welcomed. (This restriction is semi-lifted for Tavern Workers, who get a small description and permission to do what they must to defend and tend to the tavern and customers.)

5. Do not god-mode or power-play unless given permission. (By posting, you give Rigga permission to stick your character to the roof if they're bad--only the Empress has power to do that, and only for good reason!)

Note to Giantesses: While I hate to stunt your creativity, ladies and gents, I feel I must make mention of this. Your character, if a giantess, may not be above seventy feet in height and remain inside the tavern. (So, to go larger, you go outside—and to your own board.) The Empress' Decree is magically enchanted to that maximum height, due to the size of the building.

Note to the Rowdy: Go ahead and fight--but take it outside and to your own role-play board. The Empress' Decree is not a boxing house or arena. If you want to fight, you go outside and leave this board, please and thank you. Violence within the tavern will stick you to the ceiling until you apologize to the Empress. (She thinks ahead with her enchantments, folks!) Maybe she'll let you down if you seem sincere.

Note to the Destructive: Vandalism, assault, destruction, incineration, or devouring of any property or persons within The Empress’ Decree is not just frowned upon: it’s not allowed. So don’t go doing it, please, or your character will not be welcomed or permitted inside on either suspension or ban.

Tavern Workers:

The Empress: The builder, owner and barkeep of the establishment is none other than a mysterious giantess known only as the Empress. She is just over sixty feet in height, and possesses a shapely form adorned by magenta and hunter green silk gowns, all trimmed and belted with gold. Her hair is a pale silver-white and gathered into a simple braid, woven with golden threads, and a deep purple blindfold obscures her eyes. The rest of her face is free to see, and she smiles often. She is considered a crafty woman with great foresight but little patience for stupidity. Only she can release the charm which glues an offending person (anyone who attacks or tries to damage her customers or property) to the ceiling. She only does that if they apologize profusely. [The Empress is a character controlled by Rigga Mortis to help organize and run the inn.]

If you would like to apply as an apprentice barkeep, serving girl or boy, please PM Rigga to have a brief explanation of that tavern-working character placed here! Only one position per character--you can't be both a serving girl and the head chef, with one exception. You can be a Barkeep Apprentice and a Serving Girl/Boy at the same time.

Barkeep: 1/1
Barkeep Apprentices: 0/2
Serving Girls: 0/3
Serving Boys: 0/3
Janitors: 0/2
Head Chef: 0/1
Assistant Chefs: 0/2
Entertainers: (Dancers, singers, etc.) 0/No limit yet set.
Bouncers/Guards: Not needed; don't apply for this position.

(First Post--Tavern Open!)

The Empress rehung the giant iron-and-gold key at her belt. The front door to her establishment was now unlocked, and the outdoor sign declaring The Empress' Decree to be open, welcoming and serving--and all prices half-off! Turning about, she made her way across the taproom floor, which held tables large and small. Overhead, the chandaliers were lit, and through the drawn-back drapes the sky was beginning to deepen into night.

The barkeep hopped the counter, landing on the other side without shaking the ground too much. The place had solid foundations. Humming, the blindfolded giantess set about to inspecting the small details of her bar, checking glasses and dishes while she awaited her first customers. Behind the purple-garbed Empress was a shelf containing rows upon rows of bottles and kegs, all marked clearly: from elven wines to frost-giant mead... there was plenty available.

The Empress glanced up, or inclined her head, at the newcomer and smiled. Someone had made themself comfortable! "Hello and good evening," She called in greeting, one hand lightly placed on a glass. "Can I get you anything to drink, perhaps?"

"Ah..." The Empress' brow furrowed. "I'm afraid we don't serve that here. Anything which would cause pain or death of another being isn't." There was no note of apology in her voice, it remained completely neutral. "We have other sweet drinks available..."

His mood set not to astound but to abides the astmosphere by that held in altruistic lust towards any goddess worthy giantess. Eyes loft with a sentimentle submissive glow as he curiously struts in a perfect line past the large gates. "Pardon my intruision, I've just arrived." Not sure who he was speaking to but assumed a higher entity would admit to his presence no matter how insignificant his figure may be in comparison to woman. His actions would proceed to travel until provoke otherwise...

As he walks Through the Door, the first thing that sticks him is the sheer size of Both the building and it's accommodation's, as well as some of the patroons. From there Arch takes in the Sight of the empress.