[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXXVI

[happyturtle]

*Upon entering the tavern you find it to be rustic, dim, cramped, and smelling of spilled beer. Moving through the crowd, half of which seem to be deadtiming, you spot a fireplace with a banjowood carving on the mantle, you also make out through the haze the curving bar and private booths hidden behind ferns. A side door leading to a patio outside reveals a hungry looking dumpster mimic sneaking towards an unsuspecting customer.

Trog's is a single location that exists simultaneously in the cities of Town and Inside. Somehow. It's best not to question it.


Staff:
Owner and Proprietor: Trog
Manager: El Jaspero
Bartenders: Memzee, Phoebe, Ashna, Ambrosia

Trog's Tavern hires only the finest NPC servers:
((Since all are NPCs they are up for communal control. Feel free to say what they do or say to you or any other patron. To a point.))

Bouncer: Baby (NPC, a dwarf who was raised by orcs and has the intellect of Thog.)

Servers:
Nina - A fiesty and vivacious tiefling. Mean, self-centered and completely unavailable. You may have seen her recently on the WotC 4E cartoon.
Paige - A sweet, wholesome, flirty elf working her way through PC school.
Cosmo - A quick-witted and oppressed gnome scoundrel. Truly a monster. RAWR!

DRINK MENU:
Wines:
Catoblepas Sauvingnon
Chimera Cabernet - A hearty red with a hits of oak and black cherry.
Chuul Lounge - Bacardi Limon, Aberration , creme de bananes and juices into a Chuul shaker half-filled with ice cubes. Shake well. Strain into a highball glass half-filled with ice cubes, and serve.
Constitution Crushing Wine - Fort. DC 35 or pass out!
Cormyrian Fireamber - Imported and very good.
Eladrin Carbernet - Official Feywine of the Wild Hunt
Feline's Fancy - A purplish, swirly mixture that any feline will adore.
Funky Llama - A rich fruity wine, available in white or red.
Iames Agonia - This tart, dark red wine will stun you and leave you feeling good for hours.
Kobold Chianti - Tart. Tangy. Shifty.
Merfolk Merlot - Full-bodied with a hint of rose.
Powerlust Pinot - For those corruptable humans
Shadar-Kai Shadowine - Served in a jagged, broken glass
Spoonake Chablis - Straight from the Underdark!
Warlock Wine - Best served cold
Xorn Zinfandel - Sweet and fruity!

Mixed Drinks:
Aboleth Absinthe - Far Realmilicious!
Black Shadow - A strong concoction guaranteed to send a chill down your spine at any temperature.
Coffee Martini - Buzzzzz.
Djinn and Tonic - Whirling ice cubes, fizzy soda, and one drunk genie.
Dragon Liver Buster - Strongest drink in the house
Dwarf Spirits
Fire Archon Asylum Rum - "FAAR!!!"
Haley's Liquer - Named for the redheaded rogue, a sweet creme liquer, excellent over ice.
Hemo Colada - 100% less coconut, 100% more ichor
Ice Liquer - From the Plane of Ice: guaranteed to cool you down.
Ichor Liquor - Made from a fermented mix of various kinds of blood
Jasphattan - El J's Secret Recipie, vermouth & bitters
LEVEL UP LIQUER - Need a few extra XP? We gots XP in a bottle!
Long Island Iced Tea - Tastes better than it will make you feel in the morning
Murderita - Wasted away again...
Piña CoLlama - If you're not into yoga and have half a brain.
Rampaging Rail Mixer - Mad strong!
Rust Monster - Scotch, drambuie shaken in a wooden mixer.
Sneak on the Beach - Peach vodka, cran-pineapple juice, a cat hair
Swampwater - Phosphorescent lemon-lime
White Russian Wukei - for bounty hunters who dig dairy
Wizard Blizzard - Crushed ice and Bourbon. The effect depends on the spell stored in it.

Beers & Such:
Ales: Archon, Guilders, Balthor's Best
Grim Brewery Ginger Beer - Death-o-licious!
Mind Flayer Mead - Mmm... brains.

Other Fine Beverages:
Celestial Soda Pop - Soda specially brewed in Celestia. Tastes divine.
Darknight Coffee - cream has no effect
Dragon's Fire Breath (cherry Kool-Aid) - for the kids!
Fox Cola - the choice of the furry generation
Llamonade - That cool, refreshing drink for quadrupeds
Oni Tea - From the far east.
Red Minotaur Energy Drink - a-MAZE-ing energy!
Root Beer
Save vs. Slow Slurpees™ - C-c-c-cold
Hot Chocolate - Mmmmmmarshmallows

MUNCHIES MENU:
AbyssalNuts - damned and spicy
Baked Goods - Scones and Muffins and Brownies oh my! We have no cake - the cake is a lie!
Bamhacon - where the ham meets the bacon. Served with eggs.
Court of Stars Salad - Fresh fey greens
Hero Sandwiches - what else? Served with Villain vinegrette
Velvet Elfish - Trogtilla chips and hot meat and cheese dip
Yuan-ti Gyros - Lamb. Or halfling. We're not sure.
Trog's Floor Chili - Don't ask Trog where it came from and Trog won't tell you "the floor"


SMOKABLES:
Dwarven Cigars - From our axe-hewn humidor
Coffin Nail™ Cigarettes - Get Nailed!
Halfling Pipeweed - Bogart™ brand

((When this thread reaches page 50, anyone can make the next thread. However, if you want to make changes to the OP, please check in the OOC thread first to make sure everyone agrees.))

[iElf]

Din orders a new drink, while glaring at Lauretta

[Neon Knight]

((I'll repost this from the last page of the last thread.))

The door opens with an embarrassingly loud clunk, obviously caused by someone using just a bit too much force when opening it. The man who comes through the now open portal is appropriately sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck and flushing red in the face as he ducks down into the doorway.

The cause of his misjudgment of force is apparent; the young man is very tall, clearly above six feet and perhaps a little over halfway to his seventh. He seems thin and wiry, yet of undeniable physical strength and power; he has the look of a young man not yet fully grown, despite his already imposing physical stature and prowess. The impression is that he has yet to fully fill out.

His attire is less impressive. Scuffed and worn work boats, a pair of battered and faded denim overalls, and a scratchy looking tartan patterned flannel shirt project the image of a country boy wondering into civilization proper. He isn't precisely well groomed or trimmed, his hair unkempt and scruffy, his chin kept bare more by immaturity than shaving, his fingernails dark with dirt underneath them. Still, he's not un-handsome, and cleaned up he might be rather presentable.

He appears to be properly self-chastising for his faux-paus, muttering, "Pardon me, folks, 'scuse me," as he steps over to the bar, taking a seat while trying not to draw too much attention to himself... and without gawking at everyone and everything, despite the evident interest with which he looks around.

[Zefir]

The door opens with an embarrassingly loud clunk, obviously caused by someone using just a bit too much force when opening it. The man who comes through the now open portal is appropriately sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck and flushing red in the face as he ducks down into the doorway.

The cause of his misjudgment of force is apparent; the young man is very tall, clearly above six feet and perhaps a little over halfway to his seventh. He seems thin and wiry, yet of undeniable physical strength and power; he has the look of a young man not yet fully grown, despite his already imposing physical stature and prowess. The impression is that he has yet to fully fill out.

His attire is less impressive. Scuffed and worn work boats, a pair of battered and faded denim overalls, and a scratchy looking tartan patterned flannel shirt project the image of a country boy wondering into civilization proper. He isn't precisely well groomed or trimmed, his hair unkempt and scruffy, his chin kept bare more by immaturity than shaving, his fingernails dark with dirt underneath them. Still, he's not un-handsome, and cleaned up he might be rather presentable.

He appears to be properly self-chastising for his faux-paus, muttering, "Pardon me, folks, 'scuse me," as he steps over to the bar, taking a seat while trying not to draw too much attention to himself... and without gawking at everyone and everything, despite the evident interest with which he looks around.

On the seat next to him he will see a man in a gray coat and a scarf over his face, his eyes hide in the shadow of the cape. You may see that his head heads to you but he sais nothing.

[happyturtle]

Lauretta, novitiate of the Demon Lord Dalachrech, returns to the bar after recovering her stolen money. The centipedes who were after Jack Dodge crawl back into the cracks and crevices of the woodwork, except for the foot long one that she keeps on her shoulder.

She smiles graciously at the newcomer. "It's quite all right."

[ThirdEmperor]

Higgs (a plotclone) grins and walks over to the young man, who he guesses is a giant. As she said, tis quite alright, no-one's gonna get mad at ya for a thing like that. Me name be Higgs de Ser von Marco Ocavio, what be your's? He says, trying to shake them man's hand.

[Neon Knight]

The young man returns the smile a bit shyly to Lauretta, purely sheepish and innocent. The man seated next to him gets a friendly wave a she takes a seat, his smile still a bit uncertain but his good nature very genuine. "Howdy, friend." He looks all around, taking everything in, smiling again at Lauretta. He's never quite seen anything like her, or anything quite like everything around him, really. "Howdy, miss. I am real sorry about causing that ruckus. I just ain't quite used to things 'round here much."

Higgs is given a firm, strong grip (a bit too strong, but more through an oafish clumsiness rather than intent) and a bright smile. "My name's William, William Robert Henry. Pleased to meetcha, sir, and pleased to meetcha all."

[Rebonack]

There's a Zee behind the counter!

At present she's in the middle of crafting an absurdly delicate sammich. One of those deals where the customer demands ridiculous precision, flawless perfection with the placement of ever element.

It's really annoying to make.

But Zee, being Zee, doesn't have the sense to pass up a suitably silly challenge.

Once the confectional contrivance is complete the barmaid flashes a friendly grin at the rather hulking, if scruffy, newcomer!

And of course greats him in usual fashion.

"Hiya! Welcome to Trog's Tavern! Can I get you anything today?"

[ThirdEmperor]

Higgs returns the handshake, his grip equaly strong despite his lack of muscles, largely due to the three strength increasing bands he wears beneath his sleeves. Good name kid, if you ever need ta go inta piracy, you already have the perfect name for it, not like some poor blokes who 'ave to make up a new one. So, what brings ya ta Inside?

[Neon Knight]

William Henry laughs at Higgs, taking his remark as some kind of joke that he doesn't quite get (Pirates? Like Blackbeard or somethin'?), and grins. "Well, sir, my Pa reckoned it was time for me to make my own way in the world and see how things were for myself. So I'm looking for work. I can cut timber, that's my pa's trade, but I can do any work. I can take care of horses, and do plantin' and farmin', and a dig with a shovel n' pick and mine like nobody's business. All I need is somebody to give me a chance. I'm a real hard worker."

William Henry keeps up the smiles to Zee, although he falters a bit as he realizes that he doesn't have a clue what to order. Ma and Pa told him it was rude to go into a place like this without buying something, though, so he needs to get something. He rubs his chin and hemms and haws briefly before asking, "You got any cider, ma'am?"

[Recaiden]

There's a Dan sitting at the end of the bar, drinking slowly and looking out the window. Dark skin, white robes, spinning an extending car antenna in an artificial right hand.

[Rebonack]

"Cider! Right! We just got in a new cask of it from Taldel's orchard the other day. Haven't even tapped it yet, so it'll be good an fresh! Be right back!" Zee replies with that persistently sunny disposition of hers before bouncing off into the back room.

No doubt to fetch the young man's drink.

Maybe to grab some spiraled ham too...

They're running a bit low. 's been popular of late after all!

It's only a few moments before Zee returns, a clay tankard in hand filled with steaming spiced cider. There's a good chance that William will smell it long before he ever sees it.

*clunk!*

"There you are sir! Please enjoy. And if there's anything else you need just give me a holler!"

[iElf]

Din sighs, and empties her drink, and looks to order another one

[Neon Knight]

"Thank you kindly, miss." William Henry takes a good, long healthy drink before setting the mug back down on the bar. He looks to Higgs, who seems to be in a sociable mood. "Beggin' your pardon, sir, but what's your trade?"

[ThirdEmperor]

Oh, I been lotsa things. Some of em not entirely legal, but currently my trade is bein rich, sittin ina bar and getting me and anyone nearby drunk. Higgs says, ordering himself a DLB and giving Zee a friendly wink.

[Reinholdt]

A small cardboard box has been set up in the corner of Trog's. Behind it sits a catboy, his tail swishing behind him as he sips at a Nuka-Cola.


In front of the cardboard box on a white sign is doodled:

Butler's Tours
Tips Aper Arpe Apprek Liked

The fangirls aren't actually there that I know of, that gag long since dead.

[Neon Knight]

That sets the young man back on his heels for a second, as a puzzled frown marks his features. He sits back, seeming to try to consider and reason that out, but comes up with nothing. He leans back over and taps Higgs on the shoulder, "Hey, Mister... you mean you don't work or nothin'? Not even just on your own property or anythin'?"

[Zefir]

Well the shadow man went away from the bar to much people for him he takes a seat at one of the empty tables.

[ThirdEmperor]

Oh, I don't own any property. Used ta own a mansion, but it was burned down. Nowadays I still work, but not on anythin that could be called a job. When people need work done tha's too risky for them ta do, I do it for them, an make good money for it. Higgs says, laughing.

And what do you know, the fangirls are back, trying to hug-tackle Butler

[Neon Knight]

"A mansion?" The young man's surprise just keeps growing. "Gosh, people round these parts sure live different from what I grew up with."

The young man reflects on culture shock for a bit at the bar, mulling his way through the cider.

((Unfortunately, I gotta deadtime for work for now.))

[iElf]

Din by now is starting to feel nervous....she needs to know what the creepy lady knows...

[Reinholdt]

And what do you know, the fangirls are back, trying to hug-tackle Butler

Of course they are...
Butler is hug-tackled. Butler hugs them back!
Shortly thereafter, he returns to sipping Nuka-Cola behind the tour box.

[happyturtle]

She could always ask.

Lauretta is paying her tab, with a nice tip, and headed back for the temple. Feel free to accost or follow her.

[iElf]

Din will pay, get up and follow her

[Murkus]

Adir the deer-man undeadtimes, eating another bamhacon by the bar, watching everyone with bright, active eyes.

[Pregnant_Pickle]

Simon woke up. The palm of his glove still felt hot. He felt hopeful that he would find the girl today, but he wouldn't do it by hanging around in the tavern. He could find her through how strongly the glove was glowing. He walked straight throw the bar room and out into the street. Simon hoped that he would find her soon, before the two days were up...

[Shadow of the Sun]

Kara has mysteriously, and soundlessly, appeared in Trog's. Apparently, during deadtime, someone picked her up and dropped her here. She's perusing the menu, chewing her bottom lip, and swinging her legs on her chair.

Sunn's here, too, but she's still in deadtime.

[The Bushranger]

And now Becky walks in, checking for Flailing Hot Reinholdts and/or Mushroom Zombies.

Seeing neither, she smirks, and walks over to the bar, dropping onto a barstool two down from Kara's.

"Guess you decided to avoid Shroomy too, huh?"

[celtois]

What a fascinating talent. I'm a bit of a scholar of magic, although I'm no mage myself, and I must say, that is one of the most unique forms of magic I've heard of. Higgs says, finishing his drink. And you're welcome to it, and as many more as you can drink. So, what exactly do you mean by "some of my time"? Are we talking lifespan, age, or what have you?

Another vain little hair flip. "Mhmm you don't say. Well I am one of the most powerful time mages at that so. Your in luck." She's still got a fair bit of drink left being that she is drinking pretty slowly "Ah, now that's were the deal part comes in. I can take some of your life energy, or a small piece of your soul. There are alternate methods as well of paying for smaller magics. Such as indentured labour, either in this life or the next." Her eyes glimmer ominously. "Occasionally if I'm feeling generous I'll even accept items of immense personal value. A little piece of a persons life you know. Still interested?"

[Shadow of the Sun]

Kara nods. Very much so.
Not a fan of mushrooms.
After perusing the menu for a little, she states:
I would like a plate of bamhacon and a Dragon Liver Buster.