<ul class="bbc_list"></ul><div class="floatright">(https://media.nationalgeographic.org/assets/photos/210/595/9e6f444c-c2a8-4495-a1c7-19197be7e382.jpg)</div>OOC<br/>This is an IC thread for things that happen in the Tavern - Dancing Wench. For characters who are new to Crossroads, you can RP the initial arrival of your character. For existing characters, you can welcome the newcomers or even just RP your characters.<br/><br/>A couple of guidelines (that will eventually make their way into the Larger Document.<br/>[listl]<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>This is a Role-Playing game that is designed to be fun. If someone is doing something that is detracting from your fun - speak up.</li><li>The Tavern is designed to be an Open/Communal area with different people with different levels of kinks - if you want to do something serious get a room - i.e., another thread.</li></ul><br/>A few quick notes about Crossroads:<br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li>There is no nudity taboo.</li><li>Slavery is accepted (if fairly rare).</li><li>Rayena, the proprietor reserves the right ask people to take any offensive behavior to their rooms.</li></ul><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/07/22/d3/0722d35558e74345c1e7fc6aaa39a2b9.jpg)</div>It started as a low-pitched wine; the sound was mental rather tha physical, heard with the mind rather than the ears. Then there was a sense of motion, as if something was trying to suck the spirit from their bodies. The sky and surroundings started to fade into a bright grey.  Then there was a sense of floating, of starting to rotate.<br/><br/>As people were starting to get dizzy from the rotation, there was a loud pop.  Looking around the group realized that they were in the middle of a Tavern - tables, stools, chairs, the smell of a delicious stew in the background. Except, it was a Tavern in the middle of a Cavern.  A cavern lit with a combination of torches and magical lights.  On one wall, was a sign from a Tavern - proclaiming ‘Dancing Wench’, with a nice detailed painting of a woman with her skirts pulled up and dancing on a table.<br/><br/><strong>“Greetings travelers”</strong>A woman greeted them.  A woman who was obviously the model for the tavern sign.<strong> “Welcome to the Dancing Wench, the tavern at the Crossroads.  As you can smell, we have a good stew on and fresh bread for those who are hungry.  For those who are thirsty, we have a keg of good Dwarven, a few bottles of fine Elven Wine, and some strong human whiskey - for some reason they call it Scotch.<br/>If you are dirty from the roads, we have baths.  Although, I will warn you they are communal.  Finally, we have rooms for the night.”</strong><br/><br/>As the tavern proprietor finished her offerings, a large figure stepped forward. It’s body was a bulky metallic Warforged, each eight feet tall.  In contrast, the head of the figure was that of a black-haired Elven - young to the extent that Elves always look young,<strong>“The rules of Crossroad are simple.  Piss me off and face my wrath.”</strong>She pointed to a statue in the corner that looked like a Magic-User, frozen in mid-cast. “More specifically, don’t attack others, don’t steal. For now, rest and relax.  I brought you to Crossroads for a reason.”<br/><br/>[/list]