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"Eh, must've dozed off there... Must stop nipin' at me bottles! Ha!"

Oi! Jiggler, stow the bombard in me bar! Who goes spewing petticoats in polite company anyway! Kindly keep the horseplay to the fighting pits will ya?

"Hors d'oeuvres you ask fair lady? How about some succulent pan fried Arcadian prawns in a garlic-butter sauce?"

SmiloDan wrote:

Warlock4Hire wrote:

Also, does anyone have stats for The Innkeeper or waitstaff?

I think Mitchifer is 20th level in several classes--which ever classes are most useful at the time.

I think when I played/DMed in the WSI, the waitstaff were gnome commoners.

According to the article in Dragon 351, is a Human Fighter 20 with the Paragon template from the Epic Level Handbook, although your idea is better as long as no-one is dumb enough to try fighting him. As for the wait-staff, they're Gnome Rogues with the Half-Fey template.

"Psshaw! The girls have been talking about me again haven't they?"

"Eh what's all this here? Refugees crowdin up me tavern? Well it's a rush but I'm sure Sharinda and I can manage to serve the throngin' masses! I'll have to order some more crockery though..."

"Well here's to drinking yer troubles away! Arborean Ales all Around... Huzzah!"

"Gesundheit luv..."

"Eh all yous... It's been a bit down in here of late what with two new Isles appearing on the Astral but there's a whole new multiverse to explore. Step through some doors an see if ye can't bring some newcomers to the Serpent! I hear there be a society o' intrepid explorers called Pathfinders. Waggle yer tongues now me Patrons. A certain Guidebook to the The Great Beyond be gettin' scrivened. Might be a good place to drop me take-out menu!"

"Well she ain't a City, but the World Serpent Inn be a place where folk can cross between worlds easy enough and quaff a pint or two whilst they be doin' it! Come an join us for a spell if yer feeling adventurous."

"A round on the house for lost visionaries... Prost!"

"He-he... The fun part about us scalyfolk is we're into biting and constriction. Take that however ye will! Now who wants shots?!?!?!"

Traveller Smurf starts

"Gargamel! Oh I hope that rumor is true Mitchifer!"

"Well I lanned that chant off a Barbazu slaver outta Wrychtmirk who's tongue loosens up after a few flagons of strong Stygian grog... Speaking of Stygian grog I have a cask of it tapped behind the bar fer any o' ye of the fiendish bent, eh?"

Gah ye turned me into a smurfin smurf, you little smurfer!

"Ya know I once knew a mad old hedge wizard who wanted to bake a bunch of little blue folk into pies or somesuch... Barmy lugged about the most bedraggled cat I've ever seen around too! Heard he got 'et by a warren of Xvarts in Acheron."

The stocky barkeep waves the addled dwarf over to the bar. "LSD eh??? Well it's probably not what yer expectin' but I could milk some venom from me beard and mix it with some Curacao to smooth it out and served in chilled. Might give ya the same woozy-doozy feeling yer lookin fer."

The barkeep looks at the smashed glasses and his upturned bar and adds, "But next time ye come in use a door. I ain't keen on unregistered portals and gates opening in me taproom. Now I gotta get some more crockery!"

The husky man behind the bar chuckles softly...

"Aye try the sweet cider, it always was me favorite! Applessss be such ssssweet treatsss! In fact I pressed them this morning in me own garden."

The innkeeps white beard and hair seem to writhe slightly and for a moment you think his eyes dialate to verticle slits.

And for all of ye who're interested in all things Planar and want a place to rattle yer bone boxes or servos or speakers just drop your face into ye old World Serpent Inn!

I'll sling ye some grog to quench yer thirst as me and the Patrons of the Serpent get to know this here Golarion and all it has to offer!

Yeah I can't wait to get Todd's little baby into my grubby greybearded hands!!!

--I wanna vrock... Vrock!

"The...what is the World Serpent Inn?" The man asks.

Bah Weep Granah Weep Ninni Bong!

This be me establishment though I tend to fade into the background now and again... Yer welcome to swig some grog, tell a tale, or rest yer weary bones for a spell. I be open to all and all be welcome in the World Serpent.

It's a weird left over from an effort to create a shared 'space' for two Planescape PbP games. One 404ed before it got started, and the WSI thread just kinda kept ...going ...

Yeah I was inspired by the Dragon article on the WSI and a few of us wanted to PS PbP... my PbP was the one the got written into the Dead Book before it started due to some family and work issues. So I made Mitchifer and started all the wacky fun, though his devoted Patrons and single unpaid super serving lass have kept the place running like a classic episode of Cheers!

Mmmm-mmmm... Gravy and Stuffin's coming out the ovens! Turkeys and Hams with a side of Yams. Taters and Biscuits served with roasted Briskets! Barovian pumpkin pie and Amedio vanilla bean ice cream for dessert!!! What a spread. Oooo-boy do I enjoy the eatin' holidays!

Um, mind the Jack-O-Lanterns... they're from the Demi-plane of Dread and they bite back!

Mmmm... the air be gettin chilly in some corner of the Multiverse! Apples coming right up! I believe me friends from Flowering Hill on the 'Land brought several bushels earlier this week... ah here they are, Sheela Peryroyl's own!

Ooo! there's even a few jars of some dark pear cider in here too!

Bah! Iarmid owes me 1,000 gold from our last game of snakes and arrows. Bwahahahaha! Welcome to the Serpent lass...

Sashimi?

Eh, Sharinda dear ye might be setting a few more places in the common room. I feel a new door opening in the back halls. A sweet little place called Golarion...

Ooo, got some sahuagin sashimi in me beard!

And if yer feeling a little nostalgic for the Planes drop into the World Serpent Inn and have a drink on me!

Ah... can ya smell it? Fresh from the Serpents belly still warm titanberry pie from the briar and bramble patches of Carceri. Mmmm, you can just taste the acid still! And to wash it down is a rich coffee aperitif. Brewed from the beans grown in the mountains of Arcadia and sweetened with honey obtained from the fiendish giant bees of Ankhwugaht! Enjoy.

Mitchifer sets out several steaming pots and bone cups for the coffee and begins digging out slices of an enormous pie filled with green berries.

Sharinda nods to the lean hildago

"No problem Ser, I'll have those out to yeh in a jiffy."

Sharinda bustles to the bar where Mitchifer is pouring drinks

"Need some lemon ice water, some pomegranite juice and some warm whole milk when yeh get a second Boss."

Right-o here's yer warm Lemon water, iced pomegranite, and a freshly juiced milk... don't mind the cow now.

Mitchifer's great belly shakes and his snakey beard writhes as he hands you the correct drinks and winks playfully.

Seems like som'un's puttin the Fightin Pit to good use! Looks like a good time to post the daily special!

Stygian Dire Eel pie with Bytopian potatoes, Urdlen's albino baby carrots, and mixed elven greens. Served with Wreychtmirk's own Scaled Pale Ale!

Sorry for the delay folks, had to take care of one nasty pack of cranium rats in the cellars... they were getting into my stock of Green Field Cheddar! Yondalla herself gave me that cheese! Can't be having no Illithingie-touched vermin poking in my larder now.

I shoulda said this earlier but thanks for being so prompt Vic... keep up the most Excellent work! And come and have a Drink on the House at the World Serpent!

"Query. Does this place of liquid and solid imbibement have a supply of Clockwork Medium-Grade Oil? I am in need of lubrication."

"We don't serve your kind here... Hahahaha! Just cranking yer gears there! Medium-grade ya said? I think I can accomodate ya."

Aw poop.

Vic is there any way we could get my image from the World Serpent Inn article in Dragon #351??? We're serving drinks at the Serpent in the PbP discussion board and I'm getting a little tired of being mistaken for a dwarf or gnome!

"Actually I'm Human, sort of... Here you are Sir Bariaur your Honeymead."

As you look closely you see Mitchifer's beard and hair are actually tiny pale serpents and his eyes are slit like a snake.

"Greeting Planewalkers and welcome to the World Serpent! Come in and take a load off yer feet. I be Mitchifer your humble hoslter. What can I get for ya? I have a selection of viands and victuals for every taste from Arborean apple pies, Heartwine from Curst, Bytopian barley toast, or even roast Fhorge... that's a crazy wild boar what lives on the 'Land. And drinks from around the multiverse to quench the mightiest thirsts! If ya need a room there's plenty to be had round the back corridors. Careful though even I don't know everything that goes on back there."