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The goblin's face lights up at the mention of the house special, as a few of the regulars glance at him nervously and begin to subtly shift their stools a little farther down the bar. "One 'Seedy's Grand Finale' comin' right up!"
He begins by lugging a kettle, so battered it looks like it must have once been worn as a hat, off of the hearth and over to the bar, where he pours boiling water into a small teapot. As that steeps, he pulls several bottles from under the bar. From the first, marked 'Seedy's Cru', he pours half a cup of pungent wine into a goblet. He adds a few dashes from a small, unlabeled bottle, the fiery smell of ginger adding to the aroma. He adds tea from the teapot, nearly filling the goblet, then carefully pours a stream of clear liquid from another bottle, this one labeled 'Seedy's Strong Stuff' over the back of a spoon so that it floats on top. Lighting a small stick from the fire, he ignites the floating liquid as the regulars abandon all subtlety in their scooting. Finally, a wide grin on his face, he stands on a stool, picks up a tin shaker and, reaching up as high as he can, unleashes a gentle cascade of powdered cinnamon toward the flaming goblet below. The moment the spice hits the fire below, the entire column of cinnamon ignites in a flash, sending a gout of flame up to the ceiling, which you can now see bears the scorch marks indicating that you are not the first brave soul to order the House Special. The goblin stands, mesmerized, until the flame has subsided, at which point he slides the glass across the bar with a grin. "Cayden's blessings be with you!"

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The woman closes her eyes waiting for the searing white after image to mostly dissipate, and then opens them and begins patting out the small fire that has begun to chew hungrily through her notebook. She pears over the drink, licking her lips in anticipation of some far off imaginings. "why if one is careful, they could really hurt someone with this."
With a cheshire grin she picks up the drink and turns to the bartender " The name's Kitana Caine, but please, call me Kit, everyone whose anyone worth talking to does. "
She clinks the bottom of the glass against the flash burned counter before swiftly raising it to her lips. "If I die please be kind to my memory, after all, I'm not Cayden Cailean."
She drinks...

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For all the theatrics, the drink is actually quite pleasant, a simple wine toddy with a little extra flair. "Who is, huh? All we can do is try to live like the Hero." The goblin raises his own tankard in salute, and knocks back a healthy swig. "It sure is fun to try, though! Anyway, I'm Seedy. Nice to meet you Kit. Hope you like the drink. I've been workshopping the name a little, recently. What do you think of 'Cayden's Combustion'? Or 'The Drunk's Accident'?"

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" How about 'A little Flair'?" Smacking her lips as she enjoys the surprising taste of the concoction. An excellent brew Master Goblin and pleasing to make your acquaintance. I believe this is an auspicious start to my travels. She looks around, from the motley assortment of patrons in the room to the menagerie of bottles and containers behind the bar, and finally back the the energetic bartender. I came down here looking to clear my head and hopefully find some inspiration, well I can tell you I think inspiration will be in no short supply with company like this. She clanks her drink against the bartenders tankard and proceeds to finish it in one attempt.
With a satisfied sigh she places the empty vessel on the bartop. I don't suppose there's work around here? Word going around is that folks are always popping in with something needs doing."

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A gnome enters the lodge looking rather glum. He pulls up a seat at the bar and wait for the bartender.
"I could use a cup of cheer if you've got somethin'"

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"Ok, I got just the thing!" The goblin disappears behind the bar, emerging with a stout wooden tankard. Drawing into it half a mug of dark ale from the cask behind him, he adds a shot from a bottle labeled 'Seedy's Strong Stuff' and a few spoon-fulls of dark brown sugar. After a quick stir, he carries the concoction over to the fire. He stares into the flames for a moment, unmoving, then seems to clear his head with a shake and gets back to work. He draws a short iron rod from the coals, one end wrapped in leather and the other glowing red hot, and plunges it into the tankard, causing the mixture within to bubble and froth and fill the area with a rich, sweet aroma. When the bubbling has subsided, he wipes off the rod and returns it to the fire, then grates a fine dusting of nutmeg over the top of the drink and sets it down in front of gnome. "Here ya go! Nothin' like it to flip that frown upside down!"

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Hi, everyone! Noobie to pbp here. It was mentioned to me that I should post here so that it shows up in my "campaigns". I don't exactly know what that means even though I'm in a "learn to pbp" game right now.
To better explain if you click on your name above your profile picture of your post it will take you to your profile page where you will see a few tabs. Click on the Campaign tab and it will show you all games you are currently in.
By adding this to this recruitment lodge campaign to that you won't need to click in to here all the time to see if a new recruitment post was made, it will tell you which games have new posts on them there.

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dotting in

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For future campaigns, if you dot in then immediately delete your post, the campaign will still be added to your campaigns page (called 'ninja dotting'). It doesn't matter here, but some GMs will request that for their games.

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A human female, with long blonde hair enters the bar. She looks like she's dressed for a swim with the addition of a travelling cloak and adventuring accessories.
She sits on a barstool and contemplates what to order

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The sound of a small explosion slightly shakes the glassware on the shelf behind the bar. A moment later, a trapdoor opens in the floor and a finely-dressed goblin with a slightly-singed hairpiece ascends the stairs beneath, carrying a small cask labeled 'Seedy's Strong Stuff'. "Sorry about that, friend; just checking the stock in the cellar. Welcome to the lodge! What can I get you?"

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"Com'n right up!" He sets to work assembling the drink, looking back over his shoulder as he pulls a bottle off the shelf to continue conversing. "Nice to meet you Zarina. I'm Seedy! And don't worry 'bout that. Just got a particularly ripe batch o' the strong stuff goin' down there." With a grin, he sets the drink in front of the pirate and pats the small cask he carried up from below.

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Zarina still looks a little unconvinced as she samples the drink. Thanks Seedy she replies. Well ... as long as it's no more than that ... then I guess we'll be okay.
She pauses for a bit.
Soooooo .... know of any job opportunities that involve going underwater? That's sorta my speciality.

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"Hm. Well, I heard there was a short mission up in the Land of the Linnorm Kings posted a while ago. Not really sure, beyond that, I'm afraid."

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Yeah, just came back from there. Oh well ... hopefully something will come up. I had so much fun exploring the ruins under this old building that I wanna do something like that again. Had to freedive down to retrieve this chest down a ten foot flooded pit. Currently I'm freediving the harbour looking for interesting stuff to sell

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"Oh, was that the business in the Puddles? I meant the one to retrieve that doodad from the shipwreck of the old Linnorm King."

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Zarina nods. Yeah ... that was another freedive ... took a little while to get the jaws of the dead sea-serpent open and remove the ... erm .... doodad ... but .. I can hold my breath for quite some time so, yeah, wasn't much of a problem
She sipped some more of her drink.
Venture Captain hinted about wanting Pathfinders to take part in some sort of event up there later. Hope it involves lots of swimming.

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"Well, better you than me is all I'll say. I prefer to take my drink internally. But, to each there own. Cheers, and my your waters be as smooth as a draw from Cayden's tap!"

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An older woman slips quietly through the front door and immediately begins collecting glasses and plates from the various tables. Her pale hair is pulled up in a loose bun, revealing large eyes and pointed ears that betray her half-elven heritage. ”Oh, can I get that for you dear?” she asks one of the more inebriated patrons, deftly slipping the glass out of their loose hand and onto her tray. Hands full of dirty dishes, she heads towards the kitchen as if she was an employee here.

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"...and then the bulette stood right up on its hind legs and said..."
Who is that? Must be a new hire.
"...so like I was saying..."

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"...'have you heard the good word of Razmir?' Hahaha! It was the funniest thing, you had to be there. Excuse me, Gunner, I got a customer." The goblin, his story completed, ambles away from the regular he was chatting with and over to the halfling. "What'll it be, miss?"

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The halfling ponders that.
My name's Katrina Caldwell, acrobat and escape artist extrodinier. Wanna play double or nothing?
She gives a playful grin and places a short length of silk rope on the bar.

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"No thank you! Last time I did that I ended up having to mix drinks for a whole circus!"

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"Well," the goblin says, drawing a mug of cider from a cask on the counter behind him, "let's just say that the folks that run booths at a circus are quite good at what they do. The details are all kind of a blur, to be honest."

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A curly red-haired halfling woman walks in, glancing around the tavern obviously very shy. "Umm, hello. My name is Redd.
She perks up a bit.
Oh! Another halfling that looks just like me! Barkeep, a pint of berry mead, please.

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Oh? Sorry to hear that. Water and I get on rather well actually. Most of my stunts are done in water
But yeah, I just got back from examining a partially sunken shipwreck that was swarming with undead - and ... well ... I discovered that Kyra swims like a fish - maybe she's part mermaid. I thought that was rather impressive.
She sips her drink.
Soooo .. what sort of mission were you on? And have you now earned the moniker of 'Shark Bait'? She grinned mischeviously.

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A beefy backwoods yokel reeking of old sweat and stale mead barges in through the front door. He carries a stag riddled with arrows. He strides up to the bar shoving people aside and flops the bloody corpse on top. Speakin' o' lucky drunks! Barkeep! Gimme a keg o' ale fer this stag!
He sees a few patron's eyes go wide at the mention of an entire keg.
Nope. I ain't sharin'. The whole keg's fer me!

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Brasky pulls out a large flagon that can hold a gallon from his pack, taps the keg, and fills his flagon. He gulps down about half of the ale, wavers a bit, then falls backwards with a Thud. Eyes start darting back and forth as patrons wonder what to do about the unattended keg of ale.
Someone shouts,
Free ale for everyone!!!
Suddenly, patrons rush to the keg stepping over the large unconscious drunk and begin filling their mugs.

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Someone help me drag this idiot out the back door! A waiter shouts. A couple patrons approach, grab the man's legs, and drag him across the tavern floor. He is unceremoniously tossed into the back alley, probably never to be seen again. The patrons wipe their hands clean and get back to a good time in the tavern.
I don't think this persona is gonna work for Bill Brasky. A burly fighter or barbarian, maybe. Bill has low strength but high dex. Need to come up with a good non-stereotypical ranger persona.

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"Sir, I'm afraid we only deal in coin here, not in trade. Although..." *checks supply of bar snacks* "we are running low on jerky. All right, just this once!"

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Katrina doesn't join the rush for ale but she does look rather apologetic at the comment on jerky.
Maybe ten packets is a bit excessive she says. Maybe five will be enough.
Just then a messenger boy rushes in and hands her a piece of paper. She reads it then downs the remainder of her drink.
Ooops. Looks like Ol' Muttonchops wants tae see me. Duty calls I guess.
She pays for five packets of pork jerky and heads out the door.

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A half elf sitting in the back by herself gives a sigh as things get rowdy and the man who clearly can't hold his liqueur tries to do something stupid. She casts a spell covering the keg and spout in grease before calling from the back, "Make sure the idiot is safe before you possibly trample him to death! Jeez!"
She doesn't however make a move to go and pick up the man, just watches from her spot. Once out side she turns back to her fruity 'Mawangi Night' cocktail.