Hi All. We've constantly got a bunch of people looking for games on here, and often have even more looking to fill openings. I'd like to welcome all adventurers to Bethskel's House of Pancakes (It's an inside joke), where your're welcome to hang out, introduce yourselves, and wait for an adventure to come along, or if you want to run an adventure to look for adventurers.
If you all have like myself, went to some effort to make characters that have been turned down, or the game died, then bring them here to hang out, who knows what might come of it.
Bethskel's has a full menu of pancakes and topping, and in an unusual twist has a full service bar as well so come on in introduce yourselves, and hope for adventure.
Sincerely,
Bethskel
Albino Halfling Barbarian, and chef
OK I'll get things started. Ozbadin walks around the room till he finds some drunk he thinks he can take advantage of, then sits with him attempting to become his best friend, and buying him drinks. Those who make a perception check might find out Ozbadin is asking prying questions about his strengths and skills, and looking him up for how fit and strong he might be.
Hello all and welcome to my establishment. I am now hiring cooks, greeters, servers, and bartenders. Come in and apply in person.
"I would like a job here sir". Said the tall man. "I can cook pancakes".
I have had a long journey, my comrade Barak and I are in need of refershment and some comfortable lodgings. I am hoping to meet an old aquaintance so if anybody comes calling, my name is Elrohir Ringeril
The tall, gum nut brown Elf walks cautiously into the large tavern. While her back-pack seems full and sturdy, her current 'day clothes' have definitely seen better days, or perhaps simply seen more owners before being draped over the lithe brown figure. She wanders, bare foot, up to the bar.
"Um, hi?" She rests her pack down and hops up on a stool uncertainly.
"Seems I'm in'a story line whut's runnin' out'a peeplz." She blushes, "I dun think it's me, but..." She looks nervously off to one side, obviously worried and scared.
I have had a long journey, my comrade Barak and I are in need of refershment and some comfortable lodgings. I am hoping to meet an old aquaintance so if anybody comes calling, my name is Elrohir Ringeril
"Do you want Pancakes"?
The tall, gum nut brown Elf walks cautiously into the large tavern. While her back-pack seems full and sturdy, her current 'day clothes' have definitely seen better days, or perhaps simply seen more owners before being draped over the lithe brown figure. She wanders, bare foot, up to the bar.
"Um, hi?" She rests her pack down and hops up on a stool uncertainly.
"Seems I'm in'a story line whut's runnin' out'a peeplz." She blushes, "I dun think it's me, but..." She looks nervously off to one side, obviously worried and scared.
What do you want on your pancakes?
What do you want on your pancakes?
Looks at 'Red Feather' with big, innocent blue eyes.
"Um, yes?"
A wolfhound pads through the door, shakes itself and transforms gracefully into a nondescript girl.
"This is odd. One minute I'm biting a ghoul's bum, next thing I know, I'm here. Pancakes please. Anything to take away the great taste of undead."
She looks around, slightly disappointed.
"I don't think I'm in the same edition as any of you ... please don't hold that against me."
In the corner, a dour-looking dwarf drinks his ale, barely even glancing at the druid who entered the bar.
The strange kobold enters, glaring at the inhabitants.
"You do realize that this is a total ripoff of the other inn I know of?"
He turns and leaves, rudely.
The strange kobold enters, glaring at the inhabitants.
"You do realize that this is a total ripoff of the other inn I know of?"
He turns and leaves, rudely.
Suny doesn't have time, , to pull out her cross bow and make a potential wall ornament of the rude, but plucky, Kobold. She huffs, in part with disappointment and in part with annoyance.
"Folks in't kiddin' when they say th' lil' buggers be a nuisance, hey?" She smiles to those at the bar, even as she hops off her stool and loosens the straps on her back-pack.
The strange kobold enters, glaring at the inhabitants.
"You do realize that this is a total ripoff of the other inn I know of?"
He turns and leaves, rudely.
Suny doesn't have time, , to pull out her cross bow and make a potential wall ornament of the rude, but plucky, Kobold. She huffs, in part with disappointment and in part with annoyance.
"Folks in't kiddin' when they say th' lil' buggers be a nuisance, hey?" She smiles to those at the bar, even as she hops off her stool and loosens the straps on her back-pack.
A cloaked, grey-skinned dwarf appears out of nowhere, sitting at a table in the corner. He keeps the hood of his cloak pulled low to hide his eyes as he gazes around the common room.
"Well now, what's wrong with trying a new place and meeting some new people?" he mutters to himself.
"And this place has pancakes!" The dwarf motions to the barbarian cook to send over a tall stack.
A cloaked, grey-skinned dwarf appears out of nowhere, sitting at a table in the corner. He keeps the hood of his cloak pulled low to hide his eyes as he gazes around the common room.
"Well now, what's wrong with trying a new place and meeting some new people?" he mutters to himself.
"And this place has pancakes!" The dwarf motions to the barbarian cook to send over a tall stack.
The odd hooded creature sighs, muttering something. A strange construct next to him translates. "The fact is, there is quite similar place which fills the exact same niche, and it makes no sense to have two duplicates."
The odd hooded creature sighs, muttering something. A strange construct next to him translates. "The fact is, there is quite similar place which fills the exact same niche, and it makes no sense to have two duplicates."
"Yes, but the other place seemed so full that it would be difficult to be noticed. Here," the grey dwarf nods to the rest of the room, "they're just starting up, and it may be easier to get to know some people before the word gets out about these good pancakes."
"Unless you and them other fellows have something against pancakes?" the dwarf asks suspiciously, a low audible hum filling the air as one hand begins to glow ominously.
Suny stands up and fluidly steps between the pair,
"Look, mates. I dun't know whut's goin' on abouts here, but I'll set me jib an' throw down me charts. I come along an' see this lil' sign sittin' at th' top o' the hill. I wander in an' find the place agreeable." She nods in thanks to Bethskel for the effort they have put in.
"Now, you lot," And she points/indicates in the direction of Yikku, his 'companion' and Sibeereussesair, "Come a waltzin' in an' sayin' you place be better, your place be first." She puts hands on hips.
"So, be that as it may, I din't see it first time 'round, din't notice it floppin' about at th' top o' the lot an' sure as heck din't see any advertisin' as t' the fact o' whut it were. So's ye can't go trompin' about an' blamin' other folks fer gettin' similar ideas." The brown Elf huffs.
"Ye say we should get our selves over t' there 'cause it be the right thing t' do? Why iz at, I wonder? A better way t' be rustlin' up friends is t' be more polite like an' invite folks in't yer place t' play."
She folds her arms across her ragged shirt covered chest.
"So, th' rag ball be on your side o' th' field, how're ye t' be respondin'?"
"No, I do!" A strange one-legged snake appears. "Pancakes are starchy and flavorless!"
Suny stands up and fluidly steps between the pair,
"Look, mates. I dun't know whut's goin' on abouts here, but I'll set me jib an' throw down me charts. I come along an' see this lil' sign sittin' at th' top o' the hill. I wander in an' find the place agreeable." She nods in thanks to Bethskel for the effort they have put in.
"Now, you lot," And she points/indicates in the direction of Yikku, his 'companion' and Sibeereussesair, "Come a waltzin' in an' sayin' you place be better, your place be first." She puts hands on hips.
"So, be that as it may, I din't see it first time 'round, din't notice it floppin' about at th' top o' the lot an' sure as heck din't see any advertisin' as t' the fact o' whut it were. So's ye can't go trompin' about an' blamin' other folks fer gettin' similar ideas." The brown Elf huffs.
"Ye say we should get our selves over t' there 'cause it be the right thing t' do? Why iz at, I wonder? A better way t' be rustlin' up friends is t' be more polite like an' invite folks in't yer place t' play."
She folds her arms across her ragged shirt covered chest.
"So, th' rag ball be on your side o' th' field, how're ye t' be respondin'?"
The construct responds, translating the small creature next to it. "We do not intend on giving your little house any trouble, but the fact is, the planar creatures such as that thing over there--is that a demon?--have trouble allowing this sort of thing for unclear reasons, possibly relating to the existence of a food item that they may dislike a fair bit."
"Hey! Hey! Hey!. "If there is going to be any trouble lets take it to the cage", as Bethskel nods his head towards the glass enclosure on top of the bar. "That way you don't break anything, and we can all bet on the outcome".
"I didn't know anything about the other place but we don't have rooms like an inn, and "WE'VE GOT PANCAKES". "Nothing more need be said" Everyone on every plane, in every dimension likes pancakes...so there".
"Also I don't know if I mentioned it but we also do weddings and funerals".
"Now today's special is a half stack with pork and bean, jelly cream topping". "Who's first".
"I didn't know anything about the other place but we don't have rooms like an inn, and "WE'VE GOT PANCAKES". "Nothing more need be said" Everyone on every plane, in every dimension likes pancakes...so there".
"I don't. I hate pancakes."
"Also I don't know if I mentioned it but we also do weddings and funerals".
"Oh, good? So you serve real food, then?"
*Narrows eyes at the things appearing suddenly all over the place*
"Okay, mate," She looks at Yikku, and then seem to stare into the space a few inches of to it's left,"Ye seem t' have a bee in yer bonnet. NO biggie. I may'hap a been a mite too angry t' be postin' like I done, but ye still in't answered th' question. Throwin' stuff in't th' mix t' obfuscate th' proceedin's in' th' riht thing t' be doin'." She wanders back and perches on her stool.
"I didn't know anything about the other place but we don't have rooms like an inn, and "WE'VE GOT PANCAKES". "Nothing more need be said" Everyone on every plane, in every dimension likes pancakes...so there"."I don't. I hate pancakes."
"Also I don't know if I mentioned it but we also do weddings and funerals"."Oh, good? So you serve real food, then?"
"Actually, that's not true". "You love them".
"I didn't know anything about the other place but we don't have rooms like an inn, and "WE'VE GOT PANCAKES". "Nothing more need be said" Everyone on every plane, in every dimension likes pancakes...so there"."I don't. I hate pancakes."
"Also I don't know if I mentioned it but we also do weddings and funerals"."Oh, good? So you serve real food, then?""Actually, that's not true". "You love them".
"I don't have to take that from you!
"..."I'm outta here! Your food stinks, anyways!"
*Poof*
"I didn't know anything about the other place but we don't have rooms like an inn, and "WE'VE GOT PANCAKES". "Nothing more need be said" Everyone on every plane, in every dimension likes pancakes...so there"."I don't. I hate pancakes."
"Also I don't know if I mentioned it but we also do weddings and funerals"."Oh, good? So you serve real food, then?""Actually, that's not true". "You love them".
"I don't have to take that from you!
"...
"I'm outta here! Your food stinks, anyways!"
*Poof*
"Good day then". "I know you'll be back". "You won't be able to get the thought of the margarita pancakes out of your mind".
A fair looking, young (for an elf) elven cleric walks in the door, wearing the holy symbol of his deity around his neck.
He looks over the place and says, "Excellent! A house of pancakes, I have been craving pancakes, and now I can get some. It's been such a long time since I've seen any action, and now I can at least sit down and eat some pancakes."
"Who be the owner of this inn? Do ye have strawberry pancakes? And might you have a bit (actually, quite a bit, I like to drown them) of boysenberry syrup to put on them. Oh, and I'll take a large glass of fresh milk please. Thank you."
He continues to walk in, and stopping next to Suny's booth asks, "Mind if I join you?"
Suny stands up and fluidly steps between the pair,
"Look, mates. I dun't know whut's goin' on abouts here, but I'll set me jib an' throw down me charts. I come along an' see this lil' sign sittin' at th' top o' the hill. I wander in an' find the place agreeable." She nods in thanks to Bethskel for the effort they have put in.
"Now, you lot," And she points/indicates in the direction of Yikku, his 'companion' and Sibeereussesair, "Come a waltzin' in an' sayin' you place be better, your place be first." She puts hands on hips.
"So, be that as it may, I din't see it first time 'round, din't notice it floppin' about at th' top o' the lot an' sure as heck din't see any advertisin' as t' the fact o' whut it were. So's ye can't go trompin' about an' blamin' other folks fer gettin' similar ideas." The brown Elf huffs.
"Ye say we should get our selves over t' there 'cause it be the right thing t' do? Why iz at, I wonder? A better way t' be rustlin' up friends is t' be more polite like an' invite folks in't yer place t' play."
She folds her arms across her ragged shirt covered chest.
"So, th' rag ball be on your side o' th' field, how're ye t' be respondin'?"
"Good on ya, lass!" the grey dwarf growls approvingly. "Let's give them rotters what fer!"
Khun-duhn motions toward the albino halfling. "Hey waiter! Bring me some of that special, but make it a double and throw some of that frozen mararita topping on it, too. And the little lass's check is on me!" The grey dwarf seems to be warming to the place.
"Good on ya, lass!" the grey dwarf growls approvingly. "Let's give them rotters what fer!"
Khun-duhn motions toward the albino halfling. "Hey waiter! Bring me some of that special, but make it a double and throw some of that frozen mararita topping on it, too. And the little lass's check is on me!" The grey dwarf seems to be warming to the place.
The tall brown Elf blushes at the Grey Dwarf's praise. She grins sheepishly,
"Ah, well," She draws a circle on the floor with a bare foot, "Y'see, that's whut happens when I let Mr Grumpy face get away from me." She sighs.
"I just weren't thinkin' right. We in't in a role playin, piece, we're off th' page, like." She grins wider now. "Y'see, that lets us do things whut normally ye cain't be doin'! Like this!" She stands very still , closes her large, luminous blue eyes concentrates.
Then she steps sideways, both left and right at the same time, and there are two gum nut brown Elves standing in the tavern.
"See! Nothin' a mite o' lateral thinkin' caint be fixin'!" They say in stereo. The twins proceed to play 'Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock' with the looser sighing, grinning and then walking out of the tavern.
"Well, that's fixed that. Now I just hope I dun't get lost gettin' over t' other thread." Suny blushes at her admission of how bad 'her' sense of direction is as she perches back upon her stool, folding her legs up underneath her self.
"Um, I think I'll just have a couple o' Pancakes, a knife and a tub o' honey, if'n ye please." She indicates to Bethskel with a happy smile. She looks to Khun-duhn,
"Um, whut's a 'Check', anywho?"
^_^
Bethskel eagerly nods at the order from the Dwarf, and his lady friend. He then relays the info to Red Feather.
"Coming right up" and don't worry about the cost". "The pancakes are always free at Bethskels". "We make our profit when people buy shots of 'Whimsical, magical, once in a lifetime, rainbow miracle shots"... and then under his breath "and of course from t-shirt sales, bumper stickers, shield magnets etc..."
He then busily begins to clean some strange gooey blue gel off one of the recently emptied tables.
Red Feather nods at the new order, then suddenly turns and heaves one of his kitchen knives into the crowd. A few people gasp in horror, but the knife carefully bypasses the customers, and lances a mosquito the size of a house cat to the outer wall of the establishment.
He then casually walks over to it, wiping his hands on his apron, and holding the beast by the knife handle walks back around the counter, and deposits the creature in a canister labeled with some strange writing. (If you speak Vulcan, you know what it says). He then shrugs, and mumbles to one of the patrons at the counter..."Well some people like them". Then continues to pour the pancake batter onto the griddle.
"Do you happen to have any Shoofly pudding topping". He then goes to one of the countless corners of the round room, and glances about the room sipping his smoking concoction that helps him hang on.