OP
Your skin tingles as a thrum of magic permeates the air within the wooden walls of the tavern. The vibration seems unnoticed by some, but you are quick to identify other adventurers in the room looking equally uncertain, as they attempt to rub away the goosebumps creeping up their arms. You inhale, driven to voice your detection of this shift in energy, but the words seem to stall in the back of your throat. You mouth silent exclamations as all sound in the bar becomes muted, only the shared confusion of the others hinting this deafness has not befallen you alone.
The floorboards begin to shudder against the nails restraining them. From the ceiling, thin cascades of dust tumble from the long wooden rafters, but seem to freeze mid-air before reaching the ground. The walls of the tavern pulse slowly, bowing in and out with the rhythm of your own breathing. For the briefest of moments your fingers feel as though they are tapping against the buttons of an infernal contraption, fingers dancing in an arbitrary repetitive cadence. As quickly as the thought slid through your mind, the sensation abates and leaves you wondering whether you had imagined it.
A brisk pop sends sound coursing back through the world, the plumes of dust regaining their velocity and pouring over the floorboards which again lay still. You leap up from your seat, determined not to be caught off-guard by whatever magical threat looms, but your hand falls limply from your weapon as you notice behind the counter now stands a large penguin in a dress, wearing a necklace adorned with various crystals. The previous barkeep is nowhere to be seen.
The penguin gracefully makes an arcane gesture, as if weaving a web between each of the adventurers within the room and you feel yourselves becoming more deeply connected in some way. Simultaneously, the sign outside the tavern where the golden griffin had glimmered in the sunlight shifted and changed form. Now in it's place, sparkling with a glow that immediately brings a sense of familiarity and belonging, hung a platinum penguin.
This tavern is now The Platinum Penguin.
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This thread is being repurposed slightly from it's original intent. This will not be a recruitment thread in any way, but rather a place for people to continue to role-play in character whether they're part of an active campaign or not, and even if they have no intent of joining a full campaign. If you would like to participate and find a persona that feels fitting for you, we welcome you to come join any discussion. There'll be no fighting here, no need for skill checks, etc. Just good vibes.
I will be putting up another thread more akin to Vash's for actual recruitment in my campaign shortly.}}
The floorboards begin to shudder against the nails restraining them. From the ceiling, thin cascades of dust tumble from the long wooden rafters, but seem to freeze mid-air before reaching the ground. The walls of the tavern pulse slowly, bowing in and out with the rhythm of your own breathing. For the briefest of moments your fingers feel as though they are tapping against the buttons of an infernal contraption, fingers dancing in an arbitrary repetitive cadence. As quickly as the thought slid through your mind, the sensation abates and leaves you wondering whether you had imagined it.
A brisk pop sends sound coursing back through the world, the plumes of dust regaining their velocity and pouring over the floorboards which again lay still. You leap up from your seat, determined not to be caught off-guard by whatever magical threat looms, but your hand falls limply from your weapon as you notice behind the counter now stands a large penguin in a dress, wearing a necklace adorned with various crystals. The previous barkeep is nowhere to be seen.
The penguin gracefully makes an arcane gesture, as if weaving a web between each of the adventurers within the room and you feel yourselves becoming more deeply connected in some way. Simultaneously, the sign outside the tavern where the golden griffin had glimmered in the sunlight shifted and changed form. Now in it's place, sparkling with a glow that immediately brings a sense of familiarity and belonging, hung a platinum penguin.
 | You have had Telepathic Bond cast on you by the new innkeeper. This powerful spell, while generally lasting only 1 hour, feels like it could keep you connected to others for decades. This will enable you to speak freely with others in this environment, whether you are engaged in your own adventures or have journeyed to distance continents. |
This tavern is now The Platinum Penguin.
{{
This thread is being repurposed slightly from it's original intent. This will not be a recruitment thread in any way, but rather a place for people to continue to role-play in character whether they're part of an active campaign or not, and even if they have no intent of joining a full campaign. If you would like to participate and find a persona that feels fitting for you, we welcome you to come join any discussion. There'll be no fighting here, no need for skill checks, etc. Just good vibes. I will be putting up another thread more akin to Vash's for actual recruitment in my campaign shortly.}}
