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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Drunkard!
Assal sniggered as he realised he was drinking Tralen under the table, before coming to the conclusion that he too was getting steadily tipsier.
He took a long swig from his flagon, putting it down to savour the ale before responding, "Any trail is a good lead, and with luck we should encounter an enemy to beat soundly, and many tales to tell afterward!"
He raised the tankard once again, this time toward Tralen, to raise a toast. "To adventure!"
Posted on 2012-09-02 at 00:02:41.
Edited on 2012-09-02 at 00:03:36 by Darren
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Location
For Assal, Tralen and whoever might join them, the Inn is located between Haven's Arch and the town of Fudrien, in the midst of the green pastures.
Bit of a dimensional oddity, this here inn 
Posted on 2012-09-01 at 23:53:19.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Athera? ATHERA??
"Ruins of Athera?" Assal repeated, "I know little of the lay of this land, though if I am not mistaken, this place is a good few leagues to the north-west.
"Pray tell what you know of these Ruins. Are they bandit-controlled?"
Posted on 2012-09-01 at 23:31:18.
Edited on 2012-09-01 at 23:55:38 by Darren
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Adventure
Assal laughed at the bard. "If you think I'm worried, friend, then you are gravely mistaken. I merely warn you that I may not be able to protect you from yourself," he explained with a mocking grin, nodding at the steadily increasing number of empty tankards.
"Two more, Maria!" he boomed, handing over a few more coins, once again more than was strictly necessary. "So tell me, Tralen the Bard, what have you heard of my lost blade?"
Posted on 2012-09-01 at 22:11:44.
Edited on 2012-09-01 at 22:13:54 by Darren
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Topic: PbP Pondering
Subject: Defining
I quite like looking at the idea of "Freeform" as rules-light as opposed to ruleless and rule-heavy.
To use an example here at the Inn, the Bleeding Lute is almost ruleless, the only limits being realism and common sense.
In contrast, compare with Trilogy War, which is based quite clearly on DnD 2e rules. (if I'm not mistaken).
I, as a GM, tend (now) to stick to systems involving very little number-crunching, if any, yet I nonetheless regulate what can and cannot happen. I suppose that "rules-light" is the term.
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As for post length, I'd have to agree with Tiamat - as with any written fiction, it all depends on what the situation requires. An opening scene requires all the descriptive details that can be thrown at it, whereas a tavern conversation tends to be as simple as single sentences thrown at each other.
Posted on 2012-09-01 at 22:07:07.
Edited on 2012-09-01 at 22:08:28 by Darren
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Hey
With freeform, it's sorta easy to work out - anything you aren't sure about concerning another character, ask the player of the character if whatever you're thinking is ok.
If it's concerning the Inn or the NPCs, talk to Celeste
Otherwise, the main rule is to have fun.
Posted on 2012-09-01 at 09:06:23.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: There's a cat in mi...
Kitchen
... what am I gonna do?
Posted on 2012-08-31 at 06:41:12.
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Topic: It's his Birthday, and he'll cook if he wants too
Subject: Yup
Happy Boeufday. Let this day be spent rejoicing in the light of... beef?
Also... Tann'Talas, please remove that spelling mistake in the thread subject line. This is the spelling police - step away from the vehicle, hands behind your head.
Posted on 2012-08-30 at 22:17:26.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Yup
Been ages since anyone played these
Posted on 2012-08-29 at 06:57:50.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: A smell!
Musk.
Posted on 2012-08-29 at 06:56:07.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Shake, shake, shake the
Room.
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 21:58:30.
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Topic: Last one to post wins - Part II
Subject: Yes
Yes I do.
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 21:55:39.
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Topic: The Bard's Handbook
Subject: Dominic the Dirty
This is a fixed song, unlike the two previous. It was written by a famous comedy bard. You know, that famous bard. There's always that famous bard in every setting.
Anyway, this is a popular one in working class taverns and inns across the known world, where the noblemen and priests are frowned upon. I'm sure you can guess what it's about.
Note that it's unsuitable for a setting without goblins or trolls.
Once upon a good ol' time,
There was a priest by the name of Dominic,
He had an condition against his vows-ers,
He couldn't keep control of trousers,
A lady walks by, he cannot stop,
Ogling the young beauty,
And before you can say "Celibacy,"
They're doing it in the vicinity,
Oh, Dom, you dirty ol' man,
You never seem to understand,
What priests are is celibate,
What they don't do is celebrate,
They say that Dom wasn't choosy,
Even taking a goblin to bed,
I heard about this from a fellow,
That Dom had stooped to a new low,
Oh, Dom, you dirty ol' man,
You never seem to understand,
What priests are is celibate,
What they don't do is celebrate,
This lifestyle soon proved his fall,
As Dom was removed from the temple,
Never again the priestesses,
Never again the virgin caresses,
Oh, Dom, you dirty ol' man,
You never seem to understand,
What priests are is celibate,
What they don't do is celebrate,
But Dom's final fate was harsh and cruel,
He bit off far more than he could chew,
For when he made it with a troll,
When she slept, she tended to roll,
Oh, Dom, you dirty ol' man,
You never seemed to understand,
Now you're as flat as parchment,
Much to your own detriment!
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 13:20:43.
Edited on 2012-08-28 at 15:48:55 by Darren
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Topic: The Bard's Handbook
Subject: The Alehound
This is a standard jolly tavern song, known to most people. Well, the chorus at least, for each bard writes their own verses. The patrons will all sing along to the chorus and bash on the tables loudly in time.
The verses are to be interspersed with choruses, with the final chorus doubled or tripled (depending on the crowd's appreciation of the song and the bard ). The verses should be modified based on the gender and/or sexual orientation of the singer.
Chorus
Oooooh, pour me an ale,
And I will sing and dance until I fall!
Aaaand I will leave to sleep at home,
And then come back for more!
Verses
Oooooh, what to do to quench your thirst,
And relax after a battle?
Drink and drink until you burst,
And spout moronic babble,
Oooooh, my ol' man/lady told me not,
To keep on with the ale,
Buuuut you know me, and I know me,
And I am bound to fail,
Oooooh, find a fair maiden, ask her hand,
And take her for a dance,
Though if you've drunk, you'll step on her feet,
and there'll be no romance,
Oooooh, staggering on I find my way,
To get back to my home,
But as soon as I get there, I feel,
Compelled to go out and roam,
Oooooh, I leave my house and set off once again,
With my flagon of tin,
But alas, my feet can only guide me,
To the nearest inn!
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 10:41:04.
Edited on 2012-08-28 at 13:00:54 by Darren
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Topic: The Bard's Handbook
Subject: On the Road
This ballad is about travelling, and the people that a bard encounters along the way.
In this form, it's Audalis-based, but the town and tavern names can easily be changed to make it fit with other settings. The offending words are marked in non-italic font so that they're easier to spot.
It should start with a chorus, interspersed with verses, until the final verse demanding drinks
Chorus
On the road again,
Oh, all the places I've been,
On the road again,
Let me tell you what I've seen,
Verses
Oh, in a tavern in Artor,
I met a nice young farmer lass,
She sold her oranges, melons too,
And she was full of guile and sass,
In Palantir I met a bard,
One such as myself, you see,
Though I dare say that my singing voice,
be much better than that of he,
In Drefast once I saw a troll,
Who spoke words as I to you, and more,
Though I be not as strong, or brave,
Eloquent enough am I, and not a bore,
In Calestra fair I met a girl,
Taller than the tallest spire,
And when I asked her how it was,
She laughed, and breathed some fire!
Final Verse
In the Bleeding Lute I met some folks,
As strange as strange can be,
Hopefully, once they've heard my song,
They'll buy a drink for me!
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 10:30:34.
Edited on 2012-08-28 at 13:00:16 by Darren
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Topic: The Bard's Handbook
Subject: The Bard's Handbook
This is a thread for lyrics to songs which are good for a bard to play and/or sing in taverns and inns across any setting, all in the same location for easy access
I'm working on these, gently adding new verses. If anyone has any contributions to make, please feel free. If you have ideas and don't know how to put them into shape, send them along in PM form and I'll put it into song.
NOTE: These songs are a mix of original songs and traditional ballads, but they're all bard-friendly. Each song is accompanied by information for when and where it should be played.
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 10:26:22.
Edited on 2012-08-28 at 13:23:50 by Darren
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Topic: Wanderlust Recruitment
Subject: Lookin'
This game is still looking for more players, if anyone's interested
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 07:34:49.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: :)
Do I smell a quest?
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 07:23:06.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Nobility? Pah!
Assal smiled widely at the mention of nobility. "Well, that's quite a long story, and for another time, but I am not of noble birth," he said as he downed his ale.
"I am Assal, son of Cianman of the West. I accept any company that can be offered, for the road is weary when travelled alone. I must warn you, however; this is to be a dangerous path, and you may regret even offering to assist me. Though the rewards may be great," he added with a final grin, before turning to Maria to order another round, paying in excess to cover a couple more rounds.
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 01:24:22.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Mine!
"Adventure is what I seek, aye, for better or for worse" Assal smiled as he replied to the bard, taking a large gulp of ale. "But I seek this blade for it is mine by birthright before it was lost, stolen by some young thief eager for gold. I found him swiftly, dead, and the blade had been taken away. I think that I have tracked it down, but I seek confirmation from one as learned as yourself."
Assal sighed heavily before continuing, "It was a shame to lose such a beautiful piece of smithwork. I would swear it was magical. It was also named 'Retaliator', if that helps."
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 00:43:20.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Stuff
"I do not wish to offend, Tralen the Bard, but I had yet to hear of you before straying upon this fine tavern," Assal began, "I ask simply for information as to a famous blade. Would you have heard tell of the Answerer, a fell longsword like no other? You have travelled far 'cross this land, and as such you seem to be the person to ask."
Posted on 2012-08-28 at 00:16:10.
Edited on 2012-08-28 at 00:17:05 by Darren
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Appreciation
Assal listened to the song quite carefully, picking out the lyrics but not paying much attention to the lute playing, occasionally tapping along to the beat and eventually singing the chorus as it popped up.
When the bard came to sit near him, he looked away from the cloaked woman, who seemed glad for the lack of attention.
"Ha!" Assal boomed, turning his attention to the newly-arrived bard, "Good tune! I enjoyed it, in any case, though I may not be musically minded. So you say you've travelled around a fair bit?"
Posted on 2012-08-27 at 23:36:58.
Edited on 2012-09-02 at 08:35:45 by Darren
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: First Contact
Assal had the sudden feeling he was being watched. He frowned, pinpointing the location of his watcher. He grabbed his now-filled tankard and passed a few coins to Maria, sidling across the bar towards the stool at which sat the cloaked woman.
He grinned, and nodded to her, taking another stool, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
He took note of the concealed weapon and the plate armour, the sword concealed in such a way that showed a desire to avoid combat, but also an expression of defiance at all those who would dare oppose the wielder.
Posted on 2012-08-27 at 22:21:27.
Edited on 2012-09-02 at 08:36:02 by Darren
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute Q&A : Where everybody knows your name
Subject: Hm.
BRAAAAAAAAWL!
Posted on 2012-08-27 at 14:40:03.
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Topic: The Bleeding Lute - Come on in and Play!
Subject: Whitecloak; Assal; Enter stage left.
A white-cloaked figure, hooded, slips in through the closing door after a bunch of other patrons, a leather shoulder satchel swinging behind. With a smooth yet solid movement, the figure slides onto a chair at a round table far from the stage and orders a drink from Hugh.
The figure never lowers the hood, but lowers their satchel to the ground beside the chair. Their wooden flagon of warmed spiced milk is quickly served, and a golden coin is handed over. Hugh nods, and the figure begins to drink occasional sips, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive.
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Moments later a large, bald human enters the tavern, slamming the door open so hard that the whole tavern looks his way. Clad in dull plate stained with blood and mud, his chainmail rattles as he swings the door gently shut, ducking under the frame to avoid catching the tip of the spear strapped to his back. He laughs a hearty laugh before heading straight to the bar, almost catching a sitting patron with the pouches at his belt and the brown cloak on his back as he swings past. The stool creaks dangerously when he sits on it, and he downs his first tankard of ale, slamming the empty flagon on the table to order another.
"Good weather 'round here, makes a change, eh?" he boomed in a gruff yet arrogant and boisterous voice.
"Aye, had a lot less locals and a lot more travellers," the bartender smiled in reply, "What do you think of the ale?"
"I like it, but I'm no ale snob, so I like anything with hops and barley. Where's it from?"
"Local man, Ol' Tom, he makes it not three miles down the road. I can't stand the stuff, though the patrons seem to like it," Maria confessed.
"And tha's what matters, isn't it," Assal added with a final grin as he downed the second flagon, "Another, if you may," he finished as he pushes it towards Maria.
Posted on 2012-08-27 at 14:29:44.
Edited on 2012-09-02 at 08:36:45 by Darren
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