Hazmat44
Ignore the radiation. I do that all the time.
The sign out front had been crossed off.
It didn't matter who you were. Most people took one look at the wooden sign hanging over the doors, inscribed with the words "SCREW YOU" scratched over the lovingly etched "Lonely Siren", and rather fairly decided that anywhere else would be safer.
Safer, unfortunately, wasn't much when it came to the variety and depth of taste that the Lonely Siren, henceforth to be referred to as the Screw You, had behind its disguised veneer. It was an older building than most, with detailed artwork carved into its wooden buttresses and arches. A window which had once been stained-glass imperiously watched the cobbled road before it.
Sure, it got drafty as all get out in winter, and the summer heat would reduce even the hardiest man to a sweaty mess within minutes, but it was all worth it for the food.
No one knew why the food tasted so good. Rumors said it was elves. Gossip said it was a runaway Royal Chef. A commonly held hidden worry was that it had some kind of drug in it. Whatever the case, no one was allowed in the kitchen, and it didn't matter if you had a warrant. The Screw You would find a way to make anyone who tried to investigate the kitchen... disappear, to put it nicely. Health inspectors, guardsmen, wizards, they all vanished. Hopefully they didn't end up in the food, but it regrettably stayed just that; a hope, and a meager one at that.
Thankfully, you have no interest in going into the kitchens.
Yet, at least.
Anyway, the food's great, the people stick to themselves for the most part, and the quests aren't usually that bad. Just your luck, though, the one you signed up for was a group mission. Your companions would be random, and given the nature of the job, you'd be with them for a while.
How you feel about that... is up to you.
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Rules are simple, have a grasp on basic grammar and spelling ability, don't make your character ridiculously overpowered, be polite, and be 18+. Have fun, and see you soon!
It didn't matter who you were. Most people took one look at the wooden sign hanging over the doors, inscribed with the words "SCREW YOU" scratched over the lovingly etched "Lonely Siren", and rather fairly decided that anywhere else would be safer.
Safer, unfortunately, wasn't much when it came to the variety and depth of taste that the Lonely Siren, henceforth to be referred to as the Screw You, had behind its disguised veneer. It was an older building than most, with detailed artwork carved into its wooden buttresses and arches. A window which had once been stained-glass imperiously watched the cobbled road before it.
Sure, it got drafty as all get out in winter, and the summer heat would reduce even the hardiest man to a sweaty mess within minutes, but it was all worth it for the food.
No one knew why the food tasted so good. Rumors said it was elves. Gossip said it was a runaway Royal Chef. A commonly held hidden worry was that it had some kind of drug in it. Whatever the case, no one was allowed in the kitchen, and it didn't matter if you had a warrant. The Screw You would find a way to make anyone who tried to investigate the kitchen... disappear, to put it nicely. Health inspectors, guardsmen, wizards, they all vanished. Hopefully they didn't end up in the food, but it regrettably stayed just that; a hope, and a meager one at that.
Thankfully, you have no interest in going into the kitchens.
Yet, at least.
Anyway, the food's great, the people stick to themselves for the most part, and the quests aren't usually that bad. Just your luck, though, the one you signed up for was a group mission. Your companions would be random, and given the nature of the job, you'd be with them for a while.
How you feel about that... is up to you.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Rules are simple, have a grasp on basic grammar and spelling ability, don't make your character ridiculously overpowered, be polite, and be 18+. Have fun, and see you soon!
