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On the outskirts of the small village of Mournstead lies a beautiful, two-story tavern of gothic make. The tavern is known for opening its doors only at night and is run by a strange but charming man that goes by the name Malakai Grimwood. There are many rumors whispered around the village about Mister Grimwood, some believing him to be a fiend, and many other wild accusations that are never brought up to him directly due to the fear that surrounds his name. All of that said, it is the only tavern that resides in -or rather near - the village, which often draws adventurers and travelling merchants into its walls. The tavern is open to all brave enough to step inside. One question remains: do you dare enter?
(OOC: this world is inspired by the forgotten realms, so feel free to play races and even classes from d&d if you want! though, it is absolutely not required to know the lore of the forgotten realms in order to participate! this is just for anyone who wants to roleplay within the tavern and maybe even get to know malakai and discover his secrets! people are also totally welcome to rp interactions between them and other characters within the tavern; just all the happenings within! i suppose we shall see where the story leads us! the description of what you will see when you enter the tavern will be just below this. have fun!)
The first thing that you notice upon entering the tavern is the scent of baked goods and coffee. To the right of you are many rounded, wooden tables with empty chairs. You hear the crackling of the fire to the right and can feel the comfortable warmth that emits from it, chasing off the cold of the night air. There are cushions on the ground around the fireplace, along with a large pot filled with spiced tea that sits above the fire itself. A large, black light fixture with beautiful swirling designs hangs above you, giving warm lighting to anything in the tavern that isn't already lit by the fire. At the other end of the room, directly across the door, is a bar with a couple of stools in which the owner of the tavern stands behind with a warm smile. He is a pale man with smooth skin and dark eyes. His black hair is pulled up into a half ponytail which allows you to see many different ear piercings. Just underneath his sleeves, you catch a glimpse of what looks to be tattoos of snakes and vines. Behind him sits a set of stairs that leads up and out of sight. He speaks with a light Irish accent, welcoming you into his tavern.
"Welcome to The Whispering Serpent, my friend; a place meant for anyone and everyone, where the lost and shunned may find shelter. Can I get ya somethin' to drink?"