A long time ago. In a BG2 forum far away, the Bar was created. It was ruled by the owner Lord Shield, believed to be an Old One, even more powerful than a god. But due to new anti-ubering rules he was reduced to the status of a mere mortal, though an exceptionally powerful one.

The Bar retained it's magic, able to regenerate any damage. But soon it became empty, the happy laughing patrons found other places to dwell, from Tancred the Paladin and his sword Karnas, to Tiax the Gnome, all dissapeared. Now the Bar stands, still in perfect shape, it's staff in Stasis.

The dust covers everything, all is quiet, an earth elemental silently removes a few old empty mugs from a table as it senses something approach. An adventurer.

"Hello? Anyone home?" The voice cries out from the door, the adventurer carefully walks inside, weapon at the ready and considerably surprised when it is teleported to the weapons rack besides the door. A sign reading "No weapons allowed" flashes into existence and hovers in the middle of the room for a short while before dissapearing.

He turns around and shouts out the door, "The place is safe guys! Come on in!" A Twilight Aasimon enters, folding it's wing along it's back as it walks in through the door, it's followed by a couple of elves and a dwarf. The Tiefling leader sits down at at table and watches the earth elemental go about it's cleaning.

"This place is creepy," comments one of the elves, "It's as if it's alive.... Waiting... For something...."

All five of the adventurers are almost scared to death as an elf enters from the kitchen. Blinking sleepily and yawning, her eyes widen in surprise as she sees the adventurers, she turns around and shouts to someone in the kitchen, "We've got customers! At last!"

And so the Bar returns to life....

(OOC: Inside the bar noone can be hurt, they will regenerate quickly. The bar also regenerates all damage done to it. Currently the Bar is stuck in the Concordant Opposition, a True Neutral plane. But it can move to other planes and locations at the will of it's owner, Lord Shield.)

In his travels dantes had been to many different planes he Had fought demons in Baator, and took on an army of githyanki in their home plane. He even helped in the downfall of a demigod once. This was his first trip to Concordant, and he was just really looking to relax. Walking along he discovered a rather sturdy looking structure with the words Lord Shield's bar painted on a sign out front. Puzzled by this development Dantes ventured inside. As he walked through the door his weapon was teleported to the weapons rack and a "no weapons allowed" sign materialized before his eyes for a few seconds. Realizing that this was not a hostile place Dantes sat down at the bar and ordered a bottle of 1000 year old elven reisling.

Yo! *a ghastly spectre of a purple skinned monk/sorceror appears*

*the spectre sees a rat and possessess it*
*the rat mutates and deforms......... til a little BANG occurs*
There stands the Revived Evil, Gwhanos.

Gwhanos: Mwhahahahaha! You believed I, the Great Gwhanos had been vanquished.......... Yuse were wrongo! I can only travel through the rifts of the Astral Plane and the Shadow Realm, but, I am mortal. My obliteration made my powers oblivious......... but I still have my basics...... now I can freely possess and expunge myself from any being that I go into mwahaahaha!

bump!

There is a chorus of laughter from the bar patrons as "The Great Gwhanos" is given a wedgie by one of the elven waitresses who dissapears back into the kitchen with a giggle.

She returns moments later with what Dantes ordered, the adventuring party is also brought food and drink. Moments later a few of the old bar patrons descend from their stasislocked rooms above. A gnome named Tiax, three Githyanki and various adventurers.

The twilight Aasimon approaches Dantes and challenges him to a game of poker.

Dantes laughs at the wedgie victim. Then responds to the offer by saying "A game of poker would be splendid." As he takes a sip of his wine

A portal open outside the Bar and Encard falls out (again...), landing in a small heap on the ground. Sighing, he gets up, then smiles when he sees the Bar and steps inside, looking around in the building he fondly remembers from earlier times.

*Gwhanos is FURIOUS*
Better becareful Aasimar, who knows when I will let an Energy Blade slip..................... chop suey!
And I will mutilate that elf......,mwhahahaha! Now, to find a lower class entity to drain the life out of....... need my powers back!
Can I join yur poker game? Give me a sacrifice if I win!

"No Gwhanos," says the AasiMON annoyedly, "We will not do that. And you had best watch yourself as well. I believe that my powers are at least as strong as yours."

wats an aasimon?

A man walks in the bar, eyeing everyone carefully. "This seems like a nice place. Bartender, give me your finest." SecretMaster says.

Watsup mortal!

(OOC: An Aasimon is a QUITE strong creature from one of the good upper planes.)

The bartender complies with the request. He also twitches at the sound of the greeting that Gwhanos uses, it's one of the most annoying ones in existence and comes from a truly horrible Prime world.

Everyone who remembers Encard greets him. In Tiax's case this is done by thwacking the mage over the shins with a mace, which is then teleported from the gnome, and shouting, "Tiax rules all! Bow before him!"

The Aasimon and Dantes go about playing their game of poker. Luck allows Dantes to win thirteen out of twenty rounds.

Various planar creatures are constantly ducking inside, having a few drinks and leaving again, some stay. There's already a few more Aasimon and Aasimar that have taken up permanently staying in or around the Bar. So have a few Baatezu. And those are the more normal creatures that have decided to do so.

OOC: I believe that Gwhanos is a Tanar'ri or a unique demon all his own...........
A Cornogon walks up to Gwhanos with ease......
C: YUUUUUUUU! *picks me up* YOU ARE NOTHING! I WILL HAVE MY AVENGANCE OF MY FATHER! *throws me into a table*
Gwhanos: You will pay for that! IGAGL!
* a shadowy symbiote -seamonster thingy with red eyes comes launching out of my maw*
Cornogon: Held
Cornogon: Energy Drain
Cornogon: Spell Drain
*as their battlion member is in trouble, 2 more cornogons come to help!* They use lightning bolt; the 'tongue' is severed!

Gwhanos, in pain....... regenerates it and creates a 3 headed incarnation!
Gwhanos wraps his tongue heads around the cornogons...... and they begin to fade.... and an effigy of light black surges through the symbiote.......... Gwhanos has 'won over' a being; he now permanently owns the cornogon's abilities and spells. the second 1 got absorbed aswell..... but thurd...... teleported to a safe area (the kitchen)
Gwhanos puts his 'sappers' away.......... *they rematerialize to gwhanos's tongue......*

Ghwanos's draining suddenly runs in reverse, he loses the power of the two Cornugons and they rematerialize in the Bar. A loud rumbling voice speaks, "Nothing can be killed within the Bar, go outside if you MUST do battle. And also remember that nothing can leave unless it wishes to leave itself or I wish it to leave."

In other words, Gwhanos can't kill the Cornugons inside the Bar and he can't drag them outside unless they WANT to come with him. Which they of course won't since he's stronger than them.

(OOC: Tiamat, do you know EXACTLY how strong a Cornugon is? Someone who can defeat three of them that easily is dangerously close to being a munchkin.

Everyone feel free to take control of a random NPC within the Bar, except for the Aasimon, who's my personal character. And the staff.)

Their pretty simple in ToB. You just dispell their confusion and hack them to bits. Im about as strong as a true DnD pitfiend or just a unique balor..... just to give u an idea..... I choose to have a pitfiend's abilities, and they are about on par with planatars.. and I notice that good is always stronger than evil.......... and isnt there some sort of Omni demon or something........

(OOC: Sorry Tiamat, but you'll need to tune down those powers. A Pit Fiend is worth 57500 XP, you will NOT be allowed to be as strong as or stronger than that. Create yourself a.... Level 7 or 8 character with no special abilites or immunities and that'll be about the strength that I'll be allowing here.)

You are some sort of deva-thing tho!

(OOC: I am the DM of this thread. And a Twilight Aasimon doesn't have the powers to truly uber. It's only worth 6000 XP. Now either create a less uber-ish character or LEAVE. You've already managed to kill one RP with your ubering.)

Khael'reth the Twilight Aasimon walks over to the newly arrived person who's just ordered the Bar's finest. "Hello good sir, I sense something special about you. Who are you? What are you?"

Meanwhile something strange is happening outside, a swarm of butterflies have enveloped the Bar, the bartender curses, "Spire butterflies, damnable things will keep people from entering or leaving the Bar. Anyone willing to go drive them away?"

(OOC: They can fire their stings like Magic Missiles, though it kills them, and they can drain magical items as well as memorized spells. There are a good hundred of them.)

<font color=white>Myron Epimetheus</font>

<font color=orchid>On the uppermost floor of the tavern is a door that has not opened in a very long time. Few would even remember that night so long ago when a strange little man went upstairs to his quarters to pursue an intriguing idea found in the margins of a book he had chanced upon. All that night he pursued the idea trying to understand it. The pursuit continued through the next day and the one after that as well. Stopping neither to sleep nor to eat, he thought and he read and he considered and he reflected, allowing himself only the pause required to write down a few notes from time to time. The idea was subtle, however, and elusive to his grasp. To master it he had need of other ideas and so he pursued these as well. Idea led to idea and thought led to thought and the scraps of paper bearing his scribbled notes formed piles of formidable size. All this time the door remained closed and the strange little man continued his chase of ideas. Patrons in the rooms below would sometimes comment on strange mutterings invading their dreams and the sound of nervous footsteps pacing above them, but the door to the room on the upper floor remained closed, the elemental servants obediently respecting the command not to disturb the occupant of the room. Perhaps the door would never have been opened again, but the strange stasis which had settled over the tavern slowed down even the mad and unrelenting thinking behind the door. The sudden return of life and vigor to the tavern and its patrons stimulated and redirected the thinking of the little man.

The dry and tight skin of a lifeless hand turns the handle of the door. A pile of scribbled scraps of paper falls out into the hallway and restless feet shuffle out of the room behind a soft and steady muttering. “There is just so much to do. So many books to read. So many thoughts to think. So many ideas to pursue. Yes, there is so very much to be done. So very much and in so little time. Time! O! There is just never enough time. Never enough time to do the many things one needs to do.”</font>

<font color=silver>ooc: Myron is an undead sage. He is exceedingly knowledgeable but also quite mad. He is a scholar and not an adventurer and is essentially harmless.</font>

The door of the bar slams open and a tall elf strides in. Her braided hair is dark red, and she has bright hazel eyes. She wears a green robe and bears a slim dagger.

"Bartender!" a clear voice snaps. "A glass of elven wine please."

The bartender quickly complies to the elf woman's request, "Sorry M'lady, but how did you get through all of those butterflies outside?"

OOC: Ah yes... I think I'm still up high trying to rescue someone from the gods. Never did manage to pick a path through the mountain or find a portal back...
I suppose I could create a new character, but then I wouldn't be allowed to give mild wedgies to 'certain' patrons anymore. Ah well [img]smile.gif[/img]

Encard grins when he sees Lioness and greets her, then grimaces slightly and rubs his knee. "Good to see you here!" Then he frantically pats out his hair as it spontaneously light on fire.

OOC: Well, you can alway fall through a random portal, Legolas. ;)

[ 04-27-2002, 08:06 PM: Message edited by: Encard ]

"Ah, thank you bartender. The butterflies?" *chuckles* "Mention clicking the black and white button and they leave you alone." *winks*

"Encard! Hello there." She pours a bucket of water over his head. "Can't do with too many fire-haires people around here." She winks, tossing her braid over one shoulder.

<font color=white>Myron Epimetheus</font>

<font color=orchid>Clutching a book that is strangely intact after so many years of turning pages and scribbled notes in its margins, he shuffles to the staircase. His legs are no longer accustomed to movement upon stairs and he stumbles slightly on the first step and nearly falls. “That will not do,” he whispers. “No. No. No. It just will not do. I cannot be falling when there is still so much work to be done. No, it just will not do.” He pauses and stands unsteadily on the step and thinks, combing his mind for words he first read so many, many books ago. “Ah! Yes! That is the formula. I simply cannot be falling when there is so much left to be done.” His mutterings change in tone as he softly mumbles a few syllables of a long dead language. As he mumbles, his feet rise a few inches above the step and he levitates slowly down the stairs to the bar area, muttering these strange syllables all the while.</font>

[ 04-28-2002, 05:14 PM: Message edited by: Cyril Darkcloud ]

Suddently an explosion is heard outside - and the door opens and a figure runs in. in the short moment the door was open, burnt pieces of butterflies can be seen slowly falling to the ground.

"Damn pesky things - those critters are truely annoying. Still - it was anything a fireball couldn't handle. I must have gotten nearly twenty of them. And you can relax - the building didn't catch fire."

The bartender laughs and throws a bottle of beer to the new arrival, "This thing is as solid as a chunk of adamantium. It'd take more than a bit of magic to make it catch fire."

"Glad to hear it. And allow me to introduce my selv - Kyval Kesh at your service" ~pauses for a moment and quaffs the beer~ "Phew I was parched - I wonder, could I have a cup of mulled wine"

~looks around the bar~ "So whats going on here?"

The bartender hands Kyval a cup of mulled wine, "Not much. All of these lazy buggers just sit around all day talking and drinking. Not that I'm complaining of course, it's good profit. But I wish that people would go and DO something. Boring people..... So, care to tell us about your latest adventure? And where are you heading next?"

Well - for my last adventure I was part of a group fighting an undead invasion.

And I haven't really planned anything in the forseeable future - other than sitting down and having a quiet drink - but I'm always open to ideas.

A elven girl strode in, and after dropping her weapons off at the door, sat down and put her feet up,stretching. "Aah, long time no see. where's the bartender?" Skye asked, sipping at some elven mead.
OOC- i dont suppose anyone thought of PMing Lord Shield to let him know that you guys started his bar up again..? Its good to see it making a come back. where'd you be without the clutzy elf girl? *wink* ^_^

The Steam Genasi bartender which had taken over shrugged as it served the elf her drink, "No idea, he's probably in his room or in stasis or off on some quest."

A small chaotic magical discharge from Encard animated a potted plant which tried to eat several patrons.

(OOC: Nah, I don't think he has the time to manage the thread, he probably knows of it's ressurrection anyway.)

[ 05-02-2002, 05:16 AM: Message edited by: Neb ]

The Bar moved.

It left the Outlands, also known as the Concordant Opposition and reappeared in the city of Athkatla. In the Forgotten Realms. Earlier they'd managed to gain themselves a rather bad reputation here since Minotaurs and horse... Manure, had been regularly catapulted at the Cowled Wizards and the order of the Radiant Heart.

<font color=white>Myron Epimetheus</font>

<font color=orchid>He ceases to speak in the ancient language and his feet settle firmly onto the floor at the base of the steps and immediately resume their restless shuffling. He sits at a small table and opens his book. “Yes. Yes, there are still so many thoughts to think and so little time within which to think them. A strange thing, time, moving forward, always forward. Strange it is that it never simply stays. No, there is never enough time - it is always leaving, leaving never to return. One simply never has enough time to think the thoughts one needs to think .....” He mutters as he reads, reciting a confusing litany of ideas about time and memory and thought and the importance of having small pieces of paper upon which to write. The persistent return of his mutterings to the need for small pieces of paper eventually dominates his thinking to the point that he looks up from his book. With a nervous motion he calls one of the serving staff to his table. “I would like something warm to drink. O yes, that will do quite nicely, something warm. Yes, something warm to drink and a large stack of those little square napkins which are so wonderful for the recording of ideas. Yes, please hurry with the napkins - there is so little time for the writing of the thoughts one thinks about thinking.”

He looks up as a warm drink and a stack of napkins are placed before him, sensing a change in the tavern. “We have moved. Yes, yes, it would seem that we have. Moved on from one place to another and a new place always leads one to the thinking of new thoughts .....” He sips upon his drink as his mind races, excited by the memory of something familiar about this place. At the mention of the name Athkatla he suddenly sits up. “Why of course! We have come to the place where the scrolls were last seen. Yes, very ancient scrolls they were with writing that is quite unlike the hurried scribbles one reads today. I do so wish to read such writing. I simply must find the time. If only there were someone that would find them ....”</font>

<font color=silver>ooc: Here is an available quest if there are any takers.</font>

OOC- ooh, ooh, me, me! I am soo bor-ed! ^.^ anyone wanna accompany the elf-girl? ^_^

ooc: no he doesn't! But if I think of it next time I see him, I'll tell him it's open again. [img]smile.gif[/img]

ic: StormCloud drinks her elven wine, cautiously peering around the bar, then heads out, planning to come back later, the place might have potential and she considers her options as she walks out, glancing at the other patrons as she does.

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Holy Temple of Aerie Challenge!
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<font color=pink>
The temple has captured a Fallen Solar that has betrayed Aerie! This high level fallen solar is on this plane and encaged at the temple, the only way to destroy it is to fight it to the death! My members are too valuable so it is open to the public to fight the Fallen Solar!
You enter at you won risk! I will act as the Fallen Solar clearly labelling so.
For example:
</font><font color=lightgreen> Fallen Solar
How dare you disturb me?! Feel my wrath!!! *fallen solar attacks with Lesser Whirlwind dealing damage (determined by dice roll).
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<font color=pink>You have to list your HP, AC and class and level and weapons before you start. Report to me 1st! I will be on IW between 2pm to 10pm GMT.

here are some stats on the fallen solar (who can summon creatures)
Name: Gwonchon
Class: Solar (Fallen)
Size: HUGE
HP: around 66d8+100 or so
Weapons: +5 Vorpal sword (slay on hit unless save) 2d6+18+45 dmg
or
+2 Mighty Composite Bow (slay arrows unknown) 1d8+7 dmg
Feats: Power Attack, Dodge, Immune to +2 and below weapons, move silently, spot stealth, Fly at 3x speed

Each post will have 2 rounds each. Except the 1st post which gets you only 1 round free.
So:
You get 1 round
Solar gets 2 rounds
You get 2 rounds
soooo on...

So example:

Round 1Avatar
Avatar casts MagicMissile x3x5 Contingency dealing 45 dmg
Avatar casts protection from death spells

Round 1Solar
Solar uses arrow of elf slaying, misses
Solar uses arrow of elf slaying, hits, no effect

Round 2Solar
Solar hits Avatar with Vorpal+5 sword dealing 71 dmg
Solar misses Avatar

Round 2Avatar
Avatar casts Heal on self

Round 3Avatar
Avatar casts Stoneskin
Avatar casts Globe of Blades

so on......
Challenge starts on 2pm GMT Monday
only one person can take on the solar at once.
Be Sensible, I can resurrect you if you get killed!
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OOC- Well, don't everyone jump up at once... -_-;;

<font color=white>Myron Epimetheus</font>

<font color=orchid>The young elvish woman’s protestation of boredom reaches his ears just as he was about to return to his reading and jotting down of notes. To be distracted twice in a few moments after so many years of uninterrupted thought is a puzzling thing. “Bored, she said. She said that she is bored. But there is simply so much to do that I fail to understand how she might be bored. Yes. Yes, there is just so much to do and so many, many thoughts to think. O dear! It seems her being bored has caused me to lose my place. I must find it again. A terrible thing it is to have lost one’s place – why the thought of a mind set adrift away from its thoughts is simply too terrible to linger with!” He stares vacantly a moment shuddering in horror at this thought until his restlessly moving mind seizes upon the idea of place and its absence. He laughs softly in delight at a new puzzle to pursue and begins to scribble on the small square napkins which are so wonderful for the writing of notes, muttering cryptic things about curvatures in space produced by the presence of physical bodies.</font>