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The Weeping Woman Tavern 1 Year, 2 Months ago
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Karma: 3
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The Weeping Woman. A tavern of...questionable taste. The drinks are strong, the food is decent, just don't ask where the meat comes from. This is the place to go when meetings need to be held that are of a less then honest nature. Also one of the better places to see new bands and other such events.
Lee Hernadez, owner and barkeep; keeps the place free of trouble and his stock and trade is that he sees nothing, hears, less, and speaks not at all.
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"Alright, you all take the bastard in the funny hat. I got this one," Daniel McFinn, Minuteman
foxdorean@gmail.com |
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Re: The Weeping Woman Tavern 1 Year, 2 Months ago
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Karma: 13
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A young woman in a dirty dress and leathers perches near the back, fiddling with a collection of greasy parts. She occassionally looks around nervously and laughs to herself, then drinks from a bottle of cheap vodka.
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Sure, I can find it for you. But it's going to cost you. Cash, trade, or a favor for me--just don't cross me. People who cross me have nasty accidents.
*National LARP Coordinator, Seattle vice-Navigatrix, Head Moderator, Tabletop Game Book Contributor, head Glass Knife*
erikas@riseofaester.com |
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Re:The Weeping Woman Tavern 1 Year, 2 Months ago
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Karma: 3
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Near by sits a grizzled fellow in the uniform of the Republic Army. The rank strips on his sleeve places him as a Sgt. Major with a unit patch for the Tower (Military HQ for the whole Republic).
"Now if we add a bit of compound twelve to the mix..." he mutters as he reaches for a beer.
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"Alright, you all take the bastard in the funny hat. I got this one," Daniel McFinn, Minuteman
foxdorean@gmail.com |
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Re:The Weeping Woman Tavern 1 Year, 2 Months ago
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Karma: 13
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The young woman lifts her head for a second. The man nearby was talking chemicals. She thought she might smell chemicals on him, too. But she sorta always smelled chemicals now.
The device emitted a small pop! Oops. A least the explosion was a tiny one. They probably wouldn't notice a new scorch mark on the table.
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Sure, I can find it for you. But it's going to cost you. Cash, trade, or a favor for me--just don't cross me. People who cross me have nasty accidents.
*National LARP Coordinator, Seattle vice-Navigatrix, Head Moderator, Tabletop Game Book Contributor, head Glass Knife*
erikas@riseofaester.com |
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Re:The Weeping Woman Tavern 1 Year, 2 Months ago
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Karma: 3
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A youngwoman near by with a walkign stik laying across her table, feet proped up and asleep jumped when the device popped, she jumped and her head swivled, giving the other woman a knowing look, brows meeting slightly.
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Re:The Weeping Woman Tavern 1 Year, 2 Months ago
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Karma: 13
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The girl stops her tinkering and giggles. "What?" she asks, to no one in particular. She takes another swig from her bottle.
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Sure, I can find it for you. But it's going to cost you. Cash, trade, or a favor for me--just don't cross me. People who cross me have nasty accidents.
*National LARP Coordinator, Seattle vice-Navigatrix, Head Moderator, Tabletop Game Book Contributor, head Glass Knife*
erikas@riseofaester.com |
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Re:The Weeping Woman Tavern 1 Year, 2 Months ago
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Karma: 2
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A young engineer, still a bit dirty from his earlier excursions, slowly walked up to the bar.
“Barkeep, a drink”, as he sat there waiting for a reply he murmured under his breath to himself, still annoyed, “Damn abominations!”
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Re:The Weeping Woman Tavern 1 Year, 1 Month ago
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Karma: 3
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"What was that?" The Master of the Taps ask as he slides over a beer.
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"Alright, you all take the bastard in the funny hat. I got this one," Daniel McFinn, Minuteman
foxdorean@gmail.com |
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