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Rule's Board
Thick, warped bark slumps with old age, mounted against the western stone wall of the building and reads out...
Words that every man, monster, and miscreant must follow:- Thou must bear true faith to the kinship that unites and brings beings to this place
- Thou shall not violate, bend, nor alter the rules of reality set forth by the gods
- Should fisticuffs, dual, or any form of challenge be issued that is deemed fair by other patrons be raised the match must be accepted not only to rouse a dull moment but to end feuds and prove one's mettle and worth of their peers
- Should one fall in battle no lethal blow may be struck, lest unrest be brought onto those that hold this place to the material plane, should, however, the combatants willing place themselves forth with knowledge of certain death, execution is permitted to give them an honorable end.
- Merriment above all is encouraged, should alliances and rivalries form then... It is simply to encourage the merriment
- The words above may be manipulated, over-analyzed, and otherwise taken beyond their intents to add to the enjoyment of others, so long as they are not broken and the gods remain silent
- Thou must bear true faith to the kinship that unites and brings beings to this place
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Well, how about it?
Scrawled all over the board in everything from well written calligraphy to hastily scratched with a knife (or maybe a claw?) are various names, a few look familiar, some you are pretty sure you have only heard of in legend and most you are sure have long left this place, maybe even reality all together. As you gaze you feel a yearning, almost a need to join, this displacement of people and monsters and things. Guaranteed acceptance so long as you follow the very loosely presented rules.
Then you notice.
A perfect open spot you were sure was filled just a moment ago. A spot just for you. Everything around you feels distant:
The clatter at the bar...
The stench of spilled booze...
Focused only on where you should sign...
Go on. It's so easy...
