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Welcome to Frostbite Tavern, the one stop shop to warm your bones, shake the snow off your coat and have a drink or two. Stress and drama free zone to chat about anything.

The proprietor is used to taking odd requests 

A full massage parlor is in the back!!!

NO MILITARY ACTIVITY!

DO NOT BLOW UP THE BAR, KILL ANYONE OR BE A JERK

I will godmod the heck out of anything if you do...

Oh, I like that! It looks sooooo cozy.

I believe some hot cocoa would be in order, barkeep.

*I forgot why people let bars go, the constant orders.

Coming tight up Sugga! I added a bit of cream for ya 




Hope you enjoy!

So tell me more about everything that goes on around here.

* Wintermoot takes a sip

Very creamy and delicious...thank you.

Well, we're in the middle of the winter lull, so our activity isn't what it was in the summer...but we're getting our bases in order, and should be in a position to grow in the spring. We've been very fortunate to have a few dedicated posters and we now have an excellent Cabinet, so I for one am confident.

*the queen runs in sobbing before sitting at the bar slamming around 1000 US dollars on the counter*

Get me anything to make my sarrows melt away. She cries out head between her arms.

* Wintermoot looks over

What's wrong, Madame Queen/Ambassador?

*she is a bit teary*

I am saddly excluded from a modern day RP it seems due to my nations conditions and well backround not fittting in...

* she laughs a bit through her crying*

All of it is true but the remainder of options are slim being sci-fi or fantasy RPs...Saddly both are dead inactive for over months. she sobs not as hard but waiting for the most best drink she can get with 1000 dollars.

Oh, there there...I'm sure you'll be included in the next RP that you sign up in. That RP probably wasn't worth your time anyway.

*she sobs*

it is currently the only RP left there...

*she cries before slamming more money and a fist on the bar counter*

and wheres my drink i need one if i am going to overcome this! she shouts with seemingliy wall breaking amplitude before returning to what can only be described as a left for dead witch state.

* Wintermoot continues sipping his drink, deciding she would best be left alone for now

Here is the strongest whiskey I have, keep your money though... everything in this here neck of the woods is on the house.

I would recommend sipping it though sweetie, at 182 proof it will put hair on ya in  places that one might not want.


*slides a glass across the bar to the frazzled lady.

* the changeling downs the glass and request more glasses*

This is weak compared to what we serve in the horde....

* the changelings guards with her begin to drink a bit themselves*

At this rate make me enough to knock a mammoth on its $%^. she replies while waiting for her drinks.

(OOC: this is really just a pet peeve of mine... But uh... You always see ultra strong characters insult drinks in a bar... Don't know why but you guys just like AAAALWAYS do this... Except that on purpose or not Aubrey here handed you quite a strong drink... Like REALLY strong. Proof usually means twice the alcohol content by volume... Aubrey handed you a drink which is 91% alcohol. Any more and it's not even like... Stable. Your average bottle of rubbing alcohol is 70%... Your drink is so strong that the amount you drank could've ALREADY knocked a mammoth on it's ass... It's that strong. Just a pet peeve of mine. Like have your ultrapowerful character, live your life... But do try and pay attention before insulting the drink...)

*the changeling notices reons statement*

I apologize for my statement, I guess I have not explained  changeling biology to you guys...

*she pulls out a chair and sits by the hearth*

It will be a long explanation but I will go though it if you want me to explain. The changeling is ready to explain in case anyone asks.

I see the voice of knowledge has spoken on this topic.