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Bridgewater is a unique town where the stores, homes, and castle are built over The River Joy. The town is economically rich and is one of the major trade ports in Rin. The best way to reach Bridgewater is of course by boat. Boat is also the best way to leave. Many luxuries, oddities, and expensive niceties can be found in Bridgewater, and many a gold coin can easily be lost in such a place, whispering temptations from its every shadow and alley.

There is a major Bridge Rat problem. The massive rats are responsible for consuming majority of the cities trash, while also leaving their plague-filled feces all over. The sick crowd the alleys, while the rich live above them on the bridges.

Crime lurks beneath the feet of many. The smuggling of potent aphrodisiacs called Drivers are moved across ship, into the sewers, and into the hands of the wealthy. It is commonly sold to brothels to increase business. A prominent gang known simply as the Bridge Lords occupy Bridgewater and claim it as their territory. The gang has many members under the bridge, and have exploited the struggle felt by those who live in the ghetto.

The Bridge Lords are run by Harry Johnson.

Other Notable and Prominent Figures


Current Setting


The Greased Oak Tavern is usually empty during the day and comes alive at sunset. Like a beast stirred from its sleep, if you're seeking chaos, then the higher the moon, the greater the activity. Bar fights are prevalent occurrence. Every now and then, some mercenary becomes sore after losing in a game of cards. The piano rolls no matter if the place were burning down. They say the pianist will burn down with it before he stops getting tips. The ale flows like the River Joy and the women...heavens, the women! The tavern is stocked full of everything.

Juicy Girls

They are quite beautiful and they'll feed you endless mugs of ale just to take you to bed and rob you blind. Traveler be warned! They're the tavern's best business.


The Greased Oak, despite all the chaos, guarantees a good night's sleep and the best beer and food in town!

Quest Board

A RPG can't be complete without quests. The Quest Board can be found posted about town, leading to crazy plots either the entire party or a few party members can complete. Whoever decides to be the party leader must choose to pick who they want to go. Meanwhile, those not on quest can partake in other quests and shenanigans.

  • The Fat King - "Oy, that Fat Willy up there on tha' bridge thinks he's jus' gonna let us rot! We, the Bridge Lords are gonna show his fat arse a thing or two. Y'see the slobs actualleh plannin' ta' leave his castle for once, and he's gonna leave his women at 'ome. Most ov'tha' guards gonna be escortin' tha' king, which means we're gonna sneak in, steal some loot, and some pussy while we at it. Maybe use tha' bitches fo' ransom!"
    King's Request: Guard the Queen and Princess.
    Difficulty (# of party members needed): 3
    Reward: Plenty of Gold to get the party to the next location comfortably, food, wine, and three days at an Inn.
    Level Up: Yes.
  • Bridge Rat Infestation - "Help! They're everywhere and they're eaten us! Oh gods! What is that? A monster! Aargh!"
    Difficulty (# of party members needed): Everyone
    Level Up: Yes
    Reward: Rat King Skull (someone might want this); Rat King Heart (someone might want this)
  • Stolen Daughter - "Please! Someone! The bandits took my daughter! Please, help!"
    Difficulty (# of party members needed): 1
    Level Up: Yes
    Reward: Driver Potion, Sex
  • Boss: Harry Johnson and the Bridge Lords - LOCKED

Some quests and their results will unlock other quests or more quests called Side Quests can appear. Some quests may permanently lock other quests, so be careful what you choose.

Tagging System

Code: 
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Class:[/b]
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning, Noon, Afternoon, or Evening
[b]Location:[/b] Try to specify where you are. Just saying Tavern isn't good enough. The tavern is huge! So for example, Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - So-and-So's Bedroom or at a table in the main lounge.
[b]Tagging:[/b] Who your character is directly talking/interacting with. [b]Mentioned:[/b] Who your character may have mentioned in their post but he or she isn't directly or currently interacting with them.

Be sure to use this tagging system so that the game can flow smoothly.


Approved Characters and Party
Negikao - Ranger - Half-Elf - Makitsu_Trinity
Aim - Thief - Greater Slime - Obuzeti
No - Warrior - Dragon - HotCider
Sir Steven Folcard - Knight - Human - podman6827
Grymm - Mage - Tiefling - ADmiral3
Vynniran - Healer - Gateway - Ico

Link

Recruitment Thread/OOC
 
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Name: Sir Steven Folcard
Level: 1
Race: Human
Class: Knight
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Steven's Bedroom + Main Room
Tagging: Geeva Goodhead

As a rooster crowed in the distance, Sir Steven Folcard rose from his bed. Stretching for a moment to get the kinks out of his limbs, Steven trudged from the bed he was renting at the Greased Oak towards the communal washroom. A few minutes later he left, looking a great deal more put together than when he'd entered.

Now ready to face the day, Steven walked down to the main room of the tavern. Taking an empty table, the knight called out to the barmaid who was present. "Geeva! A bowl of oatmeal to start the day!" While he waited for the redhead to bring him his breakfast he looked around the room to see who else was awake at this early hour.
 
Name: Negikao
Level: 1
Race: Half Elf
Class: Ranger
Date/Time: Day 1-Early Morning
Location:Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - in a dark corner table in the main lounge.
Tagging: Sir Steven Folcard

Negikao had been up since before the sun had cracked. She was sitting by herself, enjoying a cup of black coffee and a stale biscuit with jam as the kitchen had not opened by the time she had woken. She scanned the room, watching as the main floor filled with patrons and travelers alike. People meandered down the stairs, among them, one of her soon-to-be party members.

She rose slowly from her seat as Sir Steven took his and came over, not bothering to ask if she was welcome.

"Have you had a chance to check out the board yet?" she asked with no preamble.
 
Name: Aim
Level: 1
Race: Greater Slime
Class: Thief
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater Tavern - Greased Oak Tavern - Common room
Tagging: Steven, Negikao
Mentioned: Negikao, Steven, Tavern Drunks

~*~

A yawn echoes from beneath the table, and a previously discarded coat and the mysterious stain beneath it begins to inflate, seeping back up through the floorboards and collimating together in a gathering humanoid form. Scrounging about for his hat, the black slime managed to grab it: a wide-brimmed slouch hat, cocked to one side as he placed it upon his amorphous head.

"Such as it stands, we have bodyguard duty, rat extermination, and rescue work to consider as options against our inevitable and oncoming poverty," Aim says, still dribbling slightly as he shakes off the last of the disorientation of full discorporation. He dips a finger in one of the nearby full mugs and begins pumping himself back to full mass, sucking it up into his body. "Our group politics considered, I'd recommend the rats. We'd fit in more."

Aim grins, visible only as a bright flicker in the darkness between hat and coat.
 
Name: Grymm
Level: 1
Race: Tiefling
Class: Mage
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater Tavern - Greased Oak Tavern - in dark corner table #2 in the main lounge.
Tagging: None
Mentioned: Group

Grymm watched, his hood drawn over his horns to hide his demonic features, as the slowly assembling group of soon-to-be adventureres formed together at the table in the center of the room. Of course they would pick somehwere so open to discuss their plans. He had no intention of risking his neck in such a careless way, especially when no coin was involved. If they made their way toward an exit, or the bulletin board, he would join them. But not until they were done announcing their presence to the entirety of the room around them.

A group of adventurers meant talent. And talent, meant rewards. Grymm saw this as an opportunity to aid them, sharing in the resulting treasure. But he knew plenty of more unsavory characters would see the adventurers as a group of children and their newly earned candy, waiting to be stolen.
 
Name: Negikao
Level: 1
Race: Half Elf
Class: Ranger
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - at a table in the main lounge.
Tagging: Aim
Mentioned: No, Grymm, Vyn, Sir Steven

Negi scrunched up her brow. "Not much to be taken away from that, but best to start somewhere. Aren't we expecting more people though?" Nego glanced about the room, searching for the rest of their party. "You'd think they would be up by now." Her oice was laced with childish impatience.
 
Name: Vynniran
Level: 1
Race: Gateway
Class: Healer
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: The group
Mentioned: Everyone in the bloody room

An infuriated shriek comes, muffled, through the floorboards of the upper floor, making everyone in the room look up for a second. After a few seconds of loud stomping, a woman clad in black and violet linen storms into the room, each step marked by the sound of hundreds of tiny brass spheres clinking together. She stares daggers all around her as she walks to the center of the room.
"Where is that filthy slime?!" She notices Aim waving at her "Not you, idiot! The little git that stole my purse! How dare he?! He was so diligent last night I even returned the favour, and then he goes and does this! I will have that pathetic creature's head!"
She continues to scan the room as she shouts, hoping against hope that the fool decided to take a drink before he booked it. Every single person - even the employees - avert their gaze, some nervously, and some to hide their smiles and try to contain their laughter.
A couple seconds of this, and Vynn decides to swallow what's left of her pride, clenching her fists besides her as she groans in frustration. She takes a second to compose herself and straighten out her garments, then elegantly glides over to the table her companions are sharing already.
"Good morning." She turns to the closest barmaid "Black tea with honey, quick as I please. Which would be now."
 
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Name: Grymm
Level: 1
Race: Tiefling
Class: Mage
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater Tavern - Greased Oak Tavern - in dark corner table #2 in the main lounge.
Tagging: None
Mentioned: Group

Grymm covers his face with his hands, groaning, as Vynn manages to make an even louder entrance than the rest of her party already had. Resigning himself to the fact that there was no way he would be leaving with any sense of anonymity, he stood up, and carried his mug to the table, sitting down at one of the open chairs without a word. Keeping his hood up and his face down, he scarcely acknowledged the group, coninuing to nurse his mug of beer in his lap.

It was too damn early for this much noise.
 
Name: Sir Steven Folcard
Level: 1
Race: Human
Class: Knight
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: Negikao, Aim, Vynn, Grymm

Sir Steven didn't so much as raise an eyebrow when Negikao took a seat at his table, not even bothering to exchange any pleasantries before jumping right into business-mode. Before he could speak though they were also joined by most of the rest of their little cabal. "It seems that most of us are here now," he turned to the rest of their group, "Dealing with that Bridge Rat infestation is certainly an important task, and from the sound of things we'll need all of our strength in order to succeed."
 
Name: Vynniran
Level: 1
Race: Gateway
Class: Healer
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: Steven, Aim, Grymm, Negikao
Mentioned: none

Vynniran realized she hadn't even bothered to look at the quest board.
"Excuse me." She says as she stands up, walking to the board near the tavern's front door and quickly scanned it.
She immediately spotted the infestation Steven had mentioned. She scrunched up her nose. The payout consisted simply of the remains of the beasts they killed, and fighting giant rats promised to be as disgusting as it was degrading. What a terrible job, but no doubt Steven would be anxious to save those poor peasants. She moved on, and noticed a desperate plea for help from some pitiful woman who had her daughter kidnapped. No mention of any payment. Tsk. As if.
And finally, she saw the Bridge Lords' job. Ooh, interesting. Sneak into the palace? The palace full of gold, wine and luxury? Of course, the main part of the job was to guard the prisoners after the fact, but even that would be fun, having those pretentious monarchs under her heel... And the payout wasn't half bad. Not as good as she'd like, but decent nonetheless. Hmm.
She quickly returned to her seat, already in a better mood.
"We should probably take the gang's job. That infestation isn't going anywhere, but if those thugs pull this off without us, we'll miss our chance to get any decent payout at all." she stated with a self-satisfied smile. Her logic was obviously flawless, of course, and they'd clearly have to do as she wished, for once, and she'd get to enjoy herself for a while. Perfect.
 
Name: Aim
Level: 1
Race: Greater Slime
Class: Thief
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: Vryn
Mentioned: Vryn's Sweetheart

~*~

Aim laughs, barking, hard, and quick. "What a coincidence," he says, eyes literally twinkling, as he extracts a ragged beltpouch from one of his voluminous coat pockets. "Because I stole his on his way out through the downstairs cellar exit, probably to make a quick jaunt through the sewers to the local Guild - I can't think of any other reason he'd want such a secretive exit, and no cutpurse works without the Guild's stamp."

He dangles the purse by a fringed string with a smile, lightly swinging it back and forth with a pendulum. "You know, all things considered, they're probably the one behind the rat contract. Not like the aristocracy would consent to live anywhere near rats, after all . . ."
 
Name: No
Level: 1
Race: Dragon
Class: Warrior
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - No's Bedroom to Main Lounge Table with Group
Tagging: Vynn, Rest of Party, Open Mentioned: Beau Bey


The bear fur blanket was crumpled in a heap at the end of the bed, and cotton sheets were whipped like cream upon a feather-stuffed mattress. Surrounding the bed were bottles of spirits, two tin mugs of ale, and a turned over medium-sized keg that permeated the bedroom with the various odors that thickened the air with a unique musk—sour-air, sex, and alcohol.

A large man was sprawled across the mattress with his head partially buried in a feather-stuffed pillow and mouth hanging open as he appeared to have passed on last night. At least that was how he was going to feel when he woke up. His barreled, tattooed chest rose and fell with his deep breaths as his snores sawed throughout the room.

At his stomach was a form that the covers outlined into the shape of a woman. Her creamy hand reached out from beneath the blankets to fold them over and reveal her naked form. Her blonde hair was scattered like a bird’s nest, some pieces stuck together from dried sweat and another unorthodox hair product (semen). The girl laid there pathetically, her large tits, laying in her arms as she slowly cracked open her pretty blue eyes.

Fuck you, bitches, the juicy Beau Bey thought.

Last night when that one party had entered and the girls were drawing straws on who they would try to seduce first, neither of them had wanted the warrior.

Oh come on, Boo-Boo! I bet he has the biggest cock!

You think I care about that? I’m not trying to get my pelvis shattered!

But Boo-Boo, you have a better shot than any of us. You’re blonde. You’re like the damsel in distress stereotype all men crave.

Jezzy’s blonde!

Yee~h, but me tits nay as big as yours cow. Ya jus’ needa’ clang them bells of yers, an’ the men be comin’ like the rain.

Fuck all of you! I swear if the doc says I can’t have any kids, I’m gonna remember this day!

She was so sore. Shit, she still hadn’t even picked his wallet yet. It had taken an entire keg to put the lug under!

Beau craned her head back and saw only the chin of the man who had…fuck, she couldn’t deny it. His dick had been different in a special kind of way…No; it had been amazing. She figured that he had to have been inhuman and now that she could see his teeth, she wasn’t at all surprised.

An ogre? she wondered. No; the warrior was too handsome to be such a disgusting creature.

Beau rested a hand on his abdomen and slowly and with slight pained difficulty sat upwards. A startling sound ripped loudly through the air, and she had even felt its horn-like decibles, vibrating through the mattress. The warrior’s teeth came together in the most immature and amused grin as he informed, “I was holdin’ that in, but ya had to go and force it out ov’ me.”

“Ew!” Beau shrieked. Had she said he wasn’t disgusting? She took it back right then and there. She turned to escape the affronting smell of rotten eggs and meat when she found her waist locked within two muscular arms.

No had snagged the blonde before she could crawl from the bed to trap her with his stench. “Where do ya think you’re goin’?”

“No!” Beau squealed before clapping her hands over her mouth and nose, her eyes squinting as though she were trapped in a smokescreen.

No flashed his sharp teeth at her before he pinned her flat upon her back, pinning her biceps beneath his large hands. The warrior loomed over her, his shadow settling over her like a blanket. Beau’s nose wrinkled and cheeks were inflated as she tried her hardest to continue to hold her breath.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” he chuckled. “I got some wood that needs softenin’ this mornin’. How ‘bout it, girl?”

Before Beau could protest, No lowered his mouth to her tits and clamped her pink, bulbous nipple between his lips. He suckled and pulled upon it before lapping her warm bulb of flesh with his hot and sticky black tongue. Beau uttered a muffled moan, biting her lips as she squirmed beneath him. Her toes curled as she twisted from side to side, trying to free herself from being pinned beneath him. Her face was starting to turn blue.

No feasted on her tits, snagging both nipples between his teeth and tugging on them. Beau’s face scrunched up as she tried to resist crying out in wanton abandon. She looked back to see an empty bottle of spirits on the table next to the bed and desperately started to reach for it.

Giggling impishly, No released Beau’s nipples and said, “Hee, hee, hee; just breathe already. I know ya want to-”

No’s golden spheres swelled as contents from his stomach suddenly surged up his throat and out his mouth in a deluge of chum.

URGHL!

Bathed in foul vomit and alcohol-smelling slime and speckled in gelatinous chunks of partially digested bread and meat from last night’s dinner, Beau’s eyes shrank in stunned horror before she released her pent-up breath on a scream comparable to bloody murder.

CRASH!

Downstairs at the Table with Friends

The warrior was adjusting his armor, tugging on a few belts here and there as he carried his massive sword over to the table. Pulling out a chair, he rested his blade against the table before he lowered himself into the wooden seat. His blonde hair was dark-red with a mixture of blood and glistened with several shards of glass. The dragon had an irritable pout on his face as he sat among his friends with dried blood streams trailing down his cheeks to his chin. The first person No glanced to was Vynn, knowing well how much she liked to get her tentacles wet.

“Touch me, and I’ll kill you,” No warned. He wasn’t in a good mood. How did a night of endless ale and good sex turn into such a mess—literally.

“Before anyone asks…I farted, and then I upchucked all over her. Bitch tried t’steal my gold any way…I spent it all on booze.”

There apparently was no secrets with No. He didn’t give a fuck to share. What was first impression again? He then tried to redeem his bad morning by turning his chair to the side so he could cross one leg over top of the other and sit back proudly in his chair.

“Shit. Once ya had dragon cock, ya know ya had the best!” He threw back his head to proudly laugh. “HA HA HA!”

Instantly, No had second thoughts as he dropped his leg upon the floor and cast a worried look to the group.

“Ya don’t think she’s gonna ban me, do ya? I kinda’ like it here.”
 
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Name: Sir Steven Folcard
Level: 1
Race: Human
Class: Knight
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: Negikao, Aim, Vynn, Grymm, No

As the man known as No sauntered over to their table, Sir Steven couldn't help but grimace. "We didn't ask. I think we know better than to at this point." Not that not asking ever helped; No wasn't exactly a man of restraint, even when it came to his more mundane hobbies. "If it makes you feel any better though, after all the things you've done to the ladies here I can't imagine that this would be the straw that breaks the camel's back."

A thought occurred to Steven as he spoke though, "Still, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to build up a little good-will with the locals. You know, give yourself a little breathing room before your next big..." He paused for a moment, as though thinking of the right word, "...Incident. There's a job on the Quest Board, apparently the Bridge Rat problem's gotten a bit worse and they need someone to take care of them. Do that and I'm sure you'll get a bit of leeway for a while at least."
 
Name: No
Level: 1
Race: Dragon
Class: Warrior
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - No's Bedroom to Main Lounge Table with Group
Tagging: Steven, Open Mentioned: Beau Bey, Jezebel


A normal man might have been insulted by Sir Steven’s advice, but as already established, No was no normal man if not a man at all. He grasped his chin as he mused over the knight’s…optimism. He then grinned happily.

“You’re right.” Completely agreeing with Steven’s hindsight about all of the pleasant, if at times, horrible things he has put the tavern wenches through. Being a dragon, he was a little naïve when it came to human culture and was willing to listen to advice.

“Huntin’ rats, eh? If I bring’em their fur, they’ll ‘ave more blankets for the beds, and if I bring’em their teeth they got cuttin’ tools or perhaps even a necklace.”

Unfortunately, flea and plague-infested rat fur and stained yellow rat teeth weren’t attractive items to…not just women. But to anyone!

No continued to think aloud to himself. He was actually considering the idea.

“The tails make good ropes or maybe even a belt. Ah! And I bet we kin make a pretteh penny sellin’ rat steaks!”

He swallowed some drool that had started to well in his mouth. He was getting hungry.

“Steaks sound ‘bout good right now.”

Suddenly, the dragon slammed his fist upon the table and leaned back in his chair to yell:

“OY! WE PAYIN’ YA TO SLEEP IN? THE KITCHEN OPEN YET?”

Who is that screamin’?

Jezebel marched out from the kitchen to stand before the bar with her hands resting on her hips. She wrinkled her nose when she saw it was No.

“Why am I not surprised, a big dumb lout shoutin’ fo’ his meal like he me husband!” Jezebel growled.

“I’m not ya husband, but I’m a payin’ customer!”

“Pay? Whot pay? Ye haven’t paid me nothin’.”

No scowled. “What kinda’ business is this?”

“Ye paid Beau Bey. Ye didn’t pay me, and I heard ye gon’ dumped ye guts on her. Ha! See if she make ye breakfast!”

No pathetically rested his head upon the table. It just wasn’t fair!
 
Name: Negikao
Level: 1
Race: Half Elf
Class: Ranger
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - at the table in the main lounge.
Tagging: Steven, Vynn, and Aim
Mentioned: No

Negi scrunched up her nose in disgust at the dragon before shaking her head and turning her attention back to the rest. "Well, we have to agree soon. Vynn, while I agree the payout from the king's request would be more beneficial monetarily speaking, I have to agree that the rats would offer a good standing with the locals, thus making the rest of our work here in Bridgewater infinitely easier... To a point." She cast a degrading glance at No.

Negi had not been raised in luxury, but she had not been long as an adventurer either, so her knowledge and acceptance of the crude behavior of some of her would-be teammates set her off a little. She could not deny, though, her interest in Sir Steven. Now, there was what seemed like a regular gentleman. Aim was also on the likeable side in her eyes, as he minded his own business it seemed, but time would only tell. She glanced about the table at their "merry" little band.
 
Name: Aim
Level: 1
Race: Greater Slime
Class: Thief
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: Negi, Steve
Mentioned: Locals

~*~

Aim's smile slides sideways into a crooked grin, lowering his voice somewhat. "Good point, little lady. I'd also point out the dangers of siding with the king against his people in a quest, then staying in an inn full of those people that night. If we want the king's coin, we move out that night. I don't want to pick fights with the local mafia just yet."
 
Name: Sir Steven Folcard
Level: 1
Race: Human
Class: Knight
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: Aim, Negikao
Mentioned: King Willy

"I'd argue that if we do enough jobs like the Bridge Rat one it won't matter if we do jobs for the king occasionally," Steven said as he leaned back in his chair, "But for the moment I agree. His majesty...isn't exactly the most popular person at the moment." From someone like the young knight, this was akin to saying that most people would give him a good kick if they thought they'd get away with it. "It might be better to hold off on showing any support to him before we're more...established."
 
Name: No
Level: 1
Race: Dragon
Class: Warrior
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - No's Bedroom to Main Lounge Table with Group
Tagging: Negikao, Open Mentioned: N/A


…To a point.

No’s brows knitted together when he felt a certain whiny elf’s voice in his direction. The dragon sat up in his seat, raising his head off the table. With an extended pinky, he dug into his ear, tilting his head to the side as he pretended to clean it.

“There must be somethin’ wrong with my ears. I swore I heard an elf bitchin’.”

Dropping his hand, No cast a nonchalant glance directly at Negikao. He leaned forward, curling an arm upon the table and gave her a condescending grin.

“Last thin’ I need is to be critiqued by tha’ driest bitch in here. Your shit stinks just as bad as mine. Fuck…”

The warrior proudly raised his chin. “I’m an asset on this team whetha’ ya like it or not donkey ears.”
 
GM: Bridge Rat Infestation

Boss Name: The Rat King
Minions: 5,000 plague-infested, flea-bitten, dirty Bridge Rats
Status Effect: Plague
Boss Weakness: To be discovered by party.
GM Strategical Advice: Don't try to take the swarm of rats on directly. Treat them as though they can infect anyone and devour them faster than a puddle of piranhas. Besides those details, they're just normal rats.



A manhole cover deep in the slums of Bridgewater started to quake, catching the dreary eyes of an old, filthy and wrinkled man who squatted on the street before a piss pot that he used as a charity dish. The man was draped in long, holey cloth that bore a hood that covered the long and thin stark-white hair that hung from his scalp. His grey eyes settled upon the clattering sewer cover, listening as the sounds grew louder until a gray geyser erupted from beneath it.

The old pauper screamed in startle as his large, panicked eyes followed the wavering grey tower of…rats? Were those rats? The rodents tumbled like rain from the sky some dying on impact, cracking upon the cobbled streets while those lucky enough landed on their bodies. The old man stood to try and run, hobbling as he went and swinging his arms to walk faster, but the gray critters were everywhere. They moved like water quickly covering the streets. They started climbing the old man, sinking their diseased teeth into his wrinkly flesh. The man slapped at them and did his best to shake most of them off, but a rat biting into his Achilles caused him to fall and his body vanished beneath the thousands of bodies that scurried over it. A bloody, skeletal hand rose out of the rat current, reaching desperately toward the heavens before it was snapped free and carried away by the stream of vermin.

It emerged from the sewer. Its hands were massive and clawed like a mole’s. The hunched back abomination swelled like a zit from the sewer, surfacing through several rats that scurried in and out of the various hollow holes that covered its hump of a back. The beast moved with the speed of a tortoise. From its mouth breathed a dark gas and from its bony beak dripped a brown saliva. It followed after the rats that swarmed the city, devouring everything organic that dare inhabit above ground.

Outside the Greased Oak

People were running in droves, crying out in horror.

RATS! THE RATS ARE HERE! RUN! RUU~N!

IT’S THE RAT KING! WE’RE DOOMED! HE’S COME TO CLAIM BRIDGEWATER!

It sounded like a distant storm that was steadily approaching, and instead of rumbling and booming, it squeaked and squealed. Thousands of squeals filled the air outside. The rats would arrive any moment!
 
Name: Negikao
Level: 1
Race: Half Elf
Class: Ranger
Date/Time: Day 1 / Late Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - From the table to the entry of the inn
Tagging: The whole team
Mentioned: N/A

Negi heard the commotion outside and was instantly on her feet, her "donkey ears" twitching at the sounds. She reached back, stroking the feathers on one of her arrows, and made her way to the door. The streets were absolute chaos and there was a disconcerting rumble in the distance.

"The rats! The rats are coming!"

Negi heard the woman's cry as she ran past, stumbling on her dress and almost landing on her face in the middle of the street.

"Uh, guys? I think the decision has been made for us. We need to move, NOW."
 
Name: Vynniran
Level: 1
Race: Gateway
Class: Healer
Date/Time: Day 1 / Late Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: The party
Mentioned: N/A

Vynn frowned the second she heard the commotion outside. She remained completely still as Negikao walked over to the main entrance, and only moved when she announced their impromptu change of plans. Her eyes almost glowing purple in frustration, she slammed both hands on the table with a grunt as she stood up in a jump, knocking her chair over. She glared daggers at the boisterous dragon.
"Well, I guess it's time for you to prove how much of an 'asset' you are, beast." And with that, she went and joined the elf at the door.
She stopped on the way, though. Just for a second, to take another look at the quest board. She had been momentarily confused when they started talking about doing the guard job for the king. Weren't they helping to kidnap the royal family?
Apparently no, they weren't. In her haste, she had missed the fact that the job was to guard the monarchs against the thugs. Oh damn. Well, fortunately she hadn't actually said anything that might indicate she thought otherwise. How embarrassing that would have been. But that did nothing to help her increasingly terrible mood.
By the time she joined Negikao at the door, she was practically vibrating with fury. But her darts could only do so much, and it was a terrible idea to to attack the mass of writhing flesh on her own.
So she turned to the rest of the team, and spit through her gritted teeth. "Well? Get to work, will you?!"
 
Name: Grymm
Level: 1
Race: Tiefling
Class: Mage
Date/Time: Day 1 / Late Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: The party
Mentioned:

Grymm stood up from the table, the rest of his party having moved towards the entrance. Turning and walking the opposite direction, he made his way upstairs, to the bedrooms. Opening one of the doors, he saw a man lying on his back in the bed with Minet Onatopp kneeling between his legs, her lips wrapped around his cock. Grymm ignored the protests of the two as he strode across the room to the window overlooking the front street outside.

Finally turning around to acknowledge the two, he said, "Feel free to continue, but it might get a little warm in here," and with that, he snapped his fingers, igniting a snall ball of flame, preparing himself for the deluge of rats that was going to be coming down the street.
 
Name: Sir Steven Folcard
Level: 1
Race: Human
Class: Knight
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: The Party

At first Steven ignored the clamor coming from outside the tavern; it was hardly the first time a fight had broken out in the streets after all. When the screams started though he immediately jumped to attention. Peering out one of the windows, the knight drew his swords as he looked out at the massive number of rats flooding the streets. "This is...not optimal." He turned to see Grymm heading up the stairs, no doubt planning on raining death on the swarm from above.

He then turned to No, "I think a little of your fire breath would be useful here, eh?" All the rats bunched up like they were, a good sized flame would take out a fair few of them.
 
Name: Aim
Level: 1
Race: Greater Slime
Class: Thief
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - Main Room
Tagging: Steve, No
Mentioned: Vrynn

~*~

Aim yawns, kips up to his feet, and begins to snatch bottles of alcohol from each table, tossing them idly across the room to crash and shatter at the door, spreading their contents and glass all over the floor. Swiftly, the floor reaches 80 proof, although also probably tasting quite foul.

"Light that up when the rats show, will you?" he asks No, holding one last one in his hand that he cracks the top off of, proffering it to Stevie the Wonder Paladin in the meanwhile. "For everyone else that isn't eight feet of brute, stay off the floor and throw flammable stuff on the rats, let Chief Biceps do his thing."

Suiting words to action, he leaps lightly atop a table beside the wall and shimmies up onto a rafter with liquid agility, where he rabbits across to a chandelier, stealing a candle there with a pyromaniac's grin. "Ladies and gentlemen, behold: fire solves everything!"
 
Name: No
Level: 1
Race: Dragon
Class: Warrior
Date/Time: Day 1 / Morning
Location: Bridgewater - Greased Oak Tavern - No's Bedroom to Main Lounge Table with Group
Tagging: Party, Open Mentioned: The Rats


No watched curiously as Negi’s ears twitched, and then soon she rose to her feet, heading for the tavern door.

Uh, guys? I think the decision has been made for us. We need to move, NOW.

The healer’s loud and abrupt reaction got the dragon’s attention next. Was that necessary? His thoughts seemed hypocritical after he had just slammed his fist upon the table some time ago.

Well, I guess it’s time for you to prove how much of an ‘asset’ you are, beast.

No scowled and scooted back his chair. He rose to his feet and rested his hand upon the lengthy hilt of his sword.

“Heh, rat steaks are the future,” he was still adamant about his get-rich-quick scheme.

The mage left next to who knew where. He didn’t see him as much of a hider despite him being antisocial and self-conscious about his looks.

The knight walked over to a window to survey the severity of the situation.

This is…not optimal.

No arched a brow. “How many is it?”

The knight looked at him and then said: I think a little of your fire breath would be useful here, eh?

The dragon rested a hand on his hip and tossed his head back with a guffaw.

“Really?...” He then peered over his shoulder at Jezebel and said loud enough for her to hear, “If only I had had some breakfast. I’d have ‘nuff fuel to burn this tavern down with the rats and people in it.”

Jezebel was already hiding on top of the bar counter in case the rats flooded in. Unfortunately, she didn’t think she was at a safe enough height to avoid being eaten by them.

“There be no time t’be feedin’ ye! The kitchen will be all but gone when t’ey get here!”

Aim started lobbing bottles at the door of the tavern where Negi and Vynn stood. He either didn’t care that the two women were standing there or he expected them to move out the way.

Light that up when the rats show, will you?

Everyone was relying on him. No bowed his head to hide the proud and egotistical smirk that quirked hard on his face.

“I’ll see what I can muster up.”

The warrior swung his great sword behind his back and slipped it into the metal rungs that held it in place. He then spread his arms, gesturing for Vynn and Negi to clear away from the entrance.

“Everyone get back. I’d get the folks in this tavern somewhere up high—like where Jelly Man (Aim) is. Whatever I can’t burn still might come through the door!”

No exhaled long and deep out his mouth and then began inhaling deeply through his nostrils. His lung capacity was like a vacuum, sucking in the air as his broad chest expanded. His golden eyes became brighter in color and his pupils thinned into slits. Fire licked like tongues from the seams of his lips as he held in the swirling inferno that charged in his chest. Smoke was rising from his shoulders. No’s chin was raised a little as he tried to contain the blaze that wanted to erupt from him.

Any minute now, he thought. Oh god, it was becoming unbearable.

Suddenly the rodents’ squeaks quieted down. Not a single rat barged through the tavern entrance. Instead, a lone rat scampered up to the window that Sir Steven had been looking through and stared at all the occupants within the tavern. No’s brows rose curiously as the rat looked around and then started squeaking as though it were relaying information to its comrades. The rat jumped down from the window, and if the party looked outside, they would find that the rats were changing directions. It was as though they were changing strategies and heading to the back of the tavern.

No was left there struggling with his blast. Tears appeared within his eyes as he tried to extinguish the flames he had worked so hard to build within himself.

What the fuck!? he thought. He was going to have major heartburn. If he couldn’t contain the fire, then the tavern would go up in flames for not!
 
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