"Sometimes you need to go where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came, you wana go were you can see troubles are all the same, you wanna go were everybody knows your name."
The Dans Macarbe is a bar, a place between walls. It is the kind of bar where if someone doesn't come flying out the door as you walk by, they must be closed. And it is everywhere, somehow in every city that has ever been, in the seediest places you find the door and that plateglass window. The barkeep is the same huge man every night, and he will listen to your stories...
OOC This is kinda a different RP, fights will be permited but frowned upon. Instead you bring any preexisting charecter you want in here(you can even come in), and they have some drinks. And you talk, to one another, to the NPCs to whoever the heck you want. One last ground rule, no powers work on the barkeep, and he reserves the right to throw your ass out the door.
"I saw it, there, in the sewers...for just a second. All hunched over, skin pale white beneath those rags...so many rags. The vermin crawled about his feet like idolaters at worship, and I swear that the wind drew breath in a frightened gasp at his passing. He wore cold like a cloak and I swear that behind that smiling golden mask he was laughing at me as his curved blade rose and fell, cutting through my men. It left wounds filled with crystals of salt...the screams...the screams...and the pants....Gods! The Pants!!!"
-Captain Urtin, who salted and ate his former soldiers."Jar-Jar you're a genius!"