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[Ross Vernal]

Once upon a time, you were a god. At least, that's what you remember. They took so much away... now, you're just an incarnation of the God you once were. You were a god of, among other things, alcohol and [Major Domain], with additional Divine abilities in [Lesser Domain] and [Lesser Domain].

Naturally, being the god of alcohol lent itself to your chosen mortal profession: bartending!

With some funds that appeared with you one fine summer day, you walked into [City Name] and bought a:

- two-story roadhouse near the main gate (Stable/Location)
- a warehouse with a basement in the poor district (Gambling/Brothel)
- a berth on the dock for the sailors (Security/Gambling)
- a small upstairs location in the merchant's district (Discount/Location)
- Make something up, two bonuses

hung a sign with a grinning blue shark outside, started brewing your two signature beers: [Pick two styles and name them!], as well as your famous [Meal] and your not-quite-as-famous [Meal] and [Appetizer]. To accompany the beer, you also purchased [Type of high quality hard alcohol, low quality hard alcohol, good wine, house wine, and cheap wine].

Your tavern isn't without staff - you have a High Priest and two Laypeople, who help you run the whole operation. You never really gave it a name, just relied on the sign; people call it the "Grinning Fish" or the "Blue Shark" or "That one bar that feels kinda like a temple for some reason?"

[An idea I've been having. I'll add more details as choices get made.

As a god, you embody certain concepts. The Major Aspects are the domains that are yours either exclusively or that you are the best at. The Minor Aspects are domains you share with others.

Pick whatever you like; I'll post to reflect what the templebar would look like and your staff's skills.]

[escaped lurker]

Once upon a time, you were a god. At least, that's what you remember. They took so much away... now, you're just an incarnation of the God you once were. You were a god of, among other things, alcohol and [Death], with additional Divine abilities in [Decay] and [Music].

Naturally, being the god of alcohol lent itself to your chosen mortal profession: bartending!

With some funds that appeared with you one fine summer day, you walked into [Ferret-Burgh] and bought an abandoned shrine in the temple district (Powers, In/famy), hung a sign with a grinning blue shark outside, started brewing your two signature beers: The Dark Ale "Undertaker" and The Cream Ale "Soothbringer", as well as your famous [Rare-Cheese-Plate] and your not-quite-as-famous [Fermented Fruits] and [Yogurt]. To accompany the beer, you also purchased [Skotch, Borbon, Cider, Persimon-Wine, and Mead].

Your tavern isn't without staff - you have a High Priest and two Laypeople, who help you run the whole operation. You never really gave it a name, just relied on the sign; people call it the "Grinning Fish" or the "Blue Shark" or "That one bar that feels kinda like a temple for - heh - some~ reason?"

My - not overly serious - spin on this matter. Dis/Regard at your own leisure. ;3

[The Froggy Ninja]

Major aspect: magic
Minor aspects: parties, inventing.
- a small upstairs location in the merchant's district (Discount/Location)
I don't know about the rest.
Reasons Edit: I think that with magic and inventing aspects we could make a super efficient brewery that makes magic booze.

[Remuthra]

Major Domain: Coffee
Minor Aspects: Wealth, Intrigue
City Name: Rickshaw
Location: Dock Berth
Beer: Dwarven Blazestout, Liquid Gold
Food: Tomatoes' Blood Stew, Arrowhawk Roast, Cheese Golem Nachos
Alcohol: Nightbringer Ale, Frenzywater, Panxixte's Number Nine, Argent Wine, Traveler's Companion
Take all or part as you wish.

[Ross Vernal]

I'd like to get at least one more suggestion in before I compile.

As of right now,

"The god of Black Magic - death and decay, sacrifice, blood, metal music, and the blackest of all beverages: coffee.

You also have the superpowers of having a lot of money and being inventive, so you're basically Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark with black magic instead of technology."

[Ross Vernal]

A-bump.

For the sake of canon, you're meditating now before opening time.

[darkpaladin109]

Once upon a time, you were a god. At least, that's what you remember. They took so much away... now, you're just an incarnation of the God you once were. You were a god of, among other things, alcohol and flirting, with additional Divine abilities in bad pick-up lines and cannibalism.

Naturally, being the god of alcohol lent itself to your chosen mortal profession: bartending!

With some funds that appeared with you one fine summer day, you walked into the city of green skinned space babes and bought a a warehouse with a basement in the poor district (Gambling/Brothel), hung a sign with a grinning blue shark outside, started brewing your two signature beers: The Love Potion and Liquid Liver, as well as your famous Real Human Heart on a Platter and your not-quite-as-famous Bowl of Pig Hearts and Heart shaped cookies made out of human organs. To accompany the beer, you also purchased Liverblaster 9000, The Gurgulator, Liquid Love, Fancy Sipper, Blood Wine.

Your tavern isn't without staff - you have a High Priest and two Laypeople, who help you run the whole operation. You never really gave it a name, just relied on the sign; people call it the "Grinning Fish" or the "Blue Shark" or "That one bar that feels kinda like a temple for - heh - some~ reason?"

Started with making a Johny Bravo expy, ended up making a canibal. Funny how that happens.

[Ross Vernal]

Once upon a time, you were a god. Or at least, that's what you remember. When the other gods banished you, you lost a lot of your memories and powers. While you're still a god, the little g is important - you're currently a shadow incarnation of the God you once were.  You were the Witchgod, dealing in death and all things black: alcohol, drugs, sacrifice, greed, blood, and coffee, among other things.

With some funds that appeared with you one fine summer night, you walked into the city of Ferretshaw (famous for its ferrets and thickets of mangrove trees) and purchased a curious building indeed, one with a history of inspired ,creative, stupid accidental brilliance.

Once upon a time, the building was a ship in a dock. Over time, the ocean receded, and the dock became a merchant's district. Naturally enough, ships started sinking in the mud; instead of moving, the enterprising humans simply built upwards slightly faster than the earth could swallow it. Given enough time, the power of enough determined people overcame nature, and what started as a wooden ship turned into a bar eventually became an ugly wood and stone temple that turned back into a bar. So, naturally, you, your High Priest, and two Laypeople immediately set to work on making it a functional bar and secret temple to yourself.

You hung out a sign with a grinning blue shark and opened up. You never really gave it a name, just relied on the sign; people call it the "Grinning Fish" or the "Blue Shark" or "That one bar that feels kinda like a temple for - heh - some~ reason?" It's been about a week.

It's a reasonably well-decorated place, running towards blacks and blues inside with deep shadows, and it lends itself well to the downstairs illegal gambling racket (8g income/day). The bar stools and other such equipment are very solid and favorably weighted for rational discourse on cheaters and people who misrepresent their financial situation, of course. You hide the income from the gambling through the witchcraft shop upstairs, below the actual temple and roof garden. It is here that your High Priest serves, selling petty magics and serving as an apothecary (2g income/day). Naturally, the Priest (Free) acts as a leech, or unlicensed physicker. You yourself are the bartender and cook. Your Laypeople serve as a bouncer/dealer (5g cost/day) and a server (3g cost/day). The former carries two clubs: one smooth and round, the other a charred stave with a dangerous amount of suspiciously-stained and warped sharpened metal spikes sticking through the thick part.

It matches the coffee engine behind the bar more than one would expect. Aside from a certain 2c/4c/8c Coffee (always black, honey optional, capital C for a reason), you serve a 5c dark ale (very nearly a stout) called Nightbringer and a 5c cream ale called Soothbringer, as well as an un-named lager. There's also a strong 2s Scotch without a label called "Liverblaster" by the non-drunks and "the good stuff" by your most loyal drunk; cheap 10c "Frenzywater" bourbon; a truly excellent 2s/10s cider called "Liquid Love" made from local apples; the 8c/2s house wine from persimmons; and some cheap 5s/1s mead called "Traveler's Companion" you picked up from a certain road agent at a discounted rate. Lastly, there's what your patrons know as "Shark Bile", "Fish Bile", or "The Blue Bucket", costing 1c and being made of anything alcoholic left over and poured into a blue barrel. It's vile and strong.

Aside from booze, you serve a famous 5s local dish consisting of baked corn chips with beans, rice, melted cheese, chicken, tomatoes, pepper, and assorted greens - nachos. You also offer 2s "blood stew", consisting of red meat cooked in your beer, herbs, and its own juices for hours until it falls apart, then mixed with a mildly fruit-and-barley stew. Lastly, for appetizers, you serve 5c plain yogurt with roast catch-of-the-day and cornbread.

All was going well until yesterday. When you opened, ignoring Old Drunk's snores from his designated corner, some intriguing gentleman entered and suggested that you provide their organization with "protection" money, politely resting their hands on weapons and implying that it was suddenly unsafe to operate a gambling organization in this neighborhood without the sanction of their organization. They invited themselves back today. Within minutes, in fact.

What exactly are you going to do about this?

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Spoiler: Stats (click to show/hide)

Pisces Rictus:
Cost per tenday: 90g, including bribes, wages, and supplies
Other income per tenday: 100g
Bar income per tenday: Not set. Not many customers for the alcohol.

You:
HP/DP: 100/100
Divine Rank: 0
Money: 50g, 20s, 40c (bribe cost: everything you have)
Godly Powers:
Divine Black Lightning
Divine Coffee
Divine Brewing
Divine Cook
Divine Creation

Priest:
HP/MP: 40/70
Powers:
Black Lightning
Alchemy
Curse
Heal

Bouncer
HP/MP: 70/30
Skills:
Disarm
Power Attack
Club Specialist
Dodge

Server
HP/MP: 30/40
Skills/Spells:
Charm Person
Invisible Servant
Knife Specialist
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[Chink]

Call up our bouncer and priest, then politely demonstrate for the kind fellows how dangerous our Divine Black Lightning can be.

[darkpaladin109]

Call up our bouncer and priest, then politely demonstrate for the kind fellows how dangerous our Divine Black Lightning can be.

+1.

[Remuthra]

Call up our bouncer and priest, then politely demonstrate for the kind fellows how dangerous our Divine Black Lightning can be.

+1.

-1, just insinuate that all our money is a bit too much for insurance. Teaching them a lesson can come later, if they persist.

[Ross Vernal]

Of the "painful but survivable", "crippling", "fatal", or "permanently fatal" variety?

[Remuthra]

Depends. Eye for an eye.

[escaped lurker]

Call up our bouncer and priest, then politely demonstrate for the kind fellows how dangerous our Divine Black Lightning can be.

+1.

-1 to any directly hostile actions

Well, actually I also would be all for that, but starting a war on someones turf? Or rather, to make things clear - Do you really just want to demonstrate, or is that an un-elaborate way of saying that you want to attack them?


+1 To playing ourself up as a warlock of some kind. Give them a quarter of what they are asking, and tell them that we are sure that an understanding can be reached.

Investigate these guys asap after this. If we - as the owner of a bar - can't hear stuff through the grapevine, who else would? If they are small fries trying to make a quick buck, we always cane "take care" of the matter later. If they truly are the local mafia / thieves guild / lowlife gang, we can always paddle back and meet them with an offer that is not bleeding us dry, but also acceptable to them.