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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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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