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In defence of an old pet peeve of a lot of roleplayers. A bit of a hot take to some, but here I explain why I think a tavern is a fine place to start, as long as you’ve done the rest of the ground work.
Today’s sonnet:
One fateful day six souls did start,
Some went for honour, some for gold,
Where they’d be headed, none could chart,
This fateful eve, in Thistle hold.
An odd selection, I admit,
Who ever saw such strange a crowd,
Before they’d know it, they’d commit,
To fates hidden in darkest shroud.
A rude awakening of scale,
Disaster that in legend stem,
They pondered choice, to no avail,
As destiny made it for them.
And thus, the troupe was now enrolled,
One fateful night in Thistle hold.