*A few signs have appeared overnight around Amia Island..*

“The Crow’s Nest Tavern & Grill”

Carved into the wooden sign with expert hand is the tavern name and a few inviting words scrawled underneath in wavy lettering the words are flanked by two sea-blue waves crashing into the turquoise letters, which read:

“Come in for a clap a’ thunder, sea dogs an’ freshwater profiteers alike! This be the finest spot on the isle if yer lookin fer good comp’ny an drinks aplenty. Blackrose’s famous spiced rum soon to be on tap“

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Plays
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Alex Kafka - The Pink wonder
Watari - "Call me Mr Hiroto...
Krad - The man who likes to touch you
Blue - ..Blue!

A small elven woman, bow in hand, stops and squints at the sign.
When she moves off, there's a slight scowl fixed on her features.

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Aly'dra Zau'ana: Priestessish Of Eilistraee
Danika Nefzen: Druid of the Earthmother
Delia Am'Anodel: Paladin of Torm

A skull-masked human male clad in green armour stops to inspect the sign.

He remarks, to no one in particular, "..."Comp'ny"? Why did this person include their accent on a written advertisement?"

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Crow sees one of the signs and wonders who Fox was talking to about his idea for a bar, and where this place might be located, not that he plans on going in, but curious.

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*In a vast attack of viral marketing posters and signs start popping up all over the place.. Local taverns.. Outside Temples.. Etc*

“The Crow’s Nest Tavern & Grill”

Carved into the wooden sign with expert hand is the tavern name and a few inviting words scrawled underneath in wavy lettering the words are flanked by two sea-blue waves crashing into the turquoise letters, which read:

“Come in for a clap a’ thunder, sea dogs an’ freshwater profiteers alike! This be the finest spot on the isle if yer lookin fer good comp’ny an drinks aplenty. Blackrose’s famous spiced rum soon to be on tap, find us at Ceyren’s Mill, “

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Plays
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Alex Kafka - The Pink wonder
Watari - "Call me Mr Hiroto...
Krad - The man who likes to touch you
Blue - ..Blue!

Considering she is an oft-frequenter of taverns and not merely the barkeeper of one in particular, Jessie Fairechild inevitably runs into one of these posters and looks it over, thinking it's a new place she and Tomar can hit when they're out on their treasure-hunting adventures.

When she sees that it's citing Ceyren's Mill, however, she takes a pause and blinks. "What the hells?" --and calls Tomar over.

"What the hells is this?" she says in a loud and irritated voice. "I gotta write a [censored] letter to Savrianna."

She snatches the poster down and marches off to stuff it in an envelope with a personal missive to one Savrianna Brinston.

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Any signs placed in and around Ceyren's Mill are swiftly detroyed. Some can be found cloven in two, while others seems to have been the victem of a violent explotion.

Any sign that a certain dark, feminine entity, clad in black robes and a menacing mask of gold and rubies, finds would be swiftly destroyed in a whirling rush of Negative Energy.

"Caraigh will not be restored!"

Natia quickly rushes to the nearest fire throwing a pitcher of water on it. She then remembers the three sleeping downstairs and quick rushes to awake them. She shakes awake the Captain, "Fire! Wake up!" then shakes the mage and kicks the quartermaster. "Hurry! Help me get these fires out!"

*Almost a moment the quartermaster was kicked, a scimitar would shoot itself near the source, planting itself into the ground about him.*

"Baghhh!! What're ya blubberin' bout nao! Why tha feck're ya-"

*Upon being told himself about the fire, quickly the one legged pirate would hobble his way upstairs, throwing open the door, letting out a low and angry huff, and trying to think on his peg. Without a word he bumbles back downstairs, grabbing the barrels below the stairs, dumping them of their contents, and chucking three to the top of the stairs, carrying three under each arm as he slams his way back up. He proceeds to kick the barrels across the room, trying to work with what little he could do, hoping if nothing else, the mage and the Captain could keep the magic from spreading. He's kick the barrels outside, making his way with them to the broken door lying upon the ground, placing the 9 empty barrels upon it, and tying a hemp rope to a hinge. What was going on inside at this time was but a mystery, but he continued working, none the less, dragging the door with the barrels to the conveniently close river, that leads to the falls, dumping them in, filling them as fast as he could, using his only benefit, his strength, to attempt to drag the door loaded with 9 waterlogged barrels, back to the inn, spilling one over on a bump, and leaving it behind.

Provided he made it in time, again, without more than an angry grunt, he would begin to launch water from the barrels at the walls, quite ready, to go down with this ship.*

*At night under the cover of darkness a lone figure could be seen near the portal at the mill. By her outline she had the curves of a solidly built female. Her eyes were wide and desparite; the look of the lost. She would make her way to the Inn and her plaintive cries could be heard outside*
"Mor ?!
Captain ?!
Erik ?!
WATARI ?!"
*She could be seen within placing several bottles upon the counter.Like flowers upon a tombstone-a fitting tribute to a cold and lifeless place. She would draw in a shuddering breath after a few moments silence and steal back out into the night after a sharp salute*

James crept into the Mill. He wasn't having anything more to do with the damned war, but the Bar, the Bar was important. His friends and he fought tooth and nail against those who tried to kick them out. He hadn't seen them in a long time and decided that if he were to find them, the Crows Nest would be the first place to look.

He entered the Nest and found the bottles placed there, and took one, looking at it. His favorite whiskey. He looked around... and saw nobody. So, dragging his stool to the dark corner, where he had sat as a bouncer, he sat down, sword across his knee, as was usual, and, nursing his favorite whiskey.

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I hated hipsters before hating them was cool.