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The tavern "The Lesson of Alcohol" was named out of spite and contempt.
One of the several forces that was able to capture and hold the city of Val Salia for any length of time, belonged to a particularly powerful noble house from Akalos. The occupation lasted just long enough for the invading force to begin construction of its own buildings, which included a high-walled mustering yard, and a smaller attached wooden building.
The stonework structure was meant to be something of a gatehouse, once the city had been ringed with a similarly tall and solid stonework wall, but this was never constructed, as House Ivenmoth (aided by the vast majority of the city's permanent populace) was inevitably able to drive off the invading force soon thereafter.
The noble held to the Akalosian custom of giving structures poetic, flourishing names, and the meeting house that was built to accommodate the noble and his high-ranking companions during the early stages of the siege was given the name "The Lesson of Might," as it was intended to be the first of many new structures that would spring up around the city under his leadership. The name "lesson of might" was intended to be the first structure to be named as a lesson of some sort. The first one, by which they were conquered, was might. Future installments were intended to be things such as "The Lesson of Obedience," intended to be the headquarters for the city's new lawmaking force, and "The Lesson of Knowledge," a grand library and study hall.
When the revolt happened (sparked by a mass poisoning of the invading forces garrisoned within the city), the structure was claimed by the locals, and was repurposed into a bar, and given its new name to spite its original intention and the man who built it.
From its walls hangs a repository of the banners and armaments of all the forces that have tried and failed to take and hold the city over the years, a monument to the endurance of the city and its people in the face of those who would see them conquered.
The entryway used to feature the polished, grinning skeleton of the patriarch of the Akalosian noble house, with a beer mug attached to his skeletal hand, welcoming the customers inwards in a rather undignified pose, but his remains were eventually relinquished to his descendants in his homeland as part of a rather lucrative trade deal House Ivenmoth struck with Akalos many years later.
While far from the largest tavern in the city, it is cherished by the locals, and never lacks for patrons.
Caedere does character colors/shades
The tavern "The Lesson of Alcohol" was named out of spite and contempt.
One of the several forces that was able to capture and hold the city of Val Salia for any length of time, belonged to a particularly powerful noble house from Akalos. The occupation lasted just long enough for the invading force to begin construction of its own buildings, which included a high-walled mustering yard, and a smaller attached wooden building.
The stonework structure was meant to be something of a gatehouse, once the city had been ringed with a similarly tall and solid stonework wall, but this was never constructed, as House Ivenmoth (aided by the vast majority of the city's permanent populace) was inevitably able to drive off the invading force soon thereafter.
The noble held to the Akalosian custom of giving structures poetic, flourishing names, and the meeting house that was built to accommodate the noble and his high-ranking companions during the early stages of the siege was given the name "The Lesson of Might," as it was intended to be the first of many new structures that would spring up around the city under his leadership. The name "lesson of might" was intended to be the first structure to be named as a lesson of some sort. The first one, by which they were conquered, was might. Future installments were intended to be things such as "The Lesson of Obedience," intended to be the headquarters for the city's new lawmaking force, and "The Lesson of Knowledge," a grand library and study hall.
When the revolt happened (sparked by a mass poisoning of the invading forces garrisoned within the city), the structure was claimed by the locals, and was repurposed into a bar, and given its new name to spite its original intention and the man who built it.
From its walls hangs a repository of the banners and armaments of all the forces that have tried and failed to take and hold the city over the years, a monument to the endurance of the city and its people in the face of those who would see them conquered.
The entryway used to feature the polished, grinning skeleton of the patriarch of the Akalosian noble house, with a beer mug attached to his skeletal hand, welcoming the customers inwards in a rather undignified pose, but his remains were eventually relinquished to his descendants in his homeland as part of a rather lucrative trade deal House Ivenmoth struck with Akalos many years later.
While far from the largest tavern in the city, it is cherished by the locals, and never lacks for patrons.

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Been there XD
Alarm bells started ringing first when i replied to an apprenticeship offer for a mechatronics engineer, but at the interview it turned out that they made a mistake and aren't even employing those. They asked me if i would like to be an industrial mechanic instead and my literal answer was "Yeah, why not, i guess?". Been working in that madhouse for 8 years now X_X
Alarm bells started ringing first when i replied to an apprenticeship offer for a mechatronics engineer, but at the interview it turned out that they made a mistake and aren't even employing those. They asked me if i would like to be an industrial mechanic instead and my literal answer was "Yeah, why not, i guess?". Been working in that madhouse for 8 years now X_X
Kass' sour gripe reminds me of a real life psychological phenomenon called koro. It's basically a pathological delusion that one's genitals (or breasts) are shrinking and disappearing out of sight, thus robbing one of their masculinity (or in rarer cases, femininity) and ultimately, their life. It's mostly a thing in Chinese, Korean, and Southeast Asian cultures rather than Western ones, and sufferers can really damage themselves trying desperately to not lose those bits and bobs, like hang weights on those things or constantly pull at those things.
It's a psychosis in real life, but what about in a world where it could actually happen?
It's a psychosis in real life, but what about in a world where it could actually happen?
Oh, that was a good hearty laugh. I especially liked Kassen's little heads-up to Craylor.
Y'know, Craylor was makin' some pretty interesting points in the earlier page, and a lot of commenters were pitchin' some interesting theories. Personally, I don't know what to think.
Y'know, Craylor was makin' some pretty interesting points in the earlier page, and a lot of commenters were pitchin' some interesting theories. Personally, I don't know what to think.
Is that gonna be a thing for her, maybe just hanging out in the male latrines, making urinators uncomfortable by talking about when she was a he, and advising guys to not take their dong for granted? Sort of "cock counseling"? "Hey, wait, turn zhis way. Don't be weird, just lemme see it for a sec. ...yeah, see, MINE had zis funny little crease right zere. Hey...does your have a name? Mine did."
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