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| * **Surroundings: | * **Surroundings: | ||
| - | The Poseidon Inn (commonly referred to as " | + | The Poseidon Inn (commonly referred to as " |
| ===== History and Reputation ===== | ===== History and Reputation ===== | ||
| * **Initial Ownership: | * **Initial Ownership: | ||
| - | * Space-Drinks Contract (2627): To keep the taps flowing, Esrah signed a “Bar-Desk-as-a-Service” lease with [[space_drinks_inc|Space Drinks Inc.]] The company installed a prefab alloy bar, stocked only its own labels, and stationed a [[butler_bots|Butler Bot]] barkeep nick-named “Corky.” In exchange, PI agreed to sell exclusively [[Space Beer|Space Beer]] and Orbital Spirits — cementing the saloon’s reputation as the lakefront home of Space Drinks. | + | |
| * **Gambling Legacy:** In a twist of fate, Esra lost the bar during a high-stakes Frostpunkt game to one of her own employees. That employee, in turn, lost it three months later to a fisherman who tragically perished in a storm on Lake Arla. | * **Gambling Legacy:** In a twist of fate, Esra lost the bar during a high-stakes Frostpunkt game to one of her own employees. That employee, in turn, lost it three months later to a fisherman who tragically perished in a storm on Lake Arla. | ||
| * Space-Drinks Takeover: After the fisherman’s death, Arla townsfolk ceded full stewardship to Space Drinks Inc. The company staffed the shack with two Butler Bots plus a [[cleaning_bots|Cleaning Bot]]. The revamped venue blended New Kourou’s [[space_market|Space Market]] vibe with PI’s smoked-fish snacks and raucous Frostpunkt tables — while profits still cycled back to regular patrons and local families. | * Space-Drinks Takeover: After the fisherman’s death, Arla townsfolk ceded full stewardship to Space Drinks Inc. The company staffed the shack with two Butler Bots plus a [[cleaning_bots|Cleaning Bot]]. The revamped venue blended New Kourou’s [[space_market|Space Market]] vibe with PI’s smoked-fish snacks and raucous Frostpunkt tables — while profits still cycled back to regular patrons and local families. | ||
| * **Destruction: | * **Destruction: | ||
| - | ===== Management ===== | ||
| - | Although the inn began as a private venture, it was later absorbed by Space Drinks Inc. Service Bots handled all operations, including drink dispensing, booth cleaning, and dispute mediation (usually unsuccessfully). | ||
| ===== Architectural Significance ===== | ===== Architectural Significance ===== | ||
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| * **Courtyard: | * **Courtyard: | ||
| - | ===== Look and Feel ===== | + | ===== Management |
| - | ==== Beta Age — “When | + | Although |
| - | Step through the warped wooden door and you’re hit by a wall of brine, wood-smoke, and stale Space Beer. Kerosene lamps swing from ceiling hooks, throwing greasy halos across crooked booths scarred with knife-scores and spilled dice. Corky the Butler Bot whirs behind a dull-silver bar desk, metal arms clinking bottles while its voice repeats the day’s discount in cheerful monotone. Fish-skin banners hang from rafters, drying scales glimmering like broken glass. At all hours someone’s rasping out sea shanties, a Frostpunkt cup rattles, and a fresh tray of smoked [[arlian_sunfish|Arlian Sunfish]] drips fat onto the floorboards. Fights flare as fast as they fizzle — settled by a shove into the courtyard mud or a begrudging round of Space Beer on the loser’s tab. The whole shack feels one good wave away from collapse, yet no one inside would rather drink anywhere else. | + | ===== Menu ===== |
| - | ==== Gamma Age — “After the Flames” ==== | + | | # | **Label** |
| + | | 1 | **[[Space Beer|Space Beer]]** | ||
| + | | 2 | **[[Red Dwarf Firewater|Red Dwarf Firewater]]** | Cinnamon-hot liqueur that self-warms (45 %) | Resist cold damage 1 h; must pass Con DC 12 or take 1 fire dmg | **2 K** | | ||
| + | | 3 | **[[Gravity Grog|Gravity Grog]]** | ||
| + | | 4 | **[[Starshine Schnapps|Starshine Schnapps]]** | ||
| + | | 5 | **Water** | ||
| - | In the [[the_gamma_age|Gamma Age]] only a charred outline and twisted alloy bar remain. Blackened roof beams jut like ribs against the overcast sky, and wind whistles through gaps where walls once stood. The fish-stink is gone, replaced by damp ash and wild vine that curls around melted tap lines. Frostpunkt dice lie half-buried in soot. At night, scavengers claim the ruins; by day, weather-worn memorial etchings mark the ground where gamblers once roared. Step lightly—every creak echoes the last brawl, and travelers insist that when the lake fog rolls in you can still hear dice clatter and a Butler Bot’s static-cracked greeting: “Welcome to the PI—first round’s on the lake.” | + | ===== Public Access, Operating Hours & Operational Rhythm |
| - | ===== Influence and Local Role ===== | + | |
| - | Though not officially recognized, the Poseidon Inn was the heartbeat of Arla Town. It served as a communal gathering space, a gambling den, and an unofficial arena of local justice. Disputes, romances, and worker negotiations often played out within its fish-stained walls. | + | * **Public Access:** Open to anyone |
| + | * **Opening Hours:** 15: | ||
| + | * **Operational Rhythm:** Most of the guests arrive after their work shift; last round called at 00:30. | ||
| - | ==== Beta Age ==== | ||
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| - | | # | **Label** | ||
| - | | 1 | **[[Space Beer|Space Beer]]** | ||
| - | | 2 | **[[lebensfreude_lager|Lebensfreude Lager]]** | ||
| - | | 3 | **[[slivovitz_superior|Slivovitz Superior]]** | Double-pot, oak-smoked plum brandy (48 % ABV)| After one shot +1 on Constitution saves vs. cold for 1 h (body-warming kick) | **27 K** per 250 mL wax-sealed ceramic flask| | ||
| - | | 4 | **[[Red Dwarf Firewater|Red Dwarf Firewater]]** | Cinnamon-hot liqueur that self-warms (45 %) | Resist cold damage 1 h; must pass Con DC 12 or take 1 fire dmg | **2 K** | | ||
| - | | 5 | **[[Gravity Grog|Gravity Grog]]** | ||
| - | | 6 | **[[Starshine Schnapps|Starshine Schnapps]]** | ||
| - | | 7 | **Water** | ||
| ===== Security Measures ===== | ===== Security Measures ===== | ||
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| * **Weapon Check:** In theory, patrons were asked to leave weapons at the door. In practice, enforcement was nonexistent. | * **Weapon Check:** In theory, patrons were asked to leave weapons at the door. In practice, enforcement was nonexistent. | ||
| * **Bot Surveillance: | * **Bot Surveillance: | ||
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| + | ===== Look and Feel ===== | ||
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| + | ==== Beta Age — “When the PI Still Breathed” ==== | ||
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| + | Step through the warped wooden door and you’re hit by a wall of wood-smoke, and stale Space Beer. Kerosene lamps swing from ceiling hooks, throwing greasy halos across crooked booths scarred with knife-scores and spilled dice. Corky the Butler Bot whirs behind a dull-silver bar desk, metal arms clinking bottles while its voice repeats the day’s discount in cheerful monotone. Fish-skin banners hang from rafters, drying scales glimmering like broken glass. At all hours someone’s rasping out sea shanties while a Frostpunkt cup rattles. Fights flare as fast as they fizzle — settled by a shove into the courtyard mud or a begrudging round of Space Beer on the loser’s tab. The whole shack feels one good wave away from collapse, yet no one inside would rather drink anywhere else. | ||
| + | ==== Gamma Age — “After the Flames” ==== | ||
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| + | In the [[the_gamma_age|Gamma Age]] only a charred outline and twisted alloy bar remain. Blackened roof beams jut like ribs against the overcast sky, and wind whistles through gaps where walls once stood. The stink is gone, replaced by damp ash and wild vine that curls around melted tap lines. Frostpunkt dice lie half-buried in soot. At night, scavengers claim the ruins; by day, weather-worn memorial etchings mark the ground where gamblers once roared. Step lightly—every creak echoes the last brawl, and travelers insist that when the lake fog rolls in you can still hear dice clatter and a Butler Bot’s static-cracked greeting: “Welcome to the PI—first round’s on the lake.” | ||
| + | ===== Influence and Local Role ===== | ||
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| + | Though not officially recognized, the Poseidon Inn was the heartbeat of Arla Town. It served as a communal gathering space, a gambling den, and an unofficial arena of local justice. Disputes, romances, and worker negotiations often played out within its fish-stained walls. | ||
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| ===== Tactical Advice for Dungeon Masters ===== | ===== Tactical Advice for Dungeon Masters ===== | ||
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