Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Cocktail Menu



Lathandrite Sunrise - orange juice, potato spirits, served in a highball glass

Sidekick - Maiden's Kiss brandy, orange liqueur, lemon juice, served in a martini glass, garnished with orange twist

Manhater - fortified botanical wine, herbal bitters, orange bitters, Moonshean Rye Whiskey, served in a martini glass, garnished with a lemon twist

Dry Martini - bitters, dry fortified wine, gin or potato spirits, shaken or stirred, served in a martini glass, garnished with a lemon twist

Dirty Martini - dry fortified wine, olive brine, gin or potato spirits, served in a martini glass, garnished with a fistful of green olives

Mint Julep - eight crushed mint leaves, simple syrup, Wyvern Whiskey, served in a silver cup, garnished with more mint leaves

Blue Barfly - pineapple juice, sugarwater, lime juice, blueberry puree, citrus peel liqueur, light rum, served in a hurricane glass, garnished with pineapple wedge and paper umbrella

Blue Barmaid - pineapple juice, sugarwater, lime juice, blueberry puree, citrus peel liqueur, potato spirits, served in a hurricane glass, garnished with pineapple wedge and paper umbrella

Storm of Vengeance - orange juice, lime juice, passion fruit puree, simple syrup, grenadine, light rum, dark rum, served in a hurricane glass, garnished with maraschino cherries and paper umbrella

Codpiece - cranberry juice, potato spirits, served in a highball glass, garnished with a lime wedge

Seabreeze - grapefruit juice, cranberry juice, potato spirits, served in a highball glass, garnished with a lime wedge

Baybreeze - pineapple juice, cranberry juice, potato spirits, served in a highball glass, garnished with a lime wedge

Dead Damaran - cream, coffee liqueur, potato spirits, served in a lowball, garnished with maraschino cherries

Undead Damaran - coffee liqueur, potato spirits, served in a lowball, garnished with maraschino cherries

Old Fashioned - grapefruit juice, grenadine, bitters, and Wyvern's Whiskey, served in a lowball glass, garnished with maraschino cherries and an orange slice

Brandy Old Fashioned - grapefruit juice, grenadine, bitters, and Maiden's Kiss Brandy, served in a brandy tulip, garnished with maraschino cherries and an orange slice

Mirabar Mule - lime juice, ginger beer, potato spirits, served in a copper mug, garnished with a lime wedge

Dark and Stormy - lime juice, ginger beer, dark rum, served in a highball glass, garnished with a lime wedge

Grasshopper - heavy cream, creme de menthe, chocolate liqueur, served in a martini glass, garnished with dark chocolate shavings

Bloody Banite - celery salt, black pepper, paprika, lemon juice, lime juice, horseradish, hot pepper sauce, tomato juice, steak sauce, potato spirits, served in a highball glass, garnished with celery stick and green olives

Lucy in Luskan - cinnamon simmered apple cider, lemon juice, maple syrup, Wyvern Whiskey, served in a brandy tulip, garnished with cinnamon sticks

Hoot Root Riot - ginger Root, sugarwater, dark rum, sprinkling of cinnamon, served in a brandy tulip, garnished with cinnamon sticks

Tigerlily - white peach sangria with peaches, rimming the wine glass with a peach wedge for sweetness, garnished with the peach wedge

Baker's Dozen - lemon lime beverage, apricot liqueur, white rum, coconut flavored rum, potato spirit, served in a hurricane glass, garnished with maraschino cherries and paper umbrella

Myrkul's Wager - black Absinthe, Calishite Arak, vanilla extract, served in a highball glass, garnished with a black licorice stick

Myrkul's Revenge - black Absinthe, Calishite Arak, grapefruit juice, served in a highball glass, garnished with a black licorice stick

Whiskey Sour - lemon juice, simple syrup, Moonshean rye whiskey, served in a lowball glass, garnished with maraschino cherries

Firenzio's Frenzy - lemon juice, simple syrup, Moonshean rye whiskey, dry red wine, served in a lowball glass, garnished with maraschino cherries

Tiefling's Kiss - lime juice, simple syrup, orange liqueur, white rum, served in a lowball glass, garnished with chilled strawberries

Grumpy Stalwart - a shot of Wyvern Whiskey in a stout ale, served in a pint glass

*We can also accommodate any manner of special request mixed drink that we have the ingredients for. Just ask your bartender!

OOC: Honestly, yes, please if you have any ic or ooc questions about the BSF, please ping me on discord or send me a PM. This sort of thing has been going on and off for like 2 years now. I know some of it is IC driven and that's fine, but some of it isn't, and I'll be happy to clear it up either way.

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In response to the falling skies and the creatures that spring up from nowhere, Derik pulls in as many members of staff as he can find together in the main room of the Warrior's Rest.

"All manner of everything has gone to hell for no reason whatsoever. Lylan, take Dis and head out to check on the refugee caravans heading into the south bits of the Heartlands, take a couple extra guards with you. Adrian, take Aramon and a sweep of at least the closest villages and farms in No Man's Land, see if they need any help. See if you can get in touch with South Pine and Bluecrest too."

"Lu, can you coordinate with the infirmary to set up extra beds and such in some of the rooms in case we get wounded from trade caravans in?"

"Fir, I'm going to need you to keep an eye out on the local wildlife, make sure nothing is getting crazy. Vrok, guards are going to be a little thin, so you're in charge of keeping the compound and immediate road bandit free..."

"I need to get to Ulgoth's and make sure the village is still standing..."

"Any questions?"

Aramon nods firmly, grabbing his armor and once wearing it, moving to head out

"yes, what about Niy?" Lylan asks as she prepares her things and checks with Dis

"Niy... do... mage things." Derik replies to Lylan. "Vrok may need some back up on the immediate roads, and we're definitely going to need as many calming voices for the patrons as we can muster..."

Niy looks pretty freaked out as multiple of her spells fizzled out or done completely random things, from light through Sending to whatever else she decides to test "I can't fricking do mage things when it looks like the Weave has gone to sh...hell. Gods damn it, I don't know what's happening but this is like what happened with Karsus and Netheril...Derik, if something's happening to Mystra or the Weave, we are all f...screwed."

Looks seeing Niy so stressed Aramon sets a hand on her shoulder trying to be a bit reassuring...even if its not exactly working


Lylan grabs the mage by her hand and shakes her head "However screwed we are..." her gaze linegr on Niyressa then follow to the rest. Her voice is certain, her eyes quint determined "We will get through this. Together." she gives the room another look

The armored tiefling Aramon Nods firmly to Lily, smiling with a nod "Together. As we always will."

"Yeah, sure...just like when this happened last time and a whole, largest civilization on face of Toril crumbled and vanished, together...I am gonna do some more...tests, maybe I can manage to fire a Contact Plane and figure something out with that." Niyressa shakes her head a bit, and goes to gather more spellcasting materials

"Maybe. Maybe we are living through that time.. But by my heart and my blade. From the ashes of civilization, We will prevail." Lylan replies, giving Niy a hard look, though close. "Niy, your magic maybe unstable, but not your wits. This was always your greatest asset, and we all rely on it now." she looks around again
"As we all need to rely on each other. Give our best! The world is tearing apart Bladestones. Nothing but our best in this chaos, will suffice."

Adrian nods to Derik's words, and grabs his gear, preparing to head out with Aramon. At Lylan's words, he gives her a slight look, tilting his head a bit, before dismissing it with a private fond smirk on his lips.

"Whatever is h-happening, we see to o-ourselves first. Stay safe, w-work together, and support each other where n-needed. We are no good t-to the people all around us if we can't s-stay on top of this, by being the best we c-can be."

A quick hug is given to Lylan, and chaste kiss on the cheek. "Stay s-safe out there, my dear f-friend."

Then to the room at large, "All of you, s-stay safe out there."

Touching Aramon's shoulder on the way out, he leans in to add a few quiet instructions. "I'll need you t-to help me remember what h-happens when we're out there, and write it down w-when we return. Whatever is happening, we'll w-want to keep a record of it, so we c-can manage resources in this chaos."

A final look around the room, and a resolute nod to those there. "Tymora's Coin land in your f-favour, my friends. May she smile upon y-you all, and laugh at those whom might s-seek us harm."

With that he pushes outside. Helmet donned, and cloaked twirled around his shoulders to complete the uniform, and clearly signal his allegiance, and give locals a beacon to follow, should they recognise the uniform. Twin kukris drawn, and held at the ready. Golden eyes glinting under the darkening sky.

Lylan's hand squeezes around . Her face focused, although her own fears reveal themselves in her tension and her pacing of her breaths

"People are panicked." Aramon states to the group. "Right now, it is easy to give into panic and fear. Stay strong, stay together, we will get through this no matter what. It is easy to surrender to fear and panic...so right now, draw on one another for strength and comfort. Be one another's anchor and lean on the other. We Will make our way through this." Words finished, he hugs Lily once more to reassure her as well, before heading to follow Adrian


Before they leave Lylan will run to each, and hug them close and warm to Adrian, lingering a moment to his golden eyes "I will see you when I return. We still have that talk. I need you to promise me Adrian. We are going to have it."

To Aramon, a firm grasp at the back of his neck, supportive "You better keep safe, now. Aramon Summerheart. Make me proud." and taking a step back "Be vigil. Strike true. Come home."

Aramon smiles softly at her words Always hugged her tight "Duty binds, now and forever" bows his head

Niyressa steals a quick kiss from Lylan when the elf goes to hug her, uttering quietly "Just...be careful please. If the amulets work at all, just get me if you need anything."

"I p-promise, Lylan. I'll hold you t-to the same." A small nod, and fond resolute set to Adrian's eyes as they linger on hers, and he heads out with Aramon.

Lylan grabs Niy by her lower back, the other at her shoulder, firm and supportive. Pulling her into a prolonged kiss, tilting Niy's back leaning forward. After the kiss, the Elf keeps holding her. Keeping their eyes together, for Lylan to say "You too. Be smart, and keep your cool, Niyressa Dawncrow-Syr'Asiryn. For you, I will be careful. And if they still work, yeah that goes back again." taking a breath looking at her she winks "I love you. And I promise, I'll be back to build our future. Keep this place safe, and fall behind Vrok if things get bad."

"Not at all religious and care free of any affairs gods and clergy related anything... " quips Dispira, the bitter Tiefling to such things has walls up around herself regarding it and seems... oddly causal about the events in her usual drinking bouts and smells a bit as if smoking Devilweed again recently in her spare time away from others. "Whelp. Find me later when you need me. I will get to preparing." Then sets off to find her things and what ever needed.

Tsukumo, with a resolute face, approaches the staff, addressing them with a short bow. "I am no part of your organization yet, but I wish to assist. Is there any place or task that needs doing?"

"You've been training with Lylan, yes?" Derik looks the woman over, then nods "Go with her, help the refugees."

"By your will." With another bow, she takes her leave, presumably to find Lily.

“Keep people calm, keep nasties away and out from the roads and the compound. Got it.” Vrok acknowledges, the formidable half-orc prepping herself to keep the immediate roads clear.

<pending bits from people who haven't replied to the group RP yet. >

All things set, Derik himself pulls up his hood, sets his shield, and draws his sword. As he stalks off into the darkness through the hills towards the beach, Warwake bursts to flames with a whispered phrase, and woe to the creature that crosses his path with hostility.


ooc bits:
All RP is edited in from the players who control their characters. We've got a couple people who are still pending so I will edit their stuff in when I get it.

Having recieved his orders from Derik, and seeing the confusion and commotion abound, Firenzio wasted little to time before he made his preparations, filling his quiver with arrows, packing dry food for the road, filling his bag with the necessities to survive out in the wild.

The grey skinned Huntmaster soon came back down from his room, walking up to the gathering of Bladestone's members and wishing them well, detailling the road he will take

''Sky's not looking particularly fantastic, I'll check on the wildife, and bring back some supplies, better to have them and not need them than the reverse.''

He hadn't gonna far when sounds of wild animals, growls and cries, filled the air. The Tiefling hid, and observed. Dire badgers, a whole colony of them, charging at the beetles that normally plagued the local lands. He reached for his medallion of sending, and triggered the rune of command, speaking into it. The metal of his handy magical device grew warm under his grasp, warmer than normally, but given the situation, his attention was elsewhere.

''There's a colony of frightened dire badgers running towards the Rest, I counted at least twenty-three. Get everyone inside if you can. Check on Ruarg''

Unaware of the partial failure of his spell, and with the assumption that the spell worked, the ashen Tiefling pushed further into the wild, out to hunt and fill the Bladestone Foundation larder with fresh game.

Throughout the day, Niyressa can be seen bussying herself with a plethora of tasks. Finally putting on her uniform again after the late incidents and strapping her old, icy sword to her side, she starts touring the compound and it's closest environ. Checking for any magical, apocalyptic issues that might be arising. In between her rounds, she can also be seen carrying stacks of books every which way, few of which can be found scattered through diferent places opened on various topics concerning planes, Netheril, magic, divinity and more. A few times she can also be seen out back at the training ground, trying to smash up the dummy or very carefuly testing a few spells, reagents and other arcane tomfoolery.

During the several days of Lucretia's absence, her raven familiar remained in the Bladestone's premises and became increasingly agitated. Quite often, he'd decide to swoop out into the madness of the Coast. If he could not find an exit, he'd stubbornly squawk by a door or window until it was opened to facilitate his departure. After a couple hours, he would return, even more high-strung than before. And empty-handed (or empty-beaked.) There were minor acts of destruction wrought by distressed avian companion, such as divebombing at drinks to spill them, and pulling headpieces from hair to fling them at the ground. One pillow was shredded by the raven in an explosion of white down feathers.

Any attempt to communicate with the bird by ranger, druid, or telepathy, made the source of Reginald's anxiety apparent: he had no idea where his master was, and could not link with or locate her like usual, fearing her dead, or worse.

The all-encompassing shriek tore Adrian from his sleep. Honed and refined reflexes brought him from restful sleep to wide awake and alert in the span of two heartbeats. One he was fully asleep, the next he had thrown off the duvet covering him, and kipped up and out of bed to land in a ready crouch. Golden eyes darting all around, while ears strained to other sounds in the darkness.

With no immediate danger presenting itself in his room, he quickly donned his Bladestone uniform, though only the tunic part. His two favourite kukris — The Blacksouls — recovered with haste, and strapped to his waist. Thus armed and clothed, he ran out of his room. The sound of naked flesh slapping against wooden boards echoed behind him as bare feet carried him from room to room upstairs. The first room checked was the one he knew Lylan and Niyressa to occupy. Eventually, with each room checked and secured, he stepped down into the tavern proper.

From there it was only a few steps to reach the outside, and join others in staring up at the night-time skies. A curse muttered under his breath was carried away on a gust of wind, punctuated by a clenched jaw and grinding teeth, while fingers gripped his kukris so tightly the knuckles turned white, and the short hilts creaked under the strain. The devastation wrought on his colleagues and friends with magical aptitude, showing clearly in their expressions — or lack thereof — finally brought him out of his stupor.

With tears rolling down his cheeks, he headed back inside, and began barking out orders to the staff and guards present there.

"Mystra is no more!"
"We have friends, family, and colleagues who depend on us in this time of upheaval. We will not fail them."

"Wake everyone not with arcane talent. Take a moment together to come to terms with what has just happened. But I want you all on your feet, ready to aid those most affected by Mystra's passing."

"Set to it!"

Orders given, he sheathed his kukris, and stepped into the kitchen. Whatever the staff at hand needed from him, he'd provide — starting with something as basic as tea to help calm troubled souls and hearts.

Throughout the night, and well into morning, Adrian could be found helping staff do their utmost best to offer whatever meagre aid their could. Fully knowing that nothing he did would ever heal this particular wound.

Exhausted, and having had barely any time to himself, Adrian finally crawled into bed to sleep. It was only a few hours, however, before he made his appearance again. Eyes bloodshot from a mixture of sleep-deprivation and crying, he none-the-less set to work with helping wherever he could.

A new notice is pinned at a few well visible spaces around the inn:

Following the recent altercation south of Beregost yet north of Nashkel, the Bladestone Foundation patrols escort a group of 5 mages of various disciplines, some from Amn, some not, to the Warrior's Rest.

After some discussion, they are berthed under the policy established that the Rest and Foundation is a sanctuary, if at least temporary, for mages and magic users fleeing immediate persecution in the area.

((Thank you DM Ink and Winter and I think Autumn for the event! even if it went not how expected, or maybe because of it!))

Come on in and enjoy this slight twist on the creamy, savory Heartlands favorite. Shredded turkey, potatoes, peas and carrots are baked in a flaky pie crust. Seasoned with salt, pepper, parsley, sage, and marjoram.

While ingredients last!