The Travel Tavern

syndrome • 9 August 2014 at 9:56 PM

Deep in the ark forest lies a shabby, abandoned tavern. The rotting planks creak as you ascend the porch steps and through the doorless doorway. A dark, menacing abyss lies in the middle of the unfurnished room. A pad of paper and an old quill pen with ink sit in front of it. You read the following note on the first sheet "Fri travles hier" scrawled in sloppy handwriting.

Hey everyone, in case you didn't get the hint from the cheesy intro, I'm giving away some free travels.

No unobtainable or retired travels are available.

You may request one travel per day, if I don't have it, you'll have to wait until the next day to request another.

Donations to keep this up are appreciated. I have around 300 travels to give out. Any funds donated will be used to purchase more travels for this.

#TravelTavern

despair • 9 August 2014 at 10:04 PM

@plague

Night Camping

syndrome • 9 August 2014 at 10:06 PM

@despair

You write "Night Camping" on a sheet of the paper, crumble it up, and toss it into the deep, dark abyss. You hear a guttural growl of satisfaction from below and your desired travel is tossed up from the void.

bun • 9 August 2014 at 10:09 PM

@plague
Perhaps a Butterflies In A Rainbow?

*Stares down into dark abyss* o.o
Oh great Abyss Monster.

mejary • 9 August 2014 at 10:13 PM

@plague this is so creepily awesome XD
erm pks 1101+384?.. please...

syndrome • 9 August 2014 at 10:14 PM

@_black3333_

You write "Butterflies In A Rainbow" on a sheet of the paper and neatly fold it before dropping it into the ominous pit. You hear a loud clattering and a sigh of dissatisfaction. The piece of paper you tossed down reemerges and has the following written sloppily on the back: "sorrie ser, does net hav riqestid travle in stok"

newlife • 9 August 2014 at 10:15 PM

@plague
*throws down a hunk of meat* have any travels that don't look good on any creatures

bun • 9 August 2014 at 10:21 PM

@plague
Oh no great Abyss Monster. owo

I'll be back. B)

syndrome • 9 August 2014 at 10:25 PM

@mejary

You write "erm pks 1101+384?.. please..." on one of the sheets of paper and let it float down through the stagnant air into the abhorrent hole of desolation. You hear cries of obvious joy that resemble the sound one would associate with putting metal in a blender at the chance of redemption from the previous failure. A shiny new pks 1101+384 emerges from the abyss.

@newlife

You write "have any travels that don't look good on any creatures" on one of the pieces of paper, fold it into a plane and sling it into the mysterious abyss. You then toss down a hunk of meat and eventually hear a soft *thunk* as it hits the bottom. Greedy munching noises ensue and eventually your plane reappears, covered in meat juices, with a message scrawled on the back that reads as follows: "culd yu be moar spasific?"

mejary • 9 August 2014 at 10:27 PM

@plague omg this is so funny XD thank you so much ❤️

newlife • 9 August 2014 at 10:47 PM

@plague
Not even a thank you for the meat ;;

Can I have a Window Nook then >w>

elf • 10 August 2014 at 2:05 PM

@plague
Wild River Berries? 😱

syndrome • 10 August 2014 at 2:14 PM

@newlife

You write "Can I have a Window Nook then >w>" on a sheet of the paper and toss it casually into the dank oppressive hole. You hear strangled wheezing and outbursts of flatulence for about half an hour before a dusty Window Nook sprouts forth from the abyss.

@leonx

You write "Wild River Berries? 😱" on a sheet of the paper, drop it on the floor, and use your foot to nudge it into the soul staring abyss. You hear a forlorn shriek that sounds quite like a sewn up cat attempting to give birth and your paper returns with a message written on the back "i unfertonetly dont hav that travle ser"

despair • 10 August 2014 at 2:21 PM

@plague

Moontops

syndrome • 10 August 2014 at 2:27 PM

@despair

You write "Moontops" on one of the sheets of paper and tear off the excess before dropping the lonely word into the greedy abyss. You can barely comprehend the strangled words "Sneaky, sneaky." as they emit from the gloom. A fresh moontops leaps from the abyss.

despair • 10 August 2014 at 2:28 PM

@plague
LOL

Sneaky, sneaky....lmao

kreptacat • 10 August 2014 at 2:42 PM

@plague

Omg so funny~

Andromeda Galaxy NGC224, please, oh Great Travel Tavern.

lovepuppies123 • 10 August 2014 at 9:51 PM

@plague might I have "blue Docks" please?

/stares down at the abyss is amazed/ XD

mejary • 10 August 2014 at 9:54 PM

@plague I want to try again with PKS 1101+384 please 😸

tiger • 11 August 2014 at 12:13 AM

@plague Tiger sees a tavern, and feeling a bit curious she enters it. She reads the paper written in ink and says, "Hmm.." Tiger then looks deep into the dark abyss and says hopefully, "A Park Bench in Ark or Ajani's Asteroid! Maybe both..." She winks at the abyss as if it's alive. 😉

bun • 12 August 2014 at 5:55 PM

@plague
Forest Waterfall? owo

elf • 13 August 2014 at 7:56 PM

@plague
Tree Nook?

promise • 13 August 2014 at 8:03 PM

@plague
*Writes Naharia Rope Bridge*

jazzyleia • 13 August 2014 at 8:21 PM

@plague

Could I get a Rain Amulet please?

hipsterism • 13 August 2014 at 8:47 PM

@plague

Stepping into the travel tavern, a mystifying feeling overwhelms hipsterism. He moves to the notebook and a quill pen laid out on an old wooden table. It seems as if there were prior guests before his arrival. Without hesitating, he picks up the pen and takes a deep breath. In seconds, he begins to scribble on the paper and rips the paper off the notebook. With a smile, he leaves the tavern, awaiting the response from his mysterious benefactor

"Gib me eniting pls"

werewolf • 17 August 2014 at 4:51 AM

@plague

walks up to travel tavern and peeks inside hoping for a travel

sarahsaurus • 18 August 2014 at 4:39 PM

@plauge

/writes Nighttime Ferris Wheel/

elf • 18 August 2014 at 4:58 PM

@plague
The Moontops?

appleblizzard • 20 August 2014 at 2:01 AM

@plague I write "Goldentree Meadows" and throw it in. Nothing replies as I sit and wait.

mastergemma • 20 August 2014 at 5:52 AM

@plague
A weary traveler appears upon the edge of the tavern. From the folklore that she has heard, she is interested in seeing if the tavern is a miracle maker.

She carefully treads into the creaky boards, careful to not slip as it had rained earlier in the day. She holds out the quill and tries as carefully as she could, to write "Night Camping" onto the paper which favored the right-handed folk. She let the paper float into the abyss.....