Dockside: Dragon's Head Brewery (216)

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Dockside: Dragon's Head Brewery (216)

Postby Augur » Sat Apr 28, 2018 9:38 pm

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Maker of the most popular beer in MercTown, this brewery is owned by a second generation D-Bee who calls himself Brewmaster Grasso. The company is basically a micro-brewery that's exploded onto the scene with a tasty, potent, high alcohol content beer that appeals to ordinary people who want a quick buzz and good taste, as well as beings like Juicers, Crazies, D-Bees and even dragons with powerful constitutions and who want something strong to get the same kind of reaction as regular folk. Dragon 's Head Beer delivers for augmented beings yet it also appeals to ordinary people who think of themselves as tough and/or hard drinkers...as well as those looking to get drunk quick.
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Re: Dockside: Dragon's Head Brewery (216)

Postby Flynn » Sat Jan 05, 2019 8:30 pm

Perception: 45% 1d100 = 10
JIC: 1d20 = 15
JIC%: 1d100 = 94

Flynn strolls off the aircraft, whistling a tune. Stepping on to the ground, a sudden dread waves over him and he begins to spin around, like a dog chasing it's tail, looking for someone...or something...that he cannot see. After pausing momentarily, to make sure he's not being followed, he heads to the Dragon's Head Brewery, sits down at the bar and loudly announces to the bartender, regardless if one is behind the bar or not, "Bring me the girliest drink you make!...and put an umbrella in it!"
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PPE: 21/21
ISP: 40/40
HP: 56/56
SDC: 217/217

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M.D.C. by Location:
• Head/Helmet - 50
• Arms - 35 each
• Legs - 45 each
• Main Body· 72
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Re: Dockside: Dragon's Head Brewery (216)

Postby Augur » Sun Jan 06, 2019 8:28 am

A largish female d-bee with small lower tusks, pointed ears, grey-green skin, and an unremarkable brownish & purple outfit steps over to Flynn from behind the bar. She looks about to say something, then takes on his appearance & demeanor for a second. She smiles. "One bitch-tit coming up, baby!" A minute later, an hourglass-shaped, stemmed glass filled with a frothy pink fluid, some crushed ice, a slice of apple, and topped with a yellow umbrella is resting on the bar in front of him. "Ten credits, hun."
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