Herein are listed 30 Barkeeps, Bartenders, or proprietary owners of the drinking and sleeping establishments so frequented by adventurers and their loyal henchmen.
This barkeep has a dream, to one day leave behind the tedium of wiping down the bar and pouring beer all day. He aspires to become an adventurer in his own rite. He asks the PCs about hints and tips to being a hero on the go. He is young and entusiastic.
This beerman is always ready with a quick joke. Finding a free joke website, or the joke page out of playboy ought to supply plenty of jokes. He gets a quick laugh, he’s not a stand-up man.
The third generation owner/operator of the tavern/inn. He will not tolerate changes from the ways things used to be ran, when the barkeep knew everyones name. Cheers.
Lives vicariously through his patrons, offering them shots of hard liquor along with plentiful ale. The atmosphere is boisterous and the berkeep isnt afraid of wading into a bar brawl with his own two fists.
One time adventurer who was maimed and can no longer travel. Working a bar is a better life than begging in the streets and a good shot better than most war and adventure veterans. Lives out his old war stories with the patrons who range from the incedulous to the absolutely enthralled.
This barkeep is slightly oily, and offers games of chance to patrons, in secret if it is illegal, cards and dice for the most part.
The moonshiner and bootlegger, who sells contraband orcish ale and euphoria enducing elvin fey wine. d**n’s the man while making his money. Sympathetic to those on the wrong side of the law.
Demands the best from his employees. Frequently berates the serving wenches for spills and incorrect orders, and the rooms are always immaculte. No sawdust on the floor here.
Works the bar and pours the beer, but also offers quotes from the scripture and admonishes the drunkanrds and the bellicose. Well known for beerbarrel sermons and cries for moderation.
This barkeep has been there, done that. Knows a few low level spells and can pick a lock, can swing a sword, but would rather tell others how to do it, or how they did it wrong rather than do something himself. Often patronizing and always pedantic.
This man is more beast, beating wenches for the least infraction and starts tavern brawls when he suspects patrons of cheating (beating him in cards) A violent man who buys his way out of the gaol on a regular basis. Claims to be a good king’s man.
Workaholic, pours the beer, and serves it since his tavern is woefully understaffed. Anything done is done by the single owner operator, dont expect speedy room service.
The barkeep is obviously barely able to keep up with his tasks, and is obviouly suffering and in pain. If inquired about, he claims to be working to make sure his two daughters can have new clothing this year. Any offer of extra funds is almost as offensive as shorting him on his due. “Dont need yer d**n pity money!”
Doesnt talk other than in as few words as possible. inhospitable and surly.
Not only is he the barkeep, but he is the local man with a plan. A sworn lord’s man, he is responcible for the safebeing of the village and is accounted as the lords appointed mayor, as well as beerman.
Serves double duty as an arbiter in the area, and squabbling locals will interrupt meals and such with complaints for the barkeep to arbitrate. A good man who works hard, but is often overtaxed by the incessant demands of the populace.
The life of the tavern, this barkeep knows all of the great stories, and can play a musical instrument and sometimes even cast about a small bit of cantrippy magic. Perhaps once aspired to be a bard but settled for the beerman’s stage.
The only thing that matters is the joust, how the local baron performed at the last tourney to wagering bets on the next meeting at the list. This beerman knows everything from the local champions preferred drink to the type of wood used in his favored lance. just dont talk bad about the home team.
Micromanages the work of the wenches, scolding them for being inefficient and slow. Sometimes steps in and shows them how to do things, albeint in a cold technical manner that leaves the patrons more inclined to their slightly inept hostess. Often spills beer when serving patrons himself.
The tavern is a strip club, with the wenches going about topless and serving watered down ale. The barkeep keeps the taps flowing while the patrons dole about coin after coin to the gyrating women. The barkeep gets a hefty share of the wealth.
The tavern is a great place, to everyone but the owner. He sees the warped boards in the floor and every sour note the bard hits. Complains constantly, but in a fashion that makes the place seem more comfortable than decrepid.
Sits in the corner of the tavern while the serving wenches tap their own beer. laughs as the world does his work for him, and pays him to boot. A gambling man, snake oil sellsman, and used horse dealer.
Runs his tavern just like the tavern down the road/in the next town. Takes positive comparisons as the greatest praise, but ignores anything that is different from his idolized tavern.
Here the best looking wenches, and the lowest priced rooms, and the biggest tavern and the biggest inn with the best hunting hounds and the best frock coat. Aspires to be a merchant prince and local hero.
Inexperienced and overwhelmed. This barkeep whines of the workload, screws up orders, and couldnt function without the assistance of his irritated staffmembers. Cold beer in your lap?
Festival of the Vine, Pennons, All Saint’s Day, this barkeep has the best parties and the most cheap alcohol. raise up your glass and sing along with the drinking song or you’ll be forever branded a pansy.
Always has an open ear for anyone who needs to let out their sob story, and usually has some coin for those really down on their luck. Will let patrons work off their debt, but wont let the broke drink beer, they get water.
Armwrestle for a free beer, tossing wenches for distance, and powerlifting anvils with handles, strength is this barkeeps greatest attribute, and he likes to show it off, especially to the lay-dies.
The Bon Vivant
Taverns are for fun, so drink and be merry, lord knows the barkeep is two drinks away from the floor himself.
This barkeep has a plan, and a goal. He is going to build a bigger and better tavern, one made out of stone and mortar, and he is going to have his own brewery. Fields to grow the grain and the hops, and workers to grind grain and stir the vats of beer. The PCs have already seen the foundations of the new stone tavern and the fields are producing their first yields of grain, to finance the brewery to come.
Transferred from the Catacombs