Win A Pub!!!

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Ravenblack’s city is notorious for it’s drinking dens. From the exclusive Notte Scura to the rowdy RBC, vampires gather in these places to drink and socialise. Wars are started and lovers scorned. Tears, jokes and blood fly in equal measure. Their proprietors enjoy great standing in the city, for little more than sitting on their asses and drinking for free with their cronies. Now you too can join this select few. The Ravenblack Grimoire are proud to announce that we are giving away a pub to one of our lucky readers.

Yes. You heard right. We are giving away a pub. An establishment. A boozer. Built to your exact specifications, and furnished to your wildest desires by our team of professional designers. Yes, one lucky entry will walk away with their dipsomania assured.

Now, to the competition part: in order to win this fabulous prize, you have to write to us and tell us about the pub you would create if you won. What would it be called? What would the tone of the establishment be? Sleazy dive, working mens club or perhaps a high class cocktail bar? What rooms and areas would there be? A gambling den out the back, perhaps, or a bordello in the basement. Let your imagination run riot.

All entries will be published in the Ravenblack Grimoire. Our panel of drunks and layabouts will then select a shortlist of entries which will then be voted for by our readers. The winning pub will then be built in double quick time and the keys handed to the new owners to fulfil their dream.

Email your entries to or post them as comments on this page.

If you feel you are lush enough to deserve a place on our panel of experts, email the Editor



Lots of work to me. wrinkles nose What is going to happen after someone wins it?

You have to keep the bar staffed, patrons happy, weekly kareoke, live bands, stock the alcohol, bouncers, money to pay all these people.

Not to mention taxes, health and safety requirements. Will food be served. Well, that right there is going to bring in some annoying damned government body to piss you off with laws against cockroaches and rodents.

And what about the bottom line. Most establishments of this kind don’t roll a profit until after the first 2 years depending on word of mouth, whim of the public and those damned kareoke nights. Maybe should rethink the kareoke.

Damari   ~Ferryman~ Épouse de Lucius


If I invite your evidently knowledgeable self onto my panel of experts, Mojito girl, will you shut up and stop putting off the paying customers? Running a bar is a great laugh - and - if it doesn’t work out - it’s not like they had to put much effort in :P Hey wait …

Lord BubbleKnight

…if having a pub will make the guild-hunting tasks easier…

Lord BubbleKnight Lord of the Orbenoir Dynasty Death Dealer of the Capadocious Clan


as the barman won’t be one of those that knows about such things.


Feel free to contact my PA and she can pen you into my schedule for a lunch and we can discuss the details.


Damari   ~Ferryman~ Épouse de Lucius


I am not even going to dignify that with a reply :P d’oh!



Damari   ~Ferryman~ Épouse de Lucius


I’ll take that as a “yes” then

Lady Ophy

What is the deadline date Madeye?

~Lady Ophy Virtus Sodalitas Eternally bound to WhiteLighter Love you so much… :x :x


when I actually have some entries … The response has been less than overwhelming, so it’s a little open ended at the moment. I am wracking my brain about how to drum up interest. I will think of somehting, I am sure

Alba Regulus

It’s seven PM by the time you reach the front door, barely dark outside. You stand in front of a building on any street in Ravenblack city, yet this one is slightly different. In huge Purple Neon Letters, above the gate-like door, it reads “Technoir” You enter, as a vampire, not knowing what you will see. You walk down a pale hallway, with huge guards eyeing you fiercely. They proceed to explain that this is a safe haven, and search you for weapons. The loud boom of the bass can be heard even from the street, it gets louder and louder as you reach a gated door at the end of the hallway. “Welcome to Technoir.” a beautifull mortal woman says to you, opening the door and revealing the club and all it’s glory.

It’s dark, and all you can see is a huge bar, decorated with purple neon. Mortal women and men grind agianst eachother, suspended in mid air by dancing-cages. You walk across the room to the massive purple bar. The mortal bartender is a complete seductress, she eyes you carefully as you order a drink and pour it out; although she does not notice this. You turn and see the stage, where you se two things. a huge purple spotlight over a DJ, clad in a fishnet shirt and tight pants. He skillfully spins a hard-dance techno song, his obviously preternatural hands swiftly moving over the turntable. You traverse the dance floor and decide to walk into the secondary room. As you pass through the hallway, an exquisite waitress passes you buy, your thirst nearly gets the best of you. The plump, decadent veins nearly protude from her neck, taunting you. You regain your composure and come to the conclusion that Technoir houses the most beautifull mortal staff in all of Ravenblack city. As you walk out into the second room, some unknown industrial rock band plays on stage, you notice the small dancefloor with purple light-up tiling, something a 70’s disco might have. You walk onto the dance floor and entice a mortal woman, you dance with her, the room smoky and dark, barely illuminated by the stage and purple floor lights. As you grind hips with her, she shows you her VIP card and asks you to come with her. She leads you happly towards another hallway, and takes you up some stairs. She says that her ears are still ringing and she can barely see anything, but a well dressed vampire approaches you and instructs you that you’re “free” to do what you want in the VIP backroom. You smile and follow the mortal up the the backround, moans and screams can be heard behind the sea of purple painted closed doors. She finds the only door (out of something like fifty) that doesen’t harbor a “Do not Disturb” sign. You move in on her as the door closes, and well, Let’s leave it at this: “You had a good meal.” The well dressed vampire from before smiles at you and instructs someone to clean out the backrooms, as you realize it is nearly 4:30 in the morning. You swiftly move out of the near-empty club and move back towards your home, smiling at yourself. That’s definatly a place you’ll refer to your ‘friends.’

Technoir. Dark, sensual, brutally vampiric.