B1.1 - Beginnings
Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2021 9:18 pm
Day 1. Common room, Hook & Hatchet Tavern, City of Yarrrik, early evening
Halfway down a narrow, crooked street called The Shambles, business at the Hook & Hatchet Tavern is beginning to pick up for the evening. A few day laborers come straight from the temple, still under construction, to wash away the sweat and dust of a hard day's work. Brother Bertram is among them.
Some stouter patrons--Fauk and Tor--have just tucked into their first pints of the evening. Whether they are celebrating the success of their latest exploits, offering their services to the temple's construction, or here for some other purpose, who can say?
Around the corner, a young mage, Spellman, closes up his master's magic shop, The Vanishing Hare, for the night, then makes his way into the tavern, quickening his pace as a light rain begins to fall. A hooded lady (Slip) sits by herself, her face unseen.
Ralen the tavernkeeper, sweat beading on the brow under his thinning hair, is hard at work behind the bar keeping his patrons well watered and in good cheer. While a few day laborers frequent the Hook & Hatchet, most of its clientele are of the adventuring sort. The tavern in general, and Ralen in particular, is a great resource for leads on mercenary work, dangerous but profitable undertakings, and fools' errands.
The tavernkeeper makes a note on a slip of paper in front of him, and then looks up. Ah! Welcome lads! Ma'am. Glad to see you, glad to see you. You got here just in time from the looks of it, too. Supposed to rain all evening. What'll you have?
As Ralen waits for your orders, a man hurries in from outside, soaked to the bone. He pushes his way up to the bar, then draws out from under his wet cloak a dry wooden scroll case. He rises to his full height, then stares intently at Ralen, clearly hoping to get the tavernkeeper's attention.
Actions?
Halfway down a narrow, crooked street called The Shambles, business at the Hook & Hatchet Tavern is beginning to pick up for the evening. A few day laborers come straight from the temple, still under construction, to wash away the sweat and dust of a hard day's work. Brother Bertram is among them.
Some stouter patrons--Fauk and Tor--have just tucked into their first pints of the evening. Whether they are celebrating the success of their latest exploits, offering their services to the temple's construction, or here for some other purpose, who can say?
Around the corner, a young mage, Spellman, closes up his master's magic shop, The Vanishing Hare, for the night, then makes his way into the tavern, quickening his pace as a light rain begins to fall. A hooded lady (Slip) sits by herself, her face unseen.
Ralen the tavernkeeper, sweat beading on the brow under his thinning hair, is hard at work behind the bar keeping his patrons well watered and in good cheer. While a few day laborers frequent the Hook & Hatchet, most of its clientele are of the adventuring sort. The tavern in general, and Ralen in particular, is a great resource for leads on mercenary work, dangerous but profitable undertakings, and fools' errands.
The tavernkeeper makes a note on a slip of paper in front of him, and then looks up. Ah! Welcome lads! Ma'am. Glad to see you, glad to see you. You got here just in time from the looks of it, too. Supposed to rain all evening. What'll you have?
As Ralen waits for your orders, a man hurries in from outside, soaked to the bone. He pushes his way up to the bar, then draws out from under his wet cloak a dry wooden scroll case. He rises to his full height, then stares intently at Ralen, clearly hoping to get the tavernkeeper's attention.
Actions?
