Monday, March 21, 2011

The Inn (Turn 1)

You arrive in the town of Fallowbrook just as the the harvest moon is rising over the edge of the distant Thantos Forest. The town is much like many that you've seen in your travels. People hurrying towards their homes after a hard day's work, dog barking down side streets and street urchins running about in half feral packs. The buildings of the town seem sturdier than the last few you've been through, the walls solidly whitewashed and all the thatched roofs in apparent good repair. It is obviously a prosperous market city or perhaps a trades town. You let your feet guide you and eventually you come to the familiar sight of the village inn. This one boasting the name "Heart of the Green" and an oddly carved placard of a wooden man's face with vivid green eyes that have obviously been painted recently as the rest of the sign is quite weathered.

You make your way into the inn suddenly feeling the miles on your feet and eager for a hot meal and a good night's rest. The interior is much as you imagined it would be, long rough hewn tables set out on each side with sawdust and chip strewn floors beneath and smoke darkened support beams barely visible up above in the eaves. There are stairs to the right obviously leading to sleeping quarters and the bar beckons straight ahead where a plump matronly woman polishes a tankard and looks up at you without much expression.

OOC: (out of character) Okay I'm obviously very rusty but let's have some fun.


  1. Merkal walks up the bar, pulling the hood of his cloak back, revealing his sparkling green eyes, and says:

    "I'd very much like to rent a room for the evening. What would the cost be good lady?"

  2. As he awaits her response, Merkal recalls his boyhood in the house of Swartszelle, and thinks that the barmaid resembles their loudmouth cook Maryburn. He wonders if they might in fact be related, the resemblance being so striking.

  3. From his corner of the inn's common room, Nyeri Amil Kabral patiently turns over his good luck charm again and again. His eyes perk up at the arrival of hooded man, who makes himself known to the bartender.

    "My contact couldn't have possibly contracted me out to work with such an obvious rank amateur," Amil thinks to himself. "These northern savages are altogether too lax in their security of person."

    Amil gently puts his good luck charm into his pouch and waits to see if the young man approaches him. Amil's contact was vague about the job he was to take on, but his coin was reasonable, so Amil had acquiesced to stay in Fallowbrook until one Merkal Ulm arrived to deliver further instructions.

    OOC: Hey Jordan, hey Tim. This is Tim H here. Looks like this could be a lot of fun! : )