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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 27, 2015 11:52:21 GMT -5
A wave of laughter, and the mixed smell of pipe smoke and ale washes over you as you open one of the double doors that leads into The Wayfarer's Rest. Guardsman Jackson at the gate into Clifton suggested this inn, saying, "If you need a place to stay, the Wayfarer's Rest is a great place to find a bed. Tell old Borris that Guardsman Jackson sent you, and he will give you an ale." A few steps into the common room and the cooking smells coming from the kitchen make your mouth water.
The inn itself is a fairly large three story rectangle, the exterior recently white washed, and the windows and doors are bordered in chestnut stained wood. The common room is quite large, with twin fireplaces set in opposite walls. A dozen round tables cover the center of the room, with several long tables with benches along the outside. A few more private booths line the back wall. Groups of men sit at all the round tables, laughing, dicing, and listening to a fellow play the dulcimer.
When you enter, several people look up for a moment before going back to what they were doing before. One fellow even nods a greeting. The closest server brushes past you with a laden tray, "Find a spot where you can M'deary, we will be with you shortly." Another server finds you almost immediately after you find a spot, "What can I get you hun?" After placing your order, you spot another fellow entering the common room from the back where the servers have been coming and going. The front half of the man's head is bald, and the rest is graying. He's wearing simple white cotton, and a leather belt strains to contain his considerable girth. Over the rest he wears a pristine white apron. He must be the Old Borris that Guardsman Jackson was speaking about.
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Post by Twiggy on Jun 27, 2015 17:49:52 GMT -5
As Lyle awaits his meal, he watches as the older appearing man crosses the room, "Excuse me" calls Lyle, "Forgive me if I am mistaken, but would you happen to be Boris, Guardsman Jackson sent me". Lyle stood, gazing up to the man, frozen at the sight of him as he peers down at him, "I was wondering if you knew of anything to do in this area for a new and excited adventurer?" said Lyle in a timid tone as he knew his size did not make him appear the adventuring type, "I assure you I can handle my own kind sir".
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 27, 2015 19:26:04 GMT -5
The Innkeeper bustles over at your call, "Ah, yes. The guardsman is better than the sign out front for sending me custom." You see Borris slip a silver protector, the armoured knight etched on the face glinting in the light before it slips it from his pouch to a pocket, that coin clinks against others already there. You suspect that Guardsman Jackson is paid to suggest the Wayfarer's Rest over other inns in the city. He continues, "Everybody just calls me Old Borris, purveyor of tasty food, good ale, and warm beds." His laugh is heartfelt, and makes his bulk shake. "Because you come on Master Jackson's suggestion, you're entitled to a single drink with my compliments. If you wish more you will have to pay your server for them." Old Borris leans his elbows on the back of a chair, "As to work..." He trails off looking you over, noting your weapons and build, "The guards often hire out mercenaries and adventurers to help defend the miners travelling between The Pit, a vast sinkhole west of the city, and Clifton. There are always posted positions at The Pit itself as well. If guard duty doesn't suit your fancy, the Merchant's Guild pays well for those brave enough to explore the uncharted caverns below, or deal with any threats that are found." A scullery maid calls from the kitchen doorway, and Old Borris straightens holding up a hand with his pointer finger extended, "Duty calls my friend. You could also try any of the Guild Houses in High Quarter, specifically the Adventurers Guild. Or the Pelorian Light Shrine sometimes offers work as well." he says as he takes his leave, heading to the kitchen. A bit later a pretty young barmaid brings you your drink. Her skin is slightly tanned. She has green eyes and short red hair. She also has a mole on her cheek below her eye. You might notice these features however your far too entranced by her considerable bust size. She snaps her fingers infront of your face and you come out of your trance to look at her face. "I said, will there be anything, sir?" Attachments:
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Post by Twiggy on Jun 28, 2015 12:10:57 GMT -5
"N-No thank you ma'am, but I am curious, Boris was telling me of some miners that need escort, do you happen to know where I can find them?" Lyle asked the barmaid as he poorly attempted to avert his gaze from her bust. "I'm excited to start my adventure no matter how small a job it is." Lyle smiles widely as he envisions how amazing it will be to be a line of defense for the helpless. "Come to think of it are there any creatures in the area that may be a challenge, Don't want to get too far ahead of myself." Lyle chuckles then yawns. "But first I think I need a rest, Can I rent a room please?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 28, 2015 13:25:14 GMT -5
She cocks her eye at brow at you. "Yeah you seem excited alright" She rolls her eyes and laughs, not bothering to cover herself. "You'd have to talk guards about that job, they can usually be found kickin' around here and there. As fer a challenge? Well... The swamps got plenty of baddies about buuuut.. " She looks left and right, and leans in close and you get a rather glorious look down her dress. "Rumors abound about the forest on the other side of the swam., They say no one who goes there ever returns" She stands up. "But that's just gossip." She shrugs. "Anyway you wanted a room? Its one gold Nix for two nights in a private room" She informs you. "Hey, Bar wench!" A stranger calls out to her. She rolls her eyes, and huffs in frustration before turning to the man with smile. "Be right there." she turns back to you. "Talk to Ol' Boris at the bar about your room" she says and goes back to work.
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Post by Twiggy on Jun 28, 2015 13:35:37 GMT -5
Lyle stands up noting the frustration of the barmaid being called a wench and seeks out Boris. "Hello Boris, hate to be bothersome but i would like a room for the night, The barmaid over there said it is one gold nix for two nights in a private room, Also where can i find some guards around here I want more information about escorting these dwarves also I heard rumors about the swamps and wanted to know if there was any truth to it about those who enter never return gives me goosebumps just thinking about the challenge that is awaiting beyond those doors" Lyle said unable to contain himself from rambling.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 28, 2015 13:54:05 GMT -5
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, now" Boris says raising his hands once he's sure you've settled he continues. "Now.. For guards you can usually find 'em patrolling the streets or the walls, there are also various towers around you can get more details from them about the job" He scratches his bald head. "I never heard anything about people disappearing from the swamp, but the woods beyond the swamp is lousy with those sorts of things, afraid no one knows much" He shrugs his broad shoulders. "I imagine you heard that from Ruby, did ya? That girl's gotta strange fascination with it" he shakes his head. "Oh, right! The room" He opens his hand to take your gold and when you place it in his hand he gives you a key with a number marked on it. "Thats good for two days, although I don't know why you'd wanna sleep in the middle of the day but its no business of mine" he says and goes back to tending the bar.
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Post by Twiggy on Jun 28, 2015 15:29:28 GMT -5
Lyle laughs at Boris' thought of sleeping during the day "There is no time for sleeping merely a bath and nap will do me justice" Lyle says with a chuckle. "So the barmaid, Ruby you say, She seems very intrigued with the woods behind the swamp as well, she doesn't appear to be going on any adventures herself these days though, shame shes trying so hard to keep a smile on her face" Lyle reaches into his bag and pulls out a gold nix "when you get a chance you mind giving this to her, she needs the encouragement" Lyle says with a half grin on his face. He then grabs his things and head toward his room.
As Lyle approches the room, He inserts his key into the door and turns the knob, as the door enters he smells the aroma of flowers and fresh air as though the room had been cleaned recently. After walking a short distance into the room Lyle notices a private bath, this was something he had become unaccustomed to as he chooses not to stay too long in one place.After thinking it over for a short period of time Lyle decides that it may be a good idea to take a bath. As Lyle emerged himself in the hot water he went into a meditative state and rested a short period of time. Two hours later he arose and dressed himself, and began to wander the room, He didnt find much of interest, a few books, a bed, and the bath he just got out of, but still it was cozy. Lyle looked at the bed that stood in front of him and considered taking a real nap instead of just meditating, However the idea of getting on with his adventure was still too fresh in his mind for him to concentrate on anything else so he headed out of the inn in search of a guard who could give him some more information about escorting the miners.
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Post by anderson9922 on Jun 29, 2015 7:16:18 GMT -5
Thorin steps in through the door looking around spotting the Innkeeper. " Hello there Guardsman Jackson sent me; my what a lovely place you have hear mind if I play a tune for you?" He takes out his bag pipes and seats himself at the bar.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 29, 2015 17:07:05 GMT -5
Lyle:
"I will pass it on to her my small friend." He pivots, and drops the coin into a mug behind the bar on the shelf, a small tent card that reads, "Ruby", sits in front of it. "Enjoy your stay at the Wayfarer's Rest. If you need anything at all, just let one of the staff know." Your key opens slides in and turns smoothly, and you're greeted by the standard human sized room that you would find anywhere else in a city that houses predominantly humans. A few minutes after your arrival, there is a knock at the door. A couple of men haul a clawfoot bathtub into your room, followed by a half dozen scullery maids with pails of heated water from the kitchens. The whole process takes less than a minute and the lot of them are gone, leaving behind a tub steaming with hot water.
Emerging from the tub two hours later, you realize that the water must have gone cold ages ago. You set your pruny fingers to work getting dressed and prepared for a trip into Clifton. Daydreaming of all the adventures you will get in, now that you've finally made it within the walls. When you head downstairs, you see a new person seated at the bar with a set of bagpipes. Ruby sets down her tray on a nearby table, and moves to stand directly in your path. When you approach, she leans down, once again offering a spectacular view of her ample cleavage, "Thanks for the Nix honey." Then to your surprise, she kisses you on the cheek.
Thorin:
Old Borris takes a look at your instrument Thorin, and then glances over at his musician playing the dulcimer, "I'm not sure what music would come out of a duet between a set o' pipes and a dulcimer. Perhaps when he goes for his meal break you can have a go?" When he says he, Old Borris gestures over his shoulder with a thumb toward the man with the dulcimer. While he talks you see Borris slip a silver protector, the armoured knight etched on the face glinting in the light, from his pouch to a pocket. That coin clinks against others already there. You suspect that Guardsman Jackson is paid to suggest the Wayfarer's Rest over other inns in the city. He continues, "Everybody calls me Old Borris, and I thank ye for the compliment. Because you come on Master Jackson's suggestion, you're entitled to a single drink with my compliments. If you wish more you will have to pay your server for them." He sounds like he's said the words many times before, but his repetition doesn't lessen the warmth of the man.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 30, 2015 19:01:36 GMT -5
Smith Artificer pushes open the doors to the Wayfarer's Rest, and steps in, pausing to take stock of the room. He nods to the busty busy waitress as she brushes past with laden tray, suggesting that he find a place. Following the servers instructions, he makes his way to an empty seat. The man looks like a soldier, wearing scale mail, a shield strapped to his backpack. From opposite sides of his belt hangs a mace, and a light crossbow. Two bolt cases are strapped to his thighs. He wears a pale yellow tabard, bearing a beautiful woman's face etched on a coin. A matching symbol is etched on a round metal disk hanging around his neck. When the new server arrives, he orders a meal and a drink, and asks if he can get a room for the evening. Once he has eaten his fill, and finished his drink, he heads upstairs for a rest. It has been a long time now since he has been able to lay down on a bed that didn't rock with each wave crashing against the hull of the vessel that brought him here. Brought him to the end of the Empire, because of recurring dreams of some sinkhole filled with riches, legions of raving Lizard Folk, and finally a shop bearing the name Smith Artificer, Smithing and Artificering. "In the morning I will head into the Marshlands, and find out what Waukeen has in store for me." he says to the empty room. Waukeen holy symbol |
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 30, 2015 19:35:01 GMT -5
While eating your fill you hear various chatter about this and that but two things catch your eye. A blushing halfling wearing only simple clothes with a short sword and a heavily armored dwarf at the bar with bagpipes talking with the barkeep about playing music. Weird...
As you enter your room and find you accommodations simple yet functional. A neatly laid bed, a fire place on the opposite side of the room. A dresser on one wall, a window on the other and a trunk at the foot of your bed. You get yourself comfortable, removing armor if needed. Maybe take a bath? When all is said and done you lay down and and drift to sleep.
You wake up feeling refreshed! The sun is barely up and you note that sleeping on solid ground is indeed better than a boat. You eat a hardy breakfast and assuming you want nothing more than to head to the Marshlands you do. When you arrive you pose a question to yourself; What now?
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Post by Twiggy on Jul 1, 2015 6:20:57 GMT -5
After regaining himself from the unexpected kiss from the barmaid Lyle decides its about time he seek out a guard to find out about the miners, As he crosses the room he sees a man seated at the edge of his chair with a set of bagpipes looking eager to play. "Haven't heard a good tune in quite some time" Lyle whispers to himself as he studies the man. "Perhaps i will return later and hear him play, he appears quite capable himself" Lyle says to himself as he heads out the door. As the door opens Lyle steps into the light noticing it must still only be sometime in the afternoon, he smiled to himself as he walked down the street to see all the shops off the pier and the walls that surround the land. "Best place to check would be at a tower near the wall, at least thats what Boris would have me believe" Lyle said happily as he quickly picked up his pace as he headed to the wall that appeared to be growing in size the more he moved toward it.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 1, 2015 7:30:43 GMT -5
Just as Ol' Boris had said you find a guard almost immediately after you get out the door. He wears the usual uniform as other guards you've seen but he carries a halberd which he is leaning on, he has a fair bit of scruff on his face and heavy bags under his eyes. This guy looks like he could pass out at anytime. "Hmm?" He looks at you through half closed eye lids when you mention the job. "Oh... Yeah" He says, confirming that the job is real and seems to drift off, he shakes himself awake when he nearly falls off his halberd and looks at you. "What'd you want?" he asks. After several minutes of trying to keep his sleep depravity at bay long enough to get information you want you find out that the job takes place near the city gate. Everyone will be meeting at the gate to escort the Miners tomorrow morning. He takes out a slip of paper from his bag and scrawls on it, handing it to you. "Give the guard at the gate this and tell 'em Sly sent ya, or don't" He yawns and goes back to 'Guarding'.
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Post by Twiggy on Jul 1, 2015 15:30:38 GMT -5
Lyle grinned at the guard barely containing himself "I think you should probably rest ol' friend you seem like you've had better days" Lyle said laughing as he spoke. "Well i best be heading out i have a big day tomorrow morning then, Is there anything else i should know about before i head out with the miners?" Lyle stood there awaiting response from the half conscious guard. "I guess i'll find out somewhere else, Wonder the man with the bagpipes at the inn would know anything" Lyle says to himself. Lyle sets back to the inn to find the man with the bagpipes still seated at the table. "Hello sir, you seem like you've been on an adventure or two, would you be able to tell me why the miners in the area need escort or what creatures lie beyond the city gates?" Lyle asks expectingly
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Post by anderson9922 on Jul 2, 2015 15:46:47 GMT -5
Thorin waves a cheerful hello to Lyle smiling. " How might I help you good sir?" looking at the halfling in the eyes. he could see that he needed some help. " I do not know by the grace of Thor what is going on but if there is help needed I can help you." his bagpipes still on his lap. " Also as we travel I can help heal you and cause quite some electrifying prospects." slipping off his chair putting his bagpipes in his backpack. " well if I join ya we best get some rest. Pleasure working with ya bud.
He walks to his room to sleep mumbling how ground feels better than a bed. My animal friends will be happy to see me again when I am out of this walled city.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 2, 2015 18:48:19 GMT -5
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Post by Twiggy on Jul 4, 2015 16:03:33 GMT -5
"I figured we could help each other if we cross paths on our adventures" Lyle says as the barbarian nods and leaves the room. Lyles stomach growls lightly. "Hmm maybe i should eat something" Lyle looks im his money pouch and sees how little he has left. "Best be on my way to the miners to get some money in my pouch" Lyle departs to go to the city gates.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 4, 2015 16:44:54 GMT -5
Those going to help the miners reach the mine continue here |
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Post by anderson9922 on Jul 13, 2015 5:59:14 GMT -5
"Aye if we meet up sure laddy". he hops off his stool and looks around "might go see if there is any other jobs to do around this place. Oh and the Name is Thorin, Thorin Ironfist Cleric for Thor." He wanders the city looking for leads to any jobs for a cleric. sits under the tree for a bit for a nap before continuing his search. as he woke he prayed to Thor before he continued his search.
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Post by anderson9922 on Jul 22, 2015 14:00:06 GMT -5
/catches ferry and meets up with caravan of miners/
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 21, 2019 16:29:23 GMT -5
You feel the rope tighten around your stomach, and a moment later your head breaks the surface of the water. You inhale a lungful of air before you sink back under the water. Another rope snakes out and tightens around your wrist, this one pulling you toward the shore. Again your head breaks the surface of the water, and once more you breath a quick huff of air while you can. A few moments later, your hand hits the wooden ladder of the pier. Once you've finally climbed out of the water, you stand on the pier sopping wet, your beard plastered to your chest. "You daft Dwarf!" One of the ferry-men shouts, "You can't be disembarking in the middle of the bloody river!"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Aug 14, 2020 6:55:34 GMT -5
You stand there unresponsive with people around you asking if you're alright until someone calls over a guard. The guards check you over briefly before leading you by the arms away from the ferries. You're lead through the streets of the Commercial District to one of the many guard stations. They strip you of your weapons and armour and get you settled on a bench in a stone walled cell. "We've sent for a healer, sit tight Dwarf."
(I've started cleaning up old inactive threads. Your story will advance every friday. If you don't want to face the role playing consequences of inactivity, please get a post up!)
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