♘ The Grey Stallion Tavern. ♘Replies: 377 / 9 years 322 days 15 hours 17 minutes 3 seconds
The port is alive with life and color, so saturated in vigor you begin to wonder if the city breathes on its own accord. Like it or not your ship has docked here, and you are in luck to be in such a magnificent place. Drink imports are the most exquisite the world has to offer. Spices are in wide variety, their names so exotic that, when pronounced correctly, are just as strange and enticing as their taste.
Maybe you walk the streets after dinner, or go out with an adventurous purpose- benevolent or malign. Whichever your reason or lack thereof, one day on a quiet side street you notice something... most curious.
A lone door set in a cobbled wall.
Admittedly it isn't much to look at first glance, except you know for certain it was not there the day before. Or the day before that.
Light dances on the threshold at different intensities. People, perhaps things are moving around inside. If you are brave enough to approach you can even faintly hear what may be their voices.
Whenever you begin to look away from the door it starts to fade from existence. Will you decide to enter, your hand poised over the handle? This is your one chance. To walk away means to do so forever, and there your story will end. With absolute certaintly you are aware that whichever you choose there is no going back.
So, for your own reasons,
you turn the handle and go forward.
Owned by Wolven
You enter the smoke-filled tavern, the scent of whiskey and love labours lost hanging thickly in the air like cheap perfume. Seats scatter the premises, yet spaces are clearly coveted so it would be wise that you select a place in which to sit very soon. Flames flicker invitingly as they engulf and caress the oaken logs that produce a friendly fire situated on the right hand side of the entrance.
Winding wooden steps diminish eventually into the perpetual gloom of the mysterious upper-floor overnight quarters. Be warned; screams cannot be heard by the dead.
All spammers and irrelevant posters will be hunted down- if you're even still alive when we catch you. You will then have your legs broken and kneecaps shattered only to then be burnt at the stake.
We expect you to be respectful and of quality, both with words and picture choice. If you or your picture do not fit the mood of the Tavern, you are out. The only person you have to blame for your expulsion is your self, if it indeed occurs.
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Hmm, still as quiet as ever.
What a pity, really.
[i Sweeps up some dust and sighs.]
Yes, really. I believe you'll find the book to be real enjoyable.
::[i Her excitement was infectious, and only further fed into his own for it's upcoming release. He grasped the served drink in his right hand and raised it proudly, to toast the occasion before bringing it to his lips and taking the entire tankard's contents down]::
Nothing like a good drink after a successful adventure. Never would've thought that writing a book could be an adventure in of itself. But hey, I had fun, and there's more still to write.
[i Tasia set about making him his usual drink, setting it down and almost spilling it when he mentioned the first copy was hers but she was quick to react and catch it before the liquid could spill.]
Really?! [i She practically squealed with excitement.] This will absolutely make the days pass by quicker! Thank you, Jarod.
::[I Jarod's face beamed with a prideful smile and he nodded in obvious delight. At first, he had thought the task was tedious and tiresome, but he had decided to think of it as an adventure in of itself. And thus, he had spent the rest of the time enjoying the effort rather than dreading it. As such, the books were to be a labor of love and of a hobby enjoyed rather than anything else]::
Thank you, thank you. The first copies will be available for buying tomorrow afternoon. That copy there is the first, and all yours.
[i The barmaid watched and eyed the book, picking it up and reading the title before giving an excited squeal.]
You did it! That’s brilliant!
There was no adventures or saving anyone this time, rather it was a different kind of battle.
::[i Jarod opened up the chest and reached for the contents, brandishing the leather-bound book that looked to be hundreds of pages long, measuring roughly 6 inches in length and 4 inches in width. Jarod turned the book's pages over a few times before turning the book towards Tasia and setting it down onto the counter face-up. The title clearly reading in engraved, black ink; " The Adventurer's Guide, First Edition by Jarod Fenix "]::
I realized halfway through that it would be too unwieldy and unpopular if everything was done at once, so I figured I would put it out in various editions. Pretty proud of it, if I do say so myself.
Well, well, well... you’ve been busy.
[i The barkeep glanced up from where she was cleaning a few glasses and she set them aside, using a cloth to dry her hands, tucked in a belt by her hip as she let it fall loose. She eyed the chest and raised an eyebrow.]
Who did you save this time? A damsel in distress, or a village of scared people?
::[I The doors to the Tavern burst open as Jarod Fenix pushed them open in a triumphant manner. The gesture itself was seemingly pointless, but he had acted on it all the same. Before the doors could close, he had scooped up a small chest that had been at his feet and proceeded inwards, making his way to the bar and resting the chest on the countertop as he took his usual seat]::
Hail, friends. I have returned.
Hmm, I know but still. I’d like to see more of the old faces in there, it’s worth a shot, right?
I don't think that there is anyone here who would use that link at this point. Besides maybe Wolfshot.
Just gunna leave this here....
It went quiet again, how unfortunate.
[i Hums as she sweeps some dust off and fixes herself a drink.]
Would you like a drink? Maybe something to wake you up, given you’re not properly awake.
[i She gestured to his stretch and smiled a little.]
Oh, it was no trouble at all, milady. Gave me something to do. I'm glad it was all to your liking.
::[I Jarod smiled gently and offered a thumbs up gesture with his right hand before having to fight off another yawn. He sat up in his chair and stretched himself out as much as he could before shrinking back to size, and doing so without any payment of pain for his efforts]::
It’s appreciated. I know you had to call in a lot of favours that you probably could have used elsewhere.
[i She shrugged and opens one of the burners, lighting it. She figured if anyone did pop in tomorrow then she should have decent food waiting.]
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