♘ The Grey Stallion Tavern. ♘Replies: 366 / 9 years 80 days 10 hours 20 minutes 29 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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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.]
::[I Jarod chuckled at the thought of a dragon curled around a Christmas tree and shrugged lazily]::
That'd be a sight, and no problem. Was happy to help out.
I don’t think dragons know about festive holidays, it’s a nice thought to think they might.
[i She couldn’t help but laugh a little at the thought, envisioning Christmas trees with sleepy dragons around it.]
We did, and again thank you for all of the decorations! It certainly makes this place much more festive.
I would like to think the beasts and bandits could give me a holiday reprieve.
::[I Jarod shrugged at the notion, knowing better than to assume anything of the sort in that nature. For all he knew, such beings were always creating trouble, but at the same time he could not be everywhere at once. There was only so much that could be done]::
By the way, yeah, we did do a good job round here.
[i She hummed among to herself as she listened to him.]
No monsters to conquer or villages to save during the festive time?
[i Although she was glad he was taking a break, of course.]
I think we did great with this place.
Most festive I’ve seen it in years!
Ah, good morning.
::[I Jarod let loose another yawn before showing off a half-smile, an easy indication
That the man was still half asleep. He knocked on the side of his temple slightly, as if such a notion would wake him up]::
Well, I did say I'd take a bit of a break so, here I am.
[i Glances up from behind the bar and smiles. She had done a good job brewing up hot chocolate, of course adding some festive spices and such which made the Tavern smell distinctly festive.]
I didn’t think you’d be here this time of year. Glad of the company though.
::[i Jarod yawned lazily as he made his way down the stairs from the second floor of the Tavern. The last week had blown by and there was not much he could remember regarding it, but that being said he did remember the effort put into decorating the place. As he hit the bottom of the stairs he paused to take it all in, from the tree to the wreaths to the lights and even ribbons. It was a sight to behold, and he couldn't help but smile at the work he and Tasia had put in. He made his way over to the bar counter and slid into the seat of his usual spot, yawning once more]::
That, or I heard seasickness is a very real thing.
[i She giggled a little at that because she highly doubted that any adventurer suffered from seasickness. She started to help with the lights and pondered on how they flowed so nicely.]
Yeah, I agree. Part of why I try to avoid travel by the sea. I can't really fight in the water.
::[I Jarod finished unwrapping the lights and moved to the tree, starting to coil them around starting near the top. There was a lot to work with, so he spaced it well enough to make full use of it all]::
Best not to try and beat a kraken from what I’ve read.
[i The barkeep giggled a little. It was probably for the best that Jarod had never run into such things. She eyed the lights and pondered on how they worked exactly, not exactly adept in magic.]
Never saw a Kraken but heard stories of them. Same for Mermaids. I did encounter sharks, dolphins and whales on my sea travels but never came across any fabled monsters
::[i Jarod saw Tasia begin to unravel a box of Mana-activated lights meant for decoration and began to assist her, taking appreciation for the folks who made sure the lights wouldn't become tangled during travel]::
Not sure I could beat a Kraken, honestly.
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