Oakhurst is small with less than 1000 inhabitants.
It is not hard to find the Ol’ Boar Inn. It is the first main structure you come across as you travel up the road from Longsaddle. It is a little harder to find if you came down from Mirabar, but it is small village after all.
The Inn supports a stable, has a quaint dining area, and rents out rooms. When you arrive, you will see about a dozen tables, mostly empty. There is a bar, and a man is washing a wooden mug behind it. There is a halfling sitting in a highchair at the bar with a mug in hand and an empty wooden plate in front of him. Two tables have patrons. One near the bar has a pair of Dwarves eating and drinking. They both turn to look at you as you enter.
There is a table at the back of the dining area that has a Female Elf wearing splint mail, two other humans in chainmail and an older woman wearing a fine floral robe with matching bonnet. They carefully eye you as well.
Glynt will casually strum his Lute as he wanders up to the bar, and (being 3'5") if there's a highchair beside the halfling will ask if he can sit there, and ask the barman for an Ale and a plate of what the halfling just had saying, "an empty plate is the sign of a fine meal.".
The bartender will quickly produce another high chair for the Lute playing Gnome. Then head to the kitchen. When he returns he gives the Gnome a wooden plate, it is a stew with bits of venison, potatoes, carrots, onions, some little green flecks floating around, and a big slice of bread, fresh made. He then pours an ale, “two silvers,” he says.
I complement him on the hearty fare and pay the man, subtly - though not too subtle - looking into my sparse coin purse (Note - I keep 2, one with a small amount of cash for handing over to muggers and when I want to get a bit of pity like right now, and another with my actual funds which I keep smuggled away) ...and ask the barman "Is there any ways for a traveller to make some extra coin? I'm good with a tune and happy to work hard".
Portia, (a small halfling girl, long brown hair, light tanned skin and bright blue eyes, looks to be around young adult age for a halfling), enters the town from the north, having come from Miribar. She heard there was people to help find here. She's good at that, having found plenty of people who didn't want to be found. She shudders as she remembered what she was made to do to them, before trying hard to repress the memory again. Having basically no information to go on, she always found the best source of information came from when people had too much to drink so she headed off to the inn. After searching for a short time, and finding the building that looked best suited for information (Ol' Boar Inn), she stands outside the door, adjusts her leather armour, straightens out the two shortswords in scabbards on either hip, makes sure her multitude of daggers are safely stored across her body so that they cause no harm to herself or anyone else, and then enters. She flicks her eyes around the room, and upon seeing so many people who look geared up, she slowly backs away, tripping over a chair accidentally making her presence very obvious and leaves to sit on the floor outside, hoping to catch drunk patrons as they leave.
The bartender will look at the Gnome, “This may be your lucky day. Madam Hucrele is at that table.” He points at a table with four sitting at it. “She is wearing that lovely floral dress and bonnet. That is our Constable Felosial with two of her finest sitting with Madam Hucrele. She is looking to hire some adventurous types.”
Everyone in the place turns to see the small Halfling with long brown hair stumble out of the Inn.
There are two Dwarves sitting at a table near the bar, one clearly much older than the other. The elder Dwarf calls up to the bar, “Minus, do you know her.”
The Halfling at the bar shrugs and looks at the Dwarf, “No clue. Very peculiar.”
Xanth will give the Bar man a gold. " Do you have change. Could I get a plate too. As for news I have had visions that told me I needed to be here. So I am here. Now I need to know why."
Xanth( A large man in animal furs with a glave by his side. And a bit of a smell.)
He will turn to the lute playing halfling.
"You any go with that?" Looking at the lute.
.........
Hearing the sudden noise by the door. He will turn quietly and move to grab his weapon but will relax just as quickly and return his attention to the bar man and the Hafling.
"I like to think that I am more than adequate" I reply between mouthfuls - time on the road has taught me to ensure that food gets wolfed down quickly before someone bigger (not hard), meaner (also not hard) or with sharper teeth comes along looking to relieve you of it.
"You any good with that?" I reply looking at the glaive that's at least twice my height.
"The name's Glynt - I'm just a simple traveller moving from place to place to see what is to be seen, collect songs and stories for retelling and learn the ways of the world". I say as I shovel the last of the food into me.
"Did I hear you say you had a vision to come here? Does that kind of thing happen to you a lot?" I ask as I start to lick the plate clean. "I really like Venison" I add under my breath.
The door opens once more and a red-headed dwarf with a cropped beard and utilitarian robes pushes in, a small keg under his arm. His free hand hikes a thumb over his shoulder and he says, "Anyone know if that fella is all right?" He trundles into the common room and sets his keg on an open part of the bar, smiling at the barkeep and the human and halfling nearby. The dwarf turns to the man behind the bar and extends a hand. "Well met! I'm Aldwin Stoutblood, of Mirabar. I'm a traveling brewer and distiller looking for unique tastes and intriguing ingredients. Might I try some of your local brew?"
The bartender gets the Human a plate of the venison stew with a chunk of bread. It was an end piece. He returns to the big human an electrum and 3 silvers. They bare the unique markings of being minted from Neverwinter.
The bartender pours Aldwin Stoutblood a brew, "That will be a silver piece." Aldwin will taste the brew. It is unique. It is more of a lager, but with a hint of the citrus of an ale. It is not bad for these northern climates, where only the Dwarves can truly brew a good ale and that is because far below ground it is hot from the forges. The best ale is brewed where it is hot.
Aldwin slides a silver piece across the bar and tips his head in thanks as he lifts glass. He closes his eyes as he savors a light taste before taking a larger swig. He sets down the glass and lets out a contented sigh. "That is just fantastic. The citrus really makes this a crisp beverage. Is the citrus grown locally or imported? My compliments to the brewer. Did you brew it? Also, I offer a complimentary dram of this," he says as he pats the mini-keg. "This is a spirit of my own devising. I call it FIFO. Stands for Fire In, Fire Out. 'Tis a high proof whiskey infused with magma peppers, grown in subterranean hothouses in Mirabar. Be careful, though, as it can be jarring to a first time consumer of it, and I recommend having a glass of something else at the ready." Aldwin turns to the human and halfling at the bar. "Would either of you care for a sample?"
The bartender takes the silver, "We brew our own. Citrus does not grow well this far north, so we add persimmons to the barley and hops. It provides a citrus-like tartness." As to the hard stuff, he will graciously decline. "The missus would not approve. And I need to keep Maude happy."
The Halfling on the other hand is willing to give it a try. He gets a local brew as a chaser. He takes a swig of Aldwin's whiskey. He begins to choke, then quickly downs the lager gasping afterwards, "WOW!" The Halfling calls out. He starts to stare at the ceiling.
After a few minutes the Halfling will stagger off the highchair and head toward the door, "Put it on my tab," the Halfling calls out to the bartender. He then heads out the front door.
Once outside, he stumbles over another Halfling (Portia), a little drunk he looks at the other Halfling, "Wow, you're pretty."
Ragdor approaches the tavern, noticing the Halfling stops short of the steps - Greetings lass, are you in need of aid? The dwarf is almost as round as he is tall, dressed in chain with a blue surcoat adorned with the symbol of a burning needle.
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Oakhurst is small with less than 1000 inhabitants.
It is not hard to find the Ol’ Boar Inn. It is the first main structure you come across as you travel up the road from Longsaddle. It is a little harder to find if you came down from Mirabar, but it is small village after all.
Northwest Faerun
The Inn supports a stable, has a quaint dining area, and rents out rooms. When you arrive, you will see about a dozen tables, mostly empty. There is a bar, and a man is washing a wooden mug behind it. There is a halfling sitting in a highchair at the bar with a mug in hand and an empty wooden plate in front of him. Two tables have patrons. One near the bar has a pair of Dwarves eating and drinking. They both turn to look at you as you enter.
There is a table at the back of the dining area that has a Female Elf wearing splint mail, two other humans in chainmail and an older woman wearing a fine floral robe with matching bonnet. They carefully eye you as well.
(That’s the setting. It is up to you now.)
Xanth will walk up to the man behind the bar. "Would you have a pint and some news for a thirsty traveler?"
The bartender pours Xanth an ale, "that'll be a silver. As to the news, it depends on who is asking."
Glynt will casually strum his Lute as he wanders up to the bar, and (being 3'5") if there's a highchair beside the halfling will ask if he can sit there, and ask the barman for an Ale and a plate of what the halfling just had saying, "an empty plate is the sign of a fine meal.".
The bartender will quickly produce another high chair for the Lute playing Gnome. Then head to the kitchen. When he returns he gives the Gnome a wooden plate, it is a stew with bits of venison, potatoes, carrots, onions, some little green flecks floating around, and a big slice of bread, fresh made. He then pours an ale, “two silvers,” he says.
I complement him on the hearty fare and pay the man, subtly - though not too subtle - looking into my sparse coin purse (Note - I keep 2, one with a small amount of cash for handing over to muggers and when I want to get a bit of pity like right now, and another with my actual funds which I keep smuggled away) ...and ask the barman "Is there any ways for a traveller to make some extra coin? I'm good with a tune and happy to work hard".
Portia, (a small halfling girl, long brown hair, light tanned skin and bright blue eyes, looks to be around young adult age for a halfling), enters the town from the north, having come from Miribar. She heard there was people to help find here. She's good at that, having found plenty of people who didn't want to be found. She shudders as she remembered what she was made to do to them, before trying hard to repress the memory again. Having basically no information to go on, she always found the best source of information came from when people had too much to drink so she headed off to the inn. After searching for a short time, and finding the building that looked best suited for information (Ol' Boar Inn), she stands outside the door, adjusts her leather armour, straightens out the two shortswords in scabbards on either hip, makes sure her multitude of daggers are safely stored across her body so that they cause no harm to herself or anyone else, and then enters. She flicks her eyes around the room, and upon seeing so many people who look geared up, she slowly backs away, tripping over a chair accidentally making her presence very obvious and leaves to sit on the floor outside, hoping to catch drunk patrons as they leave.
After joining more my signature got out of hand so I am now a proud member of the extended signature club!! :)
The bartender will look at the Gnome, “This may be your lucky day. Madam Hucrele is at that table.” He points at a table with four sitting at it. “She is wearing that lovely floral dress and bonnet. That is our Constable Felosial with two of her finest sitting with Madam Hucrele. She is looking to hire some adventurous types.”
Everyone in the place turns to see the small Halfling with long brown hair stumble out of the Inn.
There are two Dwarves sitting at a table near the bar, one clearly much older than the other. The elder Dwarf calls up to the bar, “Minus, do you know her.”
The Halfling at the bar shrugs and looks at the Dwarf, “No clue. Very peculiar.”
Xanth will give the Bar man a gold. " Do you have change. Could I get a plate too. As for news I have had visions that told me I needed to be here. So I am here. Now I need to know why."
Xanth( A large man in animal furs with a glave by his side. And a bit of a smell.)
He will turn to the lute playing halfling.
"You any go with that?" Looking at the lute.
.........
Hearing the sudden noise by the door. He will turn quietly and move to grab his weapon but will relax just as quickly and return his attention to the bar man and the Hafling.
"I like to think that I am more than adequate" I reply between mouthfuls - time on the road has taught me to ensure that food gets wolfed down quickly before someone bigger (not hard), meaner (also not hard) or with sharper teeth comes along looking to relieve you of it.
"You any good with that?" I reply looking at the glaive that's at least twice my height.
"I have been up to the task so far. What brings you here?"
"The name's Glynt - I'm just a simple traveller moving from place to place to see what is to be seen, collect songs and stories for retelling and learn the ways of the world". I say as I shovel the last of the food into me.
"Did I hear you say you had a vision to come here? Does that kind of thing happen to you a lot?" I ask as I start to lick the plate clean. "I really like Venison" I add under my breath.
The door opens once more and a red-headed dwarf with a cropped beard and utilitarian robes pushes in, a small keg under his arm. His free hand hikes a thumb over his shoulder and he says, "Anyone know if that fella is all right?" He trundles into the common room and sets his keg on an open part of the bar, smiling at the barkeep and the human and halfling nearby. The dwarf turns to the man behind the bar and extends a hand. "Well met! I'm Aldwin Stoutblood, of Mirabar. I'm a traveling brewer and distiller looking for unique tastes and intriguing ingredients. Might I try some of your local brew?"
The bartender gets the Human a plate of the venison stew with a chunk of bread. It was an end piece. He returns to the big human an electrum and 3 silvers. They bare the unique markings of being minted from Neverwinter.
The bartender pours Aldwin Stoutblood a brew, "That will be a silver piece." Aldwin will taste the brew. It is unique. It is more of a lager, but with a hint of the citrus of an ale. It is not bad for these northern climates, where only the Dwarves can truly brew a good ale and that is because far below ground it is hot from the forges. The best ale is brewed where it is hot.
Aldwin slides a silver piece across the bar and tips his head in thanks as he lifts glass. He closes his eyes as he savors a light taste before taking a larger swig. He sets down the glass and lets out a contented sigh. "That is just fantastic. The citrus really makes this a crisp beverage. Is the citrus grown locally or imported? My compliments to the brewer. Did you brew it? Also, I offer a complimentary dram of this," he says as he pats the mini-keg. "This is a spirit of my own devising. I call it FIFO. Stands for Fire In, Fire Out. 'Tis a high proof whiskey infused with magma peppers, grown in subterranean hothouses in Mirabar. Be careful, though, as it can be jarring to a first time consumer of it, and I recommend having a glass of something else at the ready." Aldwin turns to the human and halfling at the bar. "Would either of you care for a sample?"
The bartender takes the silver, "We brew our own. Citrus does not grow well this far north, so we add persimmons to the barley and hops. It provides a citrus-like tartness." As to the hard stuff, he will graciously decline. "The missus would not approve. And I need to keep Maude happy."
The Halfling on the other hand is willing to give it a try. He gets a local brew as a chaser. He takes a swig of Aldwin's whiskey. He begins to choke, then quickly downs the lager gasping afterwards, "WOW!" The Halfling calls out. He starts to stare at the ceiling.
After a few minutes the Halfling will stagger off the highchair and head toward the door, "Put it on my tab," the Halfling calls out to the bartender. He then heads out the front door.
Once outside, he stumbles over another Halfling (Portia), a little drunk he looks at the other Halfling, "Wow, you're pretty."
Ragdor approaches the tavern, noticing the Halfling stops short of the steps - Greetings lass, are you in need of aid? The dwarf is almost as round as he is tall, dressed in chain with a blue surcoat adorned with the symbol of a burning needle.