''Well'' says Anearis, ''Since this town seems to be on the edge of the border between Cathaan and Shinra, my instinct tells me that it probably will not have much use once we are out of this town, other than perhaps prove that I work for the Archmeister, if this means anything to the people of Shinra. I suppose their really is only one way to find out.''
With that, he beckons the horse to move forward, into the city of Midgar.
Moving into the city, you pass the barrier wall, stretching only three or four feet vertically above the street. The first buildings, just beyond the barrier wall, while although mostly only one story buildings, are very wide and lack any type of ornament; perhaps used for storage or business other than housing or commerce. Once past these however, which seem to make a barrier of their own, begins a hodgepodge of a city.
The main street the party’s wagon wheels down is lined with a mixture of architecture types and reasons for existence, like the buildings simply sprung up independently of each other, and had never experienced the forethought of city planning.
The party passes a mixture of taverns, stores, houses, and several buildings that are simply unidentifiable from the outside. By no means is it a bustling metropolis like the capital of Cathaan, but at this time of day, one would expect most to be closing up shop or at home eating dinner. In addition to the lack of conformity that the capital city displayed, regarding the buildings and their layout, Midgar had a comparatively lower guard presence, on the streets themselves.
A three story gothic, black stone building, with tall thin slit windows, had a double wide door on the second floor, and a wrought iron staircase leading down to the street itself. A faded wooden sign at street level showed an open book with a vial of some liquid resting beside it. While directly next to this building was then a flat single story box of a building, made seemingly entirely of wood, with a narrow door and wide windows housing flower boxes. No signage or anything to mark the building. Such differences continue on both sides of the street as you continue.
Even the fountain which you had seen from afar now seems out of place considering its surroundings. However, as you draw nearer, you see the base of that spire, originally pointed out to the party by the bridge’s ‘south guard’, directly next to the fountain. The spire was not a tower atop some grand building, but the building itself, stretching its narrow self, from the ground, to potentially five stories high. It’s vision was like something out of a twisted fairytale where an evil wizard or dragon might imprison a captured princess.
Across the street, south to this spire stands a smaller though equally impressive building. Three stories high with bright ornate wooden trimming curving around the windows and roof, as well as a series of balconies circling the building. It was a very light colored wooden and stone building, perhaps even pure white, though somewhat faded with time, however still well kept.
The main entrance was a set of study looking double doors, several feet above the street itself. A small stone landing with a wooden staircase led to them, the whole section encased by roofed arches. The name itself was carved into the face of the doors, and had a sheen to it. Then above the doorway, but beneath the shade of the 'deck' roof was a sign with a picture of a very well-endowed woman, holding two casks on her shoulders. The name read “Maiden’s Bossom.”
"The Maiden's Blossom seems as good a place as any,"Ura replies. "We'll need rooms for the night anyhow, it's too late to continue onwards and we have to plan our next move. The only thing I'm thinking is that if it really was the Berossus family fleeing here, they'd probably consider even a place like the Blossom to be too substandard for their posh asses. They'd have to really, really want to lay low to not go for the most expensive digs in town, if you ask me. And from what the gate guards said of them, it definitely sounds like they weren't interested in laying low. And like the Southern District was somewhere they probably wouldn't be caught dead hanging around in." She sighs. "Let's take care of ourselves first, though."
Ura steps towards the Maiden's Blossom, sizing it up from the outside, trying to judge how the outward appearance of the tavern (or inn) would reflect upon the level of patronage inside. "Dive or fern bar?"she mumbles under her breath, making her way towards the door and pushing it open.
Uthal just shrugs and follows along. "My question is, now that we're in a new country, can I put my own clothes back on? These things are so tight." To make his point the clothes rip a bit when he moves his arm to gesture at them and he has to cast mending again.
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As Ura pushes at the door, nothing happens, though that is quickly rectified by pulling the handle outward. Even though the door is fairly large and solid, it opens with relative ease for someone of her size. The door itself opens to a small box of a room, barely large enough to fit a few people, and any attempt for Uthal to squeeze in with the rest of the party, would likely result in some bruising.
As Ura steps in, a large body blocks her progression any further. It is a great horned man, a dark red, almost to the point of becoming black, skin tone, though with bright splotches, like a dying coal, still hot, struggling to continue burning. Thick black hair justs from his head and travels down his back, giving the appearance of a mane, more than flowing hair. He wears no shirt, but long tanned leather braces run the leangth of his forearms, and he wears a pair of pants and boots that match. While an extremely simplistic outfit, it is clean and well tailored, and further offset by a gold chain around his neck and several rings of differing metals. He looks Ura up and down, without saying a word, and then as though your appearance is acceptable to whatever unknown criteria he may have had, he speaks "Member or visitor?"
Ura blinks, eyes drawn instantly to the bling around the tiefling's neck. Gold! she thinks, struggling to swallow some drool. No wait, focus, Ura! she self-corrects before it gets too awkward. "Visitors, multiple,"she replies, stepping back slightly and using her thumb to point at the others behind her. "The gate guard directed us here. We're looking for a place to stable our horses and a meal and lodgings for the evening. Are we in the right place?"
The tiefling, held out his hand and monotonously spoke, “Visitor entrance fee, one gold piece per visitor. This allows you one day and one night access to make purchase of all goods and services, that the Maiden’s Bosom has to offer. Individual prices and lists of services are available inside, upon request.”
Even though his gaze was on Ura as he spoke, he may as well have been miles away. Tthe words came out as if he was reading a pre-written statement, or at the very least had said the same thing so many times before that the entire thing was ingrained and reciting it was more impulse than conscious thought.
As Anearis slides past Ura, into the tight fit of a room, for the two of them and a tiefling, the man moves his gaze to the new elf, though only with his eyes, as his head stayed straight ahead.
He accepts the gold pieces and lets them drop into the slot atop a box, mounted to the wall beside him. "Please enjoy your stay at the Maiden's Bossom." He steps aside and allows you to pass, welcoming you inside.
As soon as you pass through the threshold of that small entry, into the larger room, the ambiance and energy of the establishment, hits you. A warm yellowish light fills the entire area, coming from chandeliers hanging around the room. Silk banners and curtains were draped as impromptu walls in areas, creating a feeling of privacy for those beyond. Large wooden tables of dark polished wood, at differing heights, with large padded chairs, and couches, even pillows large enough for several people to lay upon. The far wall had a raised center stage, on which a band of minstrels was casually playing a low-tempo music. In one corner a large circular booth, seeming made entirely of fabric and pillows, surrounded a man-sized water pipe, with several individuals smoking from it. Many of the patrons were wearing loose fluffy white robes with the letters 'MB' embroidered on the chest. Even the temperature of the air feels warmer than it had been, only a few steps prior.
The length of the room's left wall was a bar and high counter of the same wood displayed everywhere else. Behind the bar, with a radiating good-natured smile, a plump blue-skinned woman, with beads of moisture on her skin, as if she had just freshly stepped from a bath or done extraneous activity to no end. She had large black eyes, and was dressed in a flowing dress robe of various shades of black, purples, and blues. She flashes a warm smile in the direction of the party. "Come in dears. Welcome to the Maiden's Bossom! How may we help you feel her warm embrace?"
Anearis took a moment to take in his surroundings. The inn felt cozy and welcoming, but this would definitely not be a recurring expanse. After the blue woman greeted them, he decided to walk up to the bar.
‘’Thank you for your hospitality. I am Anearis. My companions and I are wary from the road.’’ He points at the other elf, the half giant and the knight.
“Of course, dear. I’ll have Vincent fix you up some plates. Please, come sit.” She taps the counter, "The Maiden’s Bossom has many goods and services to offer, and since I’m gathering this is your first time...” She pulls an extremely thin leather bound book, for lack of a better term, from beneath the bar. ”The basic entry for a visitor provides you access to all levels of entertainment; the music, the bar, the spa, the arena, and even basic room and board for the night. All services have various upgrades and a menu to enhance your stay. And of course all purchases come with complimentary rumors.” She flashes her warm smile again.
Ura is one step ahead of the rest of them, and hops up on one of the bar stool, pulling the thin ‘book’ towards her. “So it is pronounced ‘bosom’, but it’s written with two ‘s’s?” She noticed the spelling upon the leather, matching the signage outside. And while awaiting an answer begins to peruse the pages.
((First page))
DRINKS
Basics Locals:
Ale (mug/pint/gallon) (4cp/1sp/2sp)
-Brown
-Pale
-Golden
Wine - Common (glass/bottle) (1sp/5sp)
Wine - Fine (glass/bottle) (5sp/10gp)
House Specialties and Imports:
Talenth Wine (Wine) (1sp glass/10 sp bottle)
Brown Smoke (Distilled)(1 gp glass)
Pumine (Wine)(5 sp glass)
Halzbier (Ale)(5sp mug / 7 sp pint)
Frostfoam Beer (Mead)(2 gp pint)
Kinderry (Cider)(2 sp mug)
Prickly Cactus (Distilled)(1 gp glass)
Spitfire (Distilled)(9 sp glass)
Dwarfhead Stout (Ale)(1sp mug / 3sp pint)
Frostwine (Wine)(2 gp per bottle)
Silverforge Beer (Distilled Ale)(5 gp per bottle)
Lindlewell (Distilled Wine)(5 sp mini-bottle)
Black Charger (Distilled)(3 sp goblet)
Moondrop (Mead) (1 gp pint)
”It’s a bit of a play on words. ‘Bossom’ is the family name, however pronounced the same. Hence the idea for the establishment’s title as well.”
The woman continues performing her duties behind the bar, while conversing with the party, even when serving drinks to patrons further down the counter, she called an answer out to Uthal’s question.
”Formally run games of chance are outlawed within the city. However, betting on certain contests of skill, such as races or in our own case, combat, is not.” She walks back to the party, with a goblet in hand; a drink she had just poured, seemingly for herself, as she then takes a swig.
“A fellow your size, interested in the arena makes sense. Are any of you betting men then, or simply looking to punch someone?”
Sipping again at her goblet, the woman folders a bar towel that she was using to wipe the counter and tucks it beneath the bar.
"Well of course you can bet on yourself. A fighting man's money is shines just the same as a spectator's. We'll gladly take it all the same. Oh, Vincent" She looks over your shoulder towards a figure that he just entered a nearby side door, behind the counter, and was walking towards the entrance you all first came through. It was the same tiefling that had been manning the door and collected your entry fee. "I need food for this party of four."
The tiefling stops and grumbles, but then turns from his original path and heads back towards the side door. The woman turns back to you all, "He may not be much of a conversationalist, but my husband's the best cook in town. I'm living proof of that." She runs her hands down her sides, outlining the dress to her figure, to showoff her size and curves. She smiled, showing pride in it, as she did. "When we first met, I was only a hundred pounds." She laughed again, cheerfully. "So what else can get you all? Drink? Smoke? Some company?"
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''Well'' says Anearis, ''Since this town seems to be on the edge of the border between Cathaan and Shinra, my instinct tells me that it probably will not have much use once we are out of this town, other than perhaps prove that I work for the Archmeister, if this means anything to the people of Shinra. I suppose their really is only one way to find out.''
With that, he beckons the horse to move forward, into the city of Midgar.
Moving into the city, you pass the barrier wall, stretching only three or four feet vertically above the street. The first buildings, just beyond the barrier wall, while although mostly only one story buildings, are very wide and lack any type of ornament; perhaps used for storage or business other than housing or commerce. Once past these however, which seem to make a barrier of their own, begins a hodgepodge of a city.
The main street the party’s wagon wheels down is lined with a mixture of architecture types and reasons for existence, like the buildings simply sprung up independently of each other, and had never experienced the forethought of city planning.
The party passes a mixture of taverns, stores, houses, and several buildings that are simply unidentifiable from the outside. By no means is it a bustling metropolis like the capital of Cathaan, but at this time of day, one would expect most to be closing up shop or at home eating dinner. In addition to the lack of conformity that the capital city displayed, regarding the buildings and their layout, Midgar had a comparatively lower guard presence, on the streets themselves.
A three story gothic, black stone building, with tall thin slit windows, had a double wide door on the second floor, and a wrought iron staircase leading down to the street itself. A faded wooden sign at street level showed an open book with a vial of some liquid resting beside it. While directly next to this building was then a flat single story box of a building, made seemingly entirely of wood, with a narrow door and wide windows housing flower boxes. No signage or anything to mark the building. Such differences continue on both sides of the street as you continue.
Even the fountain which you had seen from afar now seems out of place considering its surroundings. However, as you draw nearer, you see the base of that spire, originally pointed out to the party by the bridge’s ‘south guard’, directly next to the fountain. The spire was not a tower atop some grand building, but the building itself, stretching its narrow self, from the ground, to potentially five stories high. It’s vision was like something out of a twisted fairytale where an evil wizard or dragon might imprison a captured princess.
Across the street, south to this spire stands a smaller though equally impressive building. Three stories high with bright ornate wooden trimming curving around the windows and roof, as well as a series of balconies circling the building. It was a very light colored wooden and stone building, perhaps even pure white, though somewhat faded with time, however still well kept.
The main entrance was a set of study looking double doors, several feet above the street itself. A small stone landing with a wooden staircase led to them, the whole section encased by roofed arches. The name itself was carved into the face of the doors, and had a sheen to it. Then above the doorway, but beneath the shade of the 'deck' roof was a sign with a picture of a very well-endowed woman, holding two casks on her shoulders. The name read “Maiden’s Bossom.”
"This looks to be the place the Shinra guard was talking about."
Anearis looks at the building, not entirely convinced.
"So Ura, where do you think we should start our investigation?"
"The Maiden's Blossom seems as good a place as any," Ura replies. "We'll need rooms for the night anyhow, it's too late to continue onwards and we have to plan our next move. The only thing I'm thinking is that if it really was the Berossus family fleeing here, they'd probably consider even a place like the Blossom to be too substandard for their posh asses. They'd have to really, really want to lay low to not go for the most expensive digs in town, if you ask me. And from what the gate guards said of them, it definitely sounds like they weren't interested in laying low. And like the Southern District was somewhere they probably wouldn't be caught dead hanging around in." She sighs. "Let's take care of ourselves first, though."
Ura steps towards the Maiden's Blossom, sizing it up from the outside, trying to judge how the outward appearance of the tavern (or inn) would reflect upon the level of patronage inside. "Dive or fern bar?" she mumbles under her breath, making her way towards the door and pushing it open.
Uthal just shrugs and follows along. "My question is, now that we're in a new country, can I put my own clothes back on? These things are so tight." To make his point the clothes rip a bit when he moves his arm to gesture at them and he has to cast mending again.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
As Ura pushes at the door, nothing happens, though that is quickly rectified by pulling the handle outward. Even though the door is fairly large and solid, it opens with relative ease for someone of her size. The door itself opens to a small box of a room, barely large enough to fit a few people, and any attempt for Uthal to squeeze in with the rest of the party, would likely result in some bruising.
As Ura steps in, a large body blocks her progression any further. It is a great horned man, a dark red, almost to the point of becoming black, skin tone, though with bright splotches, like a dying coal, still hot, struggling to continue burning. Thick black hair justs from his head and travels down his back, giving the appearance of a mane, more than flowing hair. He wears no shirt, but long tanned leather braces run the leangth of his forearms, and he wears a pair of pants and boots that match. While an extremely simplistic outfit, it is clean and well tailored, and further offset by a gold chain around his neck and several rings of differing metals. He looks Ura up and down, without saying a word, and then as though your appearance is acceptable to whatever unknown criteria he may have had, he speaks "Member or visitor?"
Ura blinks, eyes drawn instantly to the bling around the tiefling's neck. Gold! she thinks, struggling to swallow some drool. No wait, focus, Ura! she self-corrects before it gets too awkward. "Visitors, multiple," she replies, stepping back slightly and using her thumb to point at the others behind her. "The gate guard directed us here. We're looking for a place to stable our horses and a meal and lodgings for the evening. Are we in the right place?"
The tiefling, held out his hand and monotonously spoke, “Visitor entrance fee, one gold piece per visitor. This allows you one day and one night access to make purchase of all goods and services, that the Maiden’s Bosom has to offer. Individual prices and lists of services are available inside, upon request.”
Even though his gaze was on Ura as he spoke, he may as well have been miles away. Tthe words came out as if he was reading a pre-written statement, or at the very least had said the same thing so many times before that the entire thing was ingrained and reciting it was more impulse than conscious thought.
Ura looks back at Anaeris and shrugs, saying "1 gold to get in, and more to get served! So what's the deal, boss?"
"Unless you can charge this to your master, I'd suggest looking for more reasonable prices. We're not made of gold."
Anearis takes 4 gold coins out of a pouch hidden under his clothes. He presents them to the tiefling.
"Room and board, please. For me and my companions."
He then looks at his "hired guards".
"If you want anything more, you pay it from your pocket."
Uthal nods what may be a response to Anearis' statement or a thank you. It's hard to tell from his face.
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As Anearis slides past Ura, into the tight fit of a room, for the two of them and a tiefling, the man moves his gaze to the new elf, though only with his eyes, as his head stayed straight ahead.
He accepts the gold pieces and lets them drop into the slot atop a box, mounted to the wall beside him. "Please enjoy your stay at the Maiden's Bossom." He steps aside and allows you to pass, welcoming you inside.
As soon as you pass through the threshold of that small entry, into the larger room, the ambiance and energy of the establishment, hits you. A warm yellowish light fills the entire area, coming from chandeliers hanging around the room. Silk banners and curtains were draped as impromptu walls in areas, creating a feeling of privacy for those beyond. Large wooden tables of dark polished wood, at differing heights, with large padded chairs, and couches, even pillows large enough for several people to lay upon. The far wall had a raised center stage, on which a band of minstrels was casually playing a low-tempo music. In one corner a large circular booth, seeming made entirely of fabric and pillows, surrounded a man-sized water pipe, with several individuals smoking from it. Many of the patrons were wearing loose fluffy white robes with the letters 'MB' embroidered on the chest. Even the temperature of the air feels warmer than it had been, only a few steps prior.
The length of the room's left wall was a bar and high counter of the same wood displayed everywhere else. Behind the bar, with a radiating good-natured smile, a plump blue-skinned woman, with beads of moisture on her skin, as if she had just freshly stepped from a bath or done extraneous activity to no end. She had large black eyes, and was dressed in a flowing dress robe of various shades of black, purples, and blues. She flashes a warm smile in the direction of the party. "Come in dears. Welcome to the Maiden's Bossom! How may we help you feel her warm embrace?"
Anearis took a moment to take in his surroundings. The inn felt cozy and welcoming, but this would definitely not be a recurring expanse. After the blue woman greeted them, he decided to walk up to the bar.
‘’Thank you for your hospitality. I am Anearis. My companions and I are wary from the road.’’ He points at the other elf, the half giant and the knight.
’’Would it be possible to bring us a warm meal?’’
“Of course, dear. I’ll have Vincent fix you up some plates. Please, come sit.” She taps the counter, "The Maiden’s Bossom has many goods and services to offer, and since I’m gathering this is your first time...” She pulls an extremely thin leather bound book, for lack of a better term, from beneath the bar. ”The basic entry for a visitor provides you access to all levels of entertainment; the music, the bar, the spa, the arena, and even basic room and board for the night. All services have various upgrades and a menu to enhance your stay. And of course all purchases come with complimentary rumors.” She flashes her warm smile again.
Ura is one step ahead of the rest of them, and hops up on one of the bar stool, pulling the thin ‘book’ towards her. “So it is pronounced ‘bosom’, but it’s written with two ‘s’s?” She noticed the spelling upon the leather, matching the signage outside. And while awaiting an answer begins to peruse the pages.
((First page))
DRINKS
Basics Locals:
House Specialties and Imports:
”It’s a bit of a play on words. ‘Bossom’ is the family name, however pronounced the same. Hence the idea for the establishment’s title as well.”
Uthal parks up a bit at the list. "What's this about an arena?"
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The woman continues performing her duties behind the bar, while conversing with the party, even when serving drinks to patrons further down the counter, she called an answer out to Uthal’s question.
”Formally run games of chance are outlawed within the city. However, betting on certain contests of skill, such as races or in our own case, combat, is not.” She walks back to the party, with a goblet in hand; a drink she had just poured, seemingly for herself, as she then takes a swig.
“A fellow your size, interested in the arena makes sense. Are any of you betting men then, or simply looking to punch someone?”
"Anything to stop a man betting on himself?"
"Modesty, humility, good taste..." Ura intones from the side, nose still buried in the menu.
Sipping again at her goblet, the woman folders a bar towel that she was using to wipe the counter and tucks it beneath the bar.
"Well of course you can bet on yourself. A fighting man's money is shines just the same as a spectator's. We'll gladly take it all the same. Oh, Vincent" She looks over your shoulder towards a figure that he just entered a nearby side door, behind the counter, and was walking towards the entrance you all first came through. It was the same tiefling that had been manning the door and collected your entry fee. "I need food for this party of four."
The tiefling stops and grumbles, but then turns from his original path and heads back towards the side door. The woman turns back to you all, "He may not be much of a conversationalist, but my husband's the best cook in town. I'm living proof of that." She runs her hands down her sides, outlining the dress to her figure, to showoff her size and curves. She smiled, showing pride in it, as she did. "When we first met, I was only a hundred pounds." She laughed again, cheerfully. "So what else can get you all? Drink? Smoke? Some company?"