The Tavern

[Redbaron™ 690]

Smells of seasoned boar and the sounds of ale filing a cup ring from the tavern. Upon looking at the building you see it's old frames and slanted roof, a rustic looking building. The torches from inside light up the local area. With the rain pouring outside you step into the warm tavern and the smells hit you like a gust of wind. Looking around you see a man in dark green robes sitting in the corner playing with a coin in his hands. Flipping it constantly and keeping his eyes on it. Around him you see the local people.

(( I've seen some rather poor rp on forums going through this thead, so anyone who wants to practice and have a little fun forum rping can join it, anyone can! Remember to keep it more then one liners and explain what your character is doing. Add rp don't take it away! Good luck!

PS. If you want to say something oocly don't just say that, put in a rp comment then the ooc message after. Any questions feel free to pm me to avoid asking me over this.))

[Zayden (Znes6) 17]

*walks into the tavern purposefully, his hand resting on the hilt of his blade. He strides the the counter, leaning over the surface and glancing at the large man scrubbing dishes with his harsh green eyes. He calls out angrily;

"Oi, get me a fawkin' beer before I do it myself, and trust me, ye' don't want that."

*eyes bore into the plump and frightened man as he scrambles to fill glass, his anger poorly concealed towards not only the man, but recent events as well*

((Just wanted to kick this off, and sorry for any Meta/Power gaming towards the poor old bartender, just used the image I always picture when I think of one!))

[Stevie 1598]

Dennis the Peasant stumbles in through the doors, his brown discolored rags that make up his clothing are drenched with rainwater. With the removal of his ragged hood, to which a patch was stitched on, he shakes his mottled dirty blonde hair out, shivering a moment as he makes his way off to an empty booth. Sliding into the wooden booth, he positions himself in the center, grinning widely, but not for show of joy. He wedges a finger into his teeth, picking out a few remnants of green from the grass he was eating prior to his arrival. Turning now to the approaching barmaid, he wipes his finger on his chest -- the rags being dirty and disheveled anyway -- and speaks to her with a low common tongue.

"Oi, 'ow's about a rightful mug'ah mead fer a good workin' man jus' earned 'is daily bread?"

"Certainly, sir. I'll fetch it right away."

"Now that's a good girl, that is."

Dennis leans back in the booth now, showing a grin with intent for happiness this time. He begins to whistle calmly, of a song all too familiar to him.

[aron. 427]

Dennis the Peasant stumbles in through the doors, his brown discolored rags that make up his clothing are drenched with rainwater. With the removal of his ragged hood, to which a patch was stitched on, he shakes his mottled dirty blonde hair out, shivering a moment as he makes his way off to an empty booth. Sliding into the wooden booth, he positions himself in the center, grinning widely, but not for show of joy. He wedges a finger into his teeth, picking out a few remnants of green from the grass he was eating prior to his arrival. Turning now to the approaching barmaid, he wipes his finger on his chest -- the rags being dirty and disheveled anyway -- and speaks to her with a low common tongue.

"Oi, 'ow's about a rightful mug'ah mead fer a good workin' man jus' earned 'is daily bread?"

"Certainly, sir. I'll fetch it right away."

"Now that's a good girl, that is."

Dennis leans back in the booth now, showing a grin with intent for happiness this time. He begins to whistle calmly, of a song all too familiar to him.

((denis the peasent? XD monty python rocks!))

Aron peers in the doorway of the tavern and gingerly smiles to the small barkeep

"All is well, i trust?"

The bartender, although still slightly rattled from being barked at, nods hastily "A-Aye, lord Aron"

Aron gives him one more reassuring nod, and returns to into the streets

[Redbaron™ 690]

*A man who was washing a mug puts it down and walks towards Dennis with a slight limp in his leg. He wears a brown apron that looks old and stained. Underneath the apron he wears a loose long white sleeved shirt. A few winkles reside on his face giving away his age. His greyish brownhair is neatly pushed back under a head band. As he arrives infront of Dennis he waves at the waitress telling her he's got it.*

Leaning forward he said "What's your story lad? You do not look of a typical Salvian." His breath smells of tobacco and you notice slight scars on his forehead and cheek.

*He takes out a old cloth and begins to wipe the counter in front of him as he waits for an answer.*

[Galendar 631]

*Galendar walks into the tavern his cloak dripping wet from the rain. He removes it at the door and walks over to a table setting his cloak in one of the chairs there. Turning to the bartender he says in a tired voice...

"Can I have the usual bartender?" (Galendar comes by here and there for the same thing which would be a tankyard of ale)

*he leans forward rubbing his tired face with both hands, thinking of what he'll do once he leaves the tavern.

[Redbaron™ 690]

*The bartender looks from Dennis to the man who spoke to him, he nods and grabs a class from below the counter, and walks to the back filling it up. After a few moments he returns and slides the glass along the damp counter until it reaches Galendar*

"There ya go"

*He returns his head towards Dennis waiting for the response*

[Galendar 631]

*nods leaving eight minas on the bar. He takes a swig and leans back taking in the surprisingly strong taste of the ale today

"Thank you.."

*he takes another swig and litsens in to Dennis and the bartenders conversation.

[Zayden (Znes6) 17]

*glances to Galendar, whom is sitting within armslenght of him. He grumbles to him, downing his ale quickly before doing so*

"Didn't know ye'd show up to a place like this..."

[Galendar 631]

*chuckles

"I come here every so often to relax a bit. Its good service, great ale, *tosses a few minas on the counter as a tip for the bartender* good service. What brings you 'ere friend?"

*he takes another swig, his lips curling due to how strong it is. Then he looks to the bartender.

"You guys 'ave any steak? Rather hungry."

*he rubs his stomach taking another swig.

[Redbaron™ 690]

*Looks at Galendar before limping away towards a cellar. He disapears for a moment in an open hatch. Returning shortly he carries something surrounded by a creamy brown paper. Placing it on the table he opens it slowly. You see it's salted beef. Taking a long knife he cuts of portion off for Galendar, using delicate turns and twists, careful to not put his hands in the way. After it is cut he removes it from the large portion and places it on a wooden plate, which looks to be homemade as well.*

"Here ya go." *He slides the salted beef towards Galendar*

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Patrick sits in the corner with his feet on the table, a few men in heavy style plate around him, as well as Patrick in gilded steel with the crest of the Horen family on the front

They drink and laugh, eating some salted pork and enjoy the warmth of the tavern

They talk of recent events Patrick bringing up the Inquisition

"Well boys, seems my grandfather has finally put the Inquisition right eh?" he smiles

They nods in agreement

"Albeit, I'm a hit disappointed with the number of ranks and diversity, I bet I could convince my grandfather to adjust it and such."

"Aye" says one of the men "The Inquisition your father wrote got corrupted by weak men and wasn't given its full power. The ranks were well though. It let people each have their own purpose within the order while still being able to do their duties"

Patrick smiles at the wise man "Aye, very true lad. Now how are all of you my friends? I only did just get back a few days ago. What's new?"

They all begin talking, telling of new events and odd things

[Scipp3r 451]

Patrick Denims walks into the Tavern with a scribe and one well armed man-at-arms.

He notices Patrick, his godson, in the large expensive booth and walks over to greet him.

He is stopped by the large Inquisitors and tell him to step aside. Patrick looks to his godson and awaits him to ensure his men he is safe and he may pass.

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Patrick Denims walks into the Tavern with a scribe and one well armed man-at-arms.

He notices Patrick, his godson, in the large expensive booth and walks over to greet him.

He is stopped by the large Inquisitors and tell him to step aside. Patrick looks to his godson and awaits him to ensure his men he is safe and he may pass.

Patrick smiles at his godfather "Oh my friends, let my beloved godfather sit. He does a wonderous much indeed for Oren" he gives a loving and warm smile

"Sit godfather, come drink talk and eat with us."

The Inquisitors smile at Patrick Denims, slapping him on the back and sitting him down, pouring him beer and getting him food

[Scipp3r 451]

Patrick rubs his back and returns the smile. He takes a grilled leek from the appetizing tray and says in a modest tone.

"I hope things are going well my godson, after all with all these new changes and edicts it is good to cherish to time we have to discuss our latest achievements and advances."