Tavern - City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn '08

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The Red Dragon Inn
The Red Dragon Inn is home to a motley sort of people. Located near an incredibly life-like statue of a Great Red Wyrm, rumored to in fact be a petrified dragon. Surrounded by a complex of two taverns and a huge inn with hundreds of rooms of flexible cost, the Red Dragon only irks a small amount of it's costs from the ale and bedding. In fact, most of the profits accumulated at the Red Dragon come from individuals that may never have set foot inside at all.

The Red Dragon is the functioning base of operation of a huge number of adventuresome individuals. Oftentimes a wealthy employer will post an advertisement at the establishment, costing anywhere from nothing for those who need help the most, to hundreds of thousands of gold pieces from kindoms farther away than most people knew the world stretched.

Who sets these prices? The bartender, an infamous brewer by the name of Joe Smith. His reputation is in his bar, and the bar is in his heart. He makes the decision to let the poor and neady post warrants, jobs, and anything else for pennies, while charging absolutely abusive amounts of money for the wealthy to have a similar contract. People pay what he thinks they should pay, and all but those that shouldn't be posting here anyway make the concessions to do so.

This has allowed the bar to grow to it's incredible size. Many a new table was paid for by a simple advertisement. And, in exchange, the Red Dragon is open and often free to it's clients. Drinks of all sorts, wines, ale, milk, and foreign fruits all make their way to the Red Dragon, where anything is possible. The only people not permitted in the Red Dragon are those that offend the barkeep.

Many people tell the stories about the historical figures that have graced the Red Dragon. Many of these stories are told in the stories of bards and the wives tales of the oldest bar maids. The interior is ever changing, some tables being made of common woods, and others being purchased at extreme costs to accomodate the best of heroes and nobles. If someone doesn't like linen bedsheets, oftentimes silk will be imported within the hour to cover those that need it. Of course, this tends to be the path to offending old Joe, but he won't kick you out till your willing to leave on your own.

The dragon's eyes glow at night, acting as a beacon. The street lights on the paths outside allow for an excellent night-time environment. By the time everyone wakes up, they can find a bed of toasted breads, morning pastries, cheeses, eggs, and if they need something special, it only takes a few minutes to make. The Red Dragon is obviously a fine place to spend a night. Of course, the clientel that come her most often are also the same kind of folk that always find themselves on the road, and having a home away from home is a huge reason why they all return here eventually.

The first thing any visitor should do, upon entering the the Red Dragon, is shuffle up to Joe. The barmaids try to ensure that this happens promptly, because Joe can't stand anyone that doesn't say hi at the very least. The second thing Joe does to any visitor, is to get them to shout out their name and any important facts about themselves that others might need to know. Then, third, the entire bar greets the newcomer and gets back to their drinking. It's all just customery, but Joe sure does appreciate it.

Dianna, Barbarian

A slim woman with a bow and quiver of arrows slung over her shoulder slowly walked up to the bar. She laid one hand on her hip as her spiked chain dangled from the other hip. She introduced herself to the barkeeper Joe. "Hi I'm Dianna. Is that a party on the other side of town?"

"Not sure which party you mean," pipes up a grayish dwarf with a fine, patterned waraxe, walking in slightly before Dianna's statement. "But it's one I'm not attending. Have to take care of the shop here, for now."

The dwarf looks over Dianna's weaponry. "The name's Thargon Kolex, craftsman. That's a nice spiked chain you have there. They aren't that easy to make."

A young, tall man with black hair and grey eyes enters the inn, looking visibly exhausted, but still glad. He is wearing a glistening chain shirt made of a fine, silvery, and apparently very light material.
"I am Semabin ai Harudan, of the Sairundani tribe of the Zephyr." he introduces himself almost automatically before settling down at the bar.

The dwarf approaches Semabin, stunned. "Good to meet you, Semabin. I am Kolex, Thargon Kolex." He can barely stop looking over Semabin's form. "I'm sorry to be so forward, but your armor... Is that mithral?"

Semabin nods at Kolex's question. "Yes, indeed it is. A pricey investment, but I can already feel it was worth the price and the sweat."

Semabin simply nods, still a bit exhausted from his part in the forgework that created his new armor.

InVinoVeritas said:

"A beauty such as this is definitely worth the price. I am a craftsman. Most adventurers turn to me for weapons and armor, but I also perform general blacksmithing and masonry as well. I can make you a lock for that chain, Dianna, or a crowbar that refuses to bend, for example."

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"Most crowbars will not bend, until you really push. Can you really make a crowbar that will never bend?" Asks the giant Orc.

The dwarf grins. "Certainly. Make it out of ceramic. Then it breaks before it bends. But that's just a gnome trick. Otherwise, an adamantine crowbar, although prohibitively expensive for its intended purpose, will withstand a giant pulling on it."

"This city's great, with the different folks here. Just great. Do you have a name, orc?"