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Out of Character Thread.
Rogues Gallery Thread.
You've arrived at Verbobonc about a week ago. While on the lookout of an adventure, you occasionally heard reference about a tavern called the 'Walking Woodsman'. Appearantly, this seems to be a gatherplace for people who travel around for coin a lot. If someone is in need of a defending hand on a journey, needs some item delivered in another town or wants info about a certain area, the Woodsman is the place to be. One evening, you decide to check the tavern out.
Although the tavern's walls are made of stone, on the inside they are covered by wooden plates and decorated by stuffed animalheads and hides from various animals such as wolves, bears, deers and lynxes. The common room stretches fifty feet from east to west by thirty feet from north to south with the entrance in the middle of the south door. The fireplace in the northwestern corner is burning a small fire. The bar is about five feat parallel to the eastern wall, interrupted in the middle to pass through. The tables are made of what seems to be a good quality of wood, while the chairs are covered with a bit of cloth. Several torches on the wall provide the illumination. There is an open door in the western wall, leading to the kitchen. There's also a closed door in the northern wall, west of the bar. A tall, slender man in his late forties, wearing a plain shirt and trousers, is standing behind the bar, giving you a small nod as you enter. Two young women in short clean white dresses are walking around cleaning tables, picking up orders, bringing drinks and collecting empty jugs and glasses. The are about ten visitors currently present.
The one drawing the most attention is a dwarf, dressed in mail sitting on a table in the southwestern corner, telling a story about how he and two of his comrades slayed a really big black dragon. He obviously has has too much to drink already, though that doesn't keep the tall, muscled man dressed in goodlooking clothes right from him to keep giving him more beer. The other people on the table, a goodlooking averagesized woman with appearantly an elf among her ancestors in a decent dress, a short overweighted man in some casial wear and a small Halfling woman with very long brown hair in robes are listening with interest, occasionally laughing when the drunken Dwarf falls into talking gibberish, though they seem to take the story lightly.
A group of two elves, possibly a couple, and a halfelf are sitting at the table in front of the fireplace, all wearing traveller clothes. All three looked at you the moment you entered, size-ing you and then ignoring you. Appearantly, the male elf is disturbed by the loud dwarf, occasionally cursing at him in elven tongue. The woman and the male halfbreed try to calm him. The dwarf and his comrades don't seem to notice. A tall, elder man in decent clothes is at the bar, talking to the barkeeper. The last man is sitting by himself at one of the tables. He's having a glass of wine while hanging back, as if displaying, look, here I am. He's wearing a chain shirt and dark leather trousers and boots. Two large swords hang down his sides.
There's six tables. The dwarf and his group are sitting at the southwestern table, the elves at the northwestern table and the single man at the northeastern table. The northern table, southern table and southwestern table are currently empty.
Rogues Gallery Thread.
You've arrived at Verbobonc about a week ago. While on the lookout of an adventure, you occasionally heard reference about a tavern called the 'Walking Woodsman'. Appearantly, this seems to be a gatherplace for people who travel around for coin a lot. If someone is in need of a defending hand on a journey, needs some item delivered in another town or wants info about a certain area, the Woodsman is the place to be. One evening, you decide to check the tavern out.
Although the tavern's walls are made of stone, on the inside they are covered by wooden plates and decorated by stuffed animalheads and hides from various animals such as wolves, bears, deers and lynxes. The common room stretches fifty feet from east to west by thirty feet from north to south with the entrance in the middle of the south door. The fireplace in the northwestern corner is burning a small fire. The bar is about five feat parallel to the eastern wall, interrupted in the middle to pass through. The tables are made of what seems to be a good quality of wood, while the chairs are covered with a bit of cloth. Several torches on the wall provide the illumination. There is an open door in the western wall, leading to the kitchen. There's also a closed door in the northern wall, west of the bar. A tall, slender man in his late forties, wearing a plain shirt and trousers, is standing behind the bar, giving you a small nod as you enter. Two young women in short clean white dresses are walking around cleaning tables, picking up orders, bringing drinks and collecting empty jugs and glasses. The are about ten visitors currently present.
The one drawing the most attention is a dwarf, dressed in mail sitting on a table in the southwestern corner, telling a story about how he and two of his comrades slayed a really big black dragon. He obviously has has too much to drink already, though that doesn't keep the tall, muscled man dressed in goodlooking clothes right from him to keep giving him more beer. The other people on the table, a goodlooking averagesized woman with appearantly an elf among her ancestors in a decent dress, a short overweighted man in some casial wear and a small Halfling woman with very long brown hair in robes are listening with interest, occasionally laughing when the drunken Dwarf falls into talking gibberish, though they seem to take the story lightly.
A group of two elves, possibly a couple, and a halfelf are sitting at the table in front of the fireplace, all wearing traveller clothes. All three looked at you the moment you entered, size-ing you and then ignoring you. Appearantly, the male elf is disturbed by the loud dwarf, occasionally cursing at him in elven tongue. The woman and the male halfbreed try to calm him. The dwarf and his comrades don't seem to notice. A tall, elder man in decent clothes is at the bar, talking to the barkeeper. The last man is sitting by himself at one of the tables. He's having a glass of wine while hanging back, as if displaying, look, here I am. He's wearing a chain shirt and dark leather trousers and boots. Two large swords hang down his sides.
There's six tables. The dwarf and his group are sitting at the southwestern table, the elves at the northwestern table and the single man at the northeastern table. The northern table, southern table and southwestern table are currently empty.
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