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Message: <blockquote data-quote="OnlytheStrong" data-source="post: 4014441" data-attributes="member: 54781">You could go the simple route (which would be far easier and probably more appropriate) or you could go the other extreme and make it a beautiful place to be. Nice oaken floors, a huge fire pit in the middle of the tavern. Let's try describing it lol. Disclaimer, this may suck:[sblock=Sorta a story] You walk into the Rock Bottom expecting it to live up to its name. Your jaw drops as you enter, trying to absorb every detail of this place. To your right, a couple of small tables and chairs, then the wall. Straight ahead of you on the other side of the room is the bar, running nearly half the length of the tavern. You're eyes fall on a lovely tavern wench, who smiles and invites you to sit at the bar. Your boots click loudly on the oak floor and you are amazed as you glance up to see a chandolier made from antlers above your head. You sit on the padded barstool and order your favorite drink, which the bartender brings to you almost instantly. You glance to the left, toward the end of the bar and see the stairs leading up apparently to where you will stay for the night. A loud bang comes from behind you as the door slams open. The bartender gives a hollar as it happens, you turn expecting the worst. A hunter, back with a kill of some exotic beast, has thought to increase his fame by sharing the spoils of his hunt and the tale of course. The wench that greeted you hurries into some room that is hidden by the stairwell (which finishes off that side of the room near the bar) and returns with what looks like a long iron rod. She impales the newly dead creature and, with help, hoists him over the fire. The tavern patrons ew and ah at the man's story, amazed that he survived it at all. You return to your drink, turning every once in a while to look around the room. Behind you and to the left you see more tables, as well as the firepit that was currently roasting dinner. Children rushed to the hunters' feet to listen to his ever growing tale. The wench cuts into the beast, more than happy to serve the tavern patrons. You eat the meat greedily, you have been on the road for weeks after all. Tossing coins on the bar, you retreat up the stairs. You finally notice the animal heads on the wall, but oddly only on one side. The other side had paintings and rather expensive looking figurines on it. You shake your head. This place didn't fit its name at all............[/sblock]</blockquote>

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