TwistedMindInc
First Post
An evil moathouse? How did such a small town find itself such big trouble? First the Temple, and now .. if the rumors were true.. there is a moat house that is just a mere scratching of the surface. Did this mean you needed to rid the smaller establishment of the corrupt beings it possess first? And.. did someone say something about a dragon?!
The Welcome Wench was bustling, as per usual for this time of evening. A fire roared within the oversized hearth; combined with the sheer number of occupants the people inside of the tavern did not go cold. Seated beside the fireplace was a bard, surrounded by a half dozen women-folk. It must have been his devilish good looks, as his singing ability made the yowling cats in the allies sound musical. Behind the bar a dour looking woman leaned, a scowl settled upon her visage, and arms crossed over her bosom. She truly did not radiate the warmth the fire did. Besides these two of note, a few others stood out. A shady looking gnome upon a bar stool, whom every so often shot a curious look about the Wench. Also a rather loud and boorish man bedecked in half-plate draws a lot of attention as he drunkily staggers from his bar stool and out the front door, rambling on about doing something like a race horse. Lastly, a young beauty bustles about the Inn aiding those in need of drinks and food.
The Welcome Wench was bustling, as per usual for this time of evening. A fire roared within the oversized hearth; combined with the sheer number of occupants the people inside of the tavern did not go cold. Seated beside the fireplace was a bard, surrounded by a half dozen women-folk. It must have been his devilish good looks, as his singing ability made the yowling cats in the allies sound musical. Behind the bar a dour looking woman leaned, a scowl settled upon her visage, and arms crossed over her bosom. She truly did not radiate the warmth the fire did. Besides these two of note, a few others stood out. A shady looking gnome upon a bar stool, whom every so often shot a curious look about the Wench. Also a rather loud and boorish man bedecked in half-plate draws a lot of attention as he drunkily staggers from his bar stool and out the front door, rambling on about doing something like a race horse. Lastly, a young beauty bustles about the Inn aiding those in need of drinks and food.