Tarumen, Land of Earth and Sky

[sword-dancer]

Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen

Now we´re going

"Greets ..I .. want .. to rest and .. to buy a .. few .. things, in .. this town, .and see ..if i there is ...something I could.. help with...the beast."

*After the guards checked his possesions, he follows Zan to the able apple)*

"Hello..I want.. a bed, if possible.. a room, a.. bath, and then .. something . to eat, but first a rabbit.. or young chicken.. or such, unskinned. with ..a. pot..of..water for .Cyorel "

all in this slolw rough croaking voice

 

[sukael]

*Erland absently looks through the wares on display before heading to the building with the purple-flowered vine.*

Well, he thinks to himself, here's hoping no one's beat me to it.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The Able Apple has a wooden sign out front, carved and painted with an apple pie on it. Wooden shutters are flung open at the windows, and the stone-slab door is set aside to welcome visitors. Atop the building a large apple tree, heavy with the fragrent fruit, holds pride-of-place. The scent of warm apple pie perfumes the air around the place. Walking inside, the inn is paneled with wood to keep away the chill and damp that come from having stone walls. Many brightly-color woven hangings decorate the walls to help keep away the chill. A pair of sturdy ladder-stair hybrids go up to the sleeping spaces on the second story. They rather resemble a ladder set at an angle, with slightly larger and flatter rungs than normal.*

*Lamps that rather resemble flowers hold flames securely within, giving the place a warm glow. Long tables and benches stretch across the room, with young men and women serving food and drink to the travelers within. When Cirlioniel asks his question to a passing serving maid, she considers for a moment.*

"I think we have some bits that weren't put in the stew yet, would that serve? Go and sit, I'll bring you some food and whatnot and see about a room," she says kindly.

*There's a fair amount of people here. Those nearest the bar seem to be regulars, women and men wearing well-made clothes with gathering baskets at their feet. At the next table seem to be merchants wearing a variety of clothes, most with some kind of token of their calling readily apparent. A beast-seller wears a braid of a switch in his hat. A ribbon-seller wears a knot of her wares on her shoulder. A wandering magician has a staff leaning against the table with a cat curled up around it.*

*The last table seems to be various kinds of travelers of no particular stripe. There's three others that look to be warriors, two half-elf archers and a full elf priest. They are eating sparingly and talking intently in low voices. The occasional snatch of conversation sounds like the musical elven tongue. The other two people are talking more loudly. One is a particularly short and squat dwarf, dressed in the dusty clothes of a miner. Rock dust is in his curly gray hair and beard, and he has a rather sad expression on his face. He's talking to a truly ancient human woman, wearing the crisp garb of what seems to be an official's outfit. She's polishing off a piece of pie, brushing crumbs off her herself, and waving a fork around for emphasis as she talks. Her blond hair is streaked with gray, and her face is seemed with old burn scars.*

*The serving maid comes back in a few minutes, bearing a plate of raw meat, a bowl of water, and a tankard of something cool. It proves to be chilled cider as she sets everything down on the table.*

"Here you be. 'Tis a couple copper for the scraps, and another couple for the cider. We have rabbit stew and smoked pigeon hash today, as well as apple pie, of course. 'Tis a silver for either dish and a piece of pie. We can get you a bath for five copper. We have a couple private rooms for a gold, a common room for a silver, or we can get you a space on the floor here for three copper," she says briskly.

~~~

*Zan, the stables prove to be a wide, low building with a small corral in back. An old man with a host of younglings comes out to tend to Cog. It obvious he's handled the lizards before, and has one of the little ones take it to the "tree stable" atop the building.*

"'Twil be a silver for stabling your fine young lad here," he says, flashing a grin that's minus a few teeth. That taken care of, Zan can head to the Able Apple, where he would spot the elf and hawk at the third table being tended to by a serving maid.

~~~

*Erland goes right to the purple-flowered building, finding the door, a slab of rock, closed against intruders, and two guards, one on either side. Both human men with long, braided hair, bearing short, curved swords and shortbows, they regard him with caution, even as the one on the right give him a polite nod.*

 

[sword-dancer]

Cirlioniel ned Uirlianelen

"Thank.. you .very.. much.. it.. will do for.. her well, we.. will take a room for a couple of days.., 3 at ..least.., but.. maybe longer. I will ..take.. a piece.. of pie till the bath.. is ready, after that... a portion.. of hot ...stew will be fine.
Please add the.. next.. days, a young Chicken, half of a rabbit or such unskinned... for her to our bill"

*after that he looks for a free place to sit down*

"Is.. it.. allowed"

 

[Angel Tarragon]

'Durel' Tharmium Human Male

Might as well look around the town

*Walks into town and looks around*

 

[sukael]

Erland M. Grauhim - Human

*Erland nods in return.*

"I seek details of the 'beast' that is said to threaten this town," he says calmly to the guardsmen. "I had heard that this was the place to find further information on the subject."

 

[Bluecloud]

Zan Kai'jin Half-elf Monk

*Looking around the room Zan's eyes are drawn towards anything resembling a warrior. Staring first at the Elf but then his eyes lit up when he say the group of what looked to be adventurers. Zan look's around them for a table to which to get close enough to hear what they are saying.*

(if there is something close enough then I will just assume one of the maids comes to me and says the same thing that way you don't have to type it again lol)

"I'll take a whole apple pie one of your private rooms just for tonight and a bath please. .....Now that I think of it make that two apple pies."

*After he orders Zan begins to listen intently to the group.

(if there is nothing close enough then...)

*Seeing nothing near the group Zan looks for the closest table near the elf with the hawk.*

"I'll take a whole apple pie one of your private rooms just for tonight and a bath please. .....Now that I think of it make that two apple pies."

*Zan glances at the ranger every now and then listening to her conversations as well as others especially the merchants. Zan has always been interested with other lands and any items that might have come from them.*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Thank.. you .very.. much.. it.. will do for.. her well, we.. will take a room for a couple of days.., 3 at ..least.., but.. maybe longer. I will ..take.. a piece.. of pie till the bath.. is ready, after that... a portion.. of hot ...stew will be fine.
Please add the.. next.. days, a young Chicken, half of a rabbit or such unskinned... for her to our bill"

*after that he looks for a free place to sit down*

"Is.. it.. allowed"

"Oh I'm sure that will be fine. Here, take a seat," she says, pointing to some free spots at the third table. She comes back in a bit with a piece of hot apple pie, redolent with spices. At the side of the inn is a long counter, behind which is a kitchen and several ovens. On one side is a fireplace with a stewpot over it, and on the other is a stack of kegs and mugs. In the kitchen is a old lady with a cheerful face cutting apples, stirring dough, mixing spices, and directed two other young women to do the same. Every few minutes another pie comes out of the oven.

*Erland nods in return.*

"I seek details of the 'beast' that is said to threaten this town," he says calmly to the guardsmen. "I had heard that this was the place to find further information on the subject."

"Ah good, we've been looking for people to ask about that. Go on in, the magistrate will see you in a few minutes," the guard on the right says. He moves the slab with some effort, and Erland can walk in. Within the place is lit with sunlight coming from panels of clear stuff in the ceiling. It doesn't quite look like glass, more like a kind of transparent rock. In front of you is a beaded curtain, and several benches around the wall. You scarcely have a chance to sit down before an older woman, perhaps no older than your mother would be, comes into the room.

"Welcome warrior. I am Magistrate Marissa, leader of Sage Hollow. I'm glad you've come to help rid us of our problem. Please, tell me your name, and what experience you have with beasts. I see by your hawk that you at least understand the birds, but creature appears to be quite different," she begins. Marissa wears a severely cut blue robe, and has her long hair bound in a single braid down her back. She's of middling height and rail-thin, with a great beak of a nose.

*Walks into town and looks around*

*Aside from the Able Apple, there's at least four other inns and taverns. You spot a sign for one called the Cat and Moon, which is apparently a tree-top inn, as the sign points up a staircase built around a tree. There's one called the Beaver's Knee, located at the very edge of town very close to the water. It's obviously for those with less coin to spend. However, you do overhear a couple of dwarves heading towards it complimenting "Rodger's Red Stout," which is apparently the attraction to the place. The Blind Mole is an underground inn run by dwarves, set under the center of tower. The last one is called the Falling Duck, located half inside a large tree, half outside. Run by halflings, the place looks remarkably haphazard.*

*There are a few cloth merchants and food merchants below, along with those selling heavier goods like weapons, armor, and tools. But in the trees above is a second market, one selling luxury goods like jewelry, wine, spirits, fine cloth, exotic animals, medicines, and things of a magical nature. Homes seem to be north of the square, positioned so that you have to know where you're going to get there.*

*Looking around the room Zan's eyes are drawn towards anything resembling a warrior. Staring first at the Elf but then his eyes lit up when he say the group of what looked to be adventurers. Zan look's around them for a table to which to get close enough to hear what they are saying.*

"I'll take a whole apple pie one of your private rooms just for tonight and a bath please. .....Now that I think of it make that two apple pies."

*After he orders Zan begins to listen intently to the group.

*There are only three long tables in the inn, and he can get a place at the same table as the elves and the hawk-bearing ranger.*

"Two whole pies now? You're a rather hungry lad. Let me go get them for you, twill be a gold for the two pies,[color]" she says cheerfully, "What kind of room will you be wanting? One of the private rooms, a place in the common room, or a spot on the floor here?"

*Zan glances at the ranger every now and then listening to her conversations as well as others especially the merchants. Zan has always been interested with other lands and any items that might have come from them.*

*The elves are speaking in low voices, but Zan can catch the general gist of the conversation. They've come here to try to hunt down the beast that's threatening Sage Hollow. Apparently they have a theory that it's a beast twisted by some sort of magic, which is why no one's been able to track it well or discover exactly what it is. From scraps of information from the attacks, they're debating if it's a bear, a cat, or maybe some combination of the two.*

 

[Angel Tarragon]

'Durel' Tharmium - Human Male

*Walks north to get a better view of the homes*

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*It takes Durel a bit to figure out how to get to the homes. He finally has to ascend to the tree market, go north from there, and then down in order to get to the residential district. The homes are covered with a great deal of vines, most of them of some kind of fruit or nut-bearing plant. The trees on the roofs are much the same, apple, cherry, and walnut trees being fairly prevalent. Doors are heavy slabs, mostly moved aside at this hour. Beaded or cloth curtains permit the passage of air while still retaining privacy by covering the windows and doors, while heavy wooded shutters remain propped open.*

*It's also apparent there are a few services available here that aren't in the main square. There's a church to Pelor, and a joint one to Obad-Hai and Ehlonna, as well as what you assume is a midwife, and another lady who takes care of children. A fourth building has a symbol of and eye and a hand on it, which you take to be a witch of some sort, the kind that work with small charms, heal minor problems, and help broken-hearted youngsters.*

*As Durel rounds a corner, an old woman comes out of the witch's house. She's dressed in soft blue skirts with a brown leather vest and white canvas shirt. Her curly gray hair is cut short, and her gnarled hands are clasped together. When she sees you, she goes rigid for a moment, then flies into your arms, embracing your and showering your with kisses.*

"My darling boy, my son! On heavens be praised, my Erod has returned to me! I thought you lost in the woods on that fool's errand. I prayed every day for your return, oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cries, tears of happiness running down her face.