Huzzah good fellows!! I found it!
Sajan reporting for conquering the world ;)
ok...dotting so I can find it again...
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Dragon's Draught, an inn of great repute, three stories high, with illusions covering the walls and several animated sculptures of dragons that are moving. All of the surfaces in this inn are covered in draconic motifs, draconic murals, tapestries with dragon portraits, and many more such sights. Even the floor has an animated scene of draconic pictographs moving. The main room is filled with elegant curving chairs and tables. As you enter the inn you can see a large staircase on the left leading up to the second story, to the right is a large hearth which appears to be the mouth of a massive dragon, straight ahead is the bar. There are two doors leading from each wall. The great hall is about 80 feet by 80 feet.
Behind the doors on the first floor leads to beds
lead to hot springs suitable for about six humans.
All of the attendants of the inn are fairly beautiful females, unless stated otherwise. A catfolk and two elves serve the patrons on the main floor. A half-orc and human tend the bar. They all wear simple robes of silk or linen, which are quite revealing.
Jasmine, black furred catfolk, crimson silk robe with corset underneath but revealing, dagger in shoe.
Tali, dark red hair, deep emerald colored eyes, green linen robe, chain belt
Rithalia, blonde hair, light blue colored eyes, pink linen robe
Crush, black hair, deep violet colored eyes, full length black silk robe, black leather belt, with scabbard, short sword
Syfer, white hair, deep sapphire colored eyes, light blue linen robe, simple belt with pouch
Cornash, short white hair, deep emerald colored eyes, black and orange checkered full length silk robe, chain belt
town:
The town that it resides in is a simple mining town, the inn does not fit for it is the largest building by far. The warehouses and mill are the only buildings that come close, yet are still only large to the houses.
As Sajan enters he looks around at the dragon motif, he can't help but comment.
I'm just glad the owner has a fetish for dragons and not slugs
Vik tried not to stare at the decor, or the women. He feels out of his depth, like always. He straightens his shabby tunic for the hundredth time and looks for a out-of-the-way place to sit. He worries slightly if he can even afford to sit here.
"What a dreary little hole of a town. All the people are so quant, how CUTE!" Alexandra lets out a pip of excitement as she dismounts her stead with the help of a portly older gentleman. As she approaches the door, the older gentleman rushes past her guards and throws open the door.
He begins in a booming voice, "Presenting lady Ale-" before the beautiful noblewoman pops the back of his head with her staff.
"Mr. Jameson, that will hardly be necessary right now! Oohh, Dragons!! I love dragons, such cute little mosaics they have around here.", her eyes Alight as she gazes around the room before settling on the red haired bar wench, "and such cute little treats running about." she giggles as the older gentleman rolls his eyes.
"Try not to make a scene, milady." He grumbles under his breath. Four guards stroll in behind her; a pair of Half-elven twins, each 6 feet tall and wearing identical armor and longswords, a single older man, short and pot-bellied heaving and panting out of breath, and a powerful dwarf, built like the stone and bald as a diamond (think about it, diamonds don't have hair). Behind the young lady is a gnome with a book, furiously writing each time someone opens their mouth.
Anyone who enters after Alexandra notices four peasants standing around her horse each loaded with bags of feed and torches and a single half-elf brushing the horse and feeding it. A portly halfling woman sits next to them and counts out ingredients, seemly determining what has gone rotten and what has stayed fresh.
Sajan shakes his head in embarrassment and shame.
And to think were related...I'm suddenly glad that I was raised by my mother and the academy.
Sitting besides Vik, Sajan waves at the rest of the group to join them at the table.
Alexandra send off your lackeys, I won't have your suck ups follow us everywhere we go. If I wanted a parade, I would just tell Fizz to sing one of his roaring songs.
"Of course, Fionn my sweet, let us go sit with my dear cousin and that... gruff sort of fellow. I think he's scowling at me? Never mind, Mr. Jameson, go make sure the horse is stabled and then you and the fellows can get yourselves a table off over.. there somewhere." Alexandra grows bored rather clearly through the sentence before the spark comes back to her step.
She springs across the room, "Sajan! It's been too long dear cousin." She beams from ear to ear.
For the physical description that is overdue, Alexandra is a pale girl with shining bright blonde hair and clothing of all the finest silk. She wears a great yellow sun dress with a deep red cape, hanging down almost to the floor. Around her neck is a beautiful amulet, gold with an emerald set deep into it and with strange tribal markers all around it. Lastly her eyes, a deep blue seem to scream out from her pale and sharp features with each emotion. They have a ineffable quality which you can't seem to pin down.
" Oh! And I take it you are one of the sword-lords! We used to have a sword-lord to teach me fencing, I was dreadful at it!! I'm Alexandra, what's your name?" She continues her smile and turns to face Vik eagerly.
What's that?! A song? Well you have found the right gnome.
With that Fizzy leaps up onto the bar and poses dramatically. Hand on belly with blue hair standing straight up. He mutters a cantrip and his scarf starts to wave as if in wind. Then he quickly reaches down and with his finger writes "F" "W" "G" "XXII" all over lapping on the bar.
But first we must lighten the mood.
How do you get a halfling into bed?... ... ... ... ...[b]Piece of Cake!
Seeing plenty of women in the room fizzy beings to sing
‘Tis women makes us love,
‘Tis love that makes us sad,
‘Tis sadness makes us drink,
And drinking makes us mad!
‘Tis women makes us love,
‘Tis love that makes us sad,
‘Tis sadness makes us drink,
And drinking makes us mad!
"I'll need wine my dear, whatever you have should be fine." Alexandra smiles wryly at the barmaid.
Diplomacy to charm more
She then relaxes back into her chair, "Such an adorable little minstrel. Have we seen him before, Fionn?" She'll then turn back to the, no doubt agitated, Vik and smiles once more.
Vik grits his teeth. Of all the ....why her!!!
Clearing his throat and rises.
I am Viklop Kolavar. I am apprientice to the Swordlord Jamandi Aldori of Restov."
He give a quick bow and sits back down.
Vik nod to Fionn in greeting.
"Oh excellent! Well as I said, and you've no doubt heard I am Alexandra from the house of Lebeda. I think drinks are certainly in order, my sweet Fionn! Before our invited host makes his presence known." She smiles and looks around the patrons for anyone worthy of being the holder of the charter.
"You wouldn't happen to know who carries the charter of the Stolen lands, would you Vik?" she smiles and turns her head in an innocent fashion, her eyes wide with excitement.
with a weary sigh he answers.
"The charter was entrusted to me by my mentor, Jamandi Aldori of Restov."
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Elf 1 brings a bottle of wine with three glasses and pours it for you, tentatively stopping at each glass making sure that is your wish for her to continue pouring glasses, while greeting you.
"Greetings and salutations to the Dragon's Draught, my name is Tali, and if you need anything, 'winks', anything at all... just ask. For the Dragon's Draught never goes empty and can quench any thirst. A round for the bar in ale, would be two gold."
Then if none of you have any more requests or questions she saunters back to the bar.
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The half-orc female growls at the funny little gnome once he is up on her bar, but enjoys the antics of him and smiles, that toothy tusk smile of hers. She continues serving patrons with a jump to her step.
The human lifts herself up to whisper something quickly into his ear,
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A few minutes after Fizzy is done...
In a calm collected voice the male elf declares at the base of the stairs. It is strange he was not there a moment ago.
"Greetings all, to my Dragon's Draught, I am Cornash!"
He pauses, waiting for silence which he gets almost immediately.
Yes, yes, you can quench that thirst if you have the gold for the Dragon's Draught never goes empty, though what I feel is that you search for something I cannot provide, 'The True Reward'".
He raises his hands from his black and orange checkered kimono/full length silk robe, but instead of hands there looks to be claws. A chain appears to be a belt holding the robe in place. His hair is short and white, falling just below his ears, his deep emerald colored eyes are penetrating, practically putting you in your place, definitely not at ease.
He does not have claws just really old gauntlets that seem almost skin tight, with tips. They are pitted from age, black runes swirl all over them as well.
"Your host will be here soon enough, but if you have any questions, I may be of service until he gets down from his rooms."
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Besides your group you can tell that other adventurers are in the inn. Several of them get up and go ask Cornash a few questions. Two of them are respectful and get simple to the point answers. The third comes up in a puff of arrogance, a knight of one order or another. Cornash putting hands on hips and demeaning the lad, to the point of him crying. Each word seems to slam into the knight, having the knight shriveling and recoiling from some unseen force. At last Cornash is done with him and walks away, the knight sobbing on hands and knees.
Perception check
Alexandra's curiosity has been peaked. As she watches each questioner be answered and leave she finishes her first glass of wine. When she turns to Vik she says,"Well it's all the better then. I'm glad we could meet and I'm sure we'll come to be great friends", smiling once more.
Her face then dours as she rises and approaches Cornash, "Why don't we try him, Fionn?"
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"Fantastic, wouldn't you say Fionn. What do you make of him?" she begins once they take their seats again.
"Yes, Mr. Jameson has procured a room. However if is all the same I would ask you wait outside if you come as I suspect someone may be waiting for me... the choice is yours really." Alexandra sits and has another glass of wine poured for her before the portly gentleman brings over a pouch.
"Your change ma'dam" and drops it into her hand.
"Limited offer, I do hate to keep a man waiting boys." Alexandra giggles in her girlish way and winks towards Vik.
Vik stands and says, "I will escort you to the room, M'Lady." He offers his arm, as he had been taught, waiting for the woman to take it.
[ooc]Te dice gods are not on my side already! [ooc]
Sajan does not say much during the encounter with Cornash, but just nods at Fionn, waits a few minutes, finishes his ale and proceeds to the room.
I can't place that man, the name rings a bell, but I just can't remember unfortunately.
perception
local
nobility
Fizzy replies to the warning Does she have pie? If so I will risk it!
With that Fizzy hops off the bar and makes his way over to Cormash. He gives him an elaborate bow, flipping his scarf over his shoulder.
Good sir, I am delighted by your establishment, one of the best I have seen, and I have seen them all between here and Absalom!
Vik's arm extended, Alexandra smiles and drapes herself around his arm walking close to him, "Such manners, even out here in the bleak wilderness. At least someone around here knows how to treat nobility!" Her voice is loud and boisterous. Once out of sight of the crowd and her servants however her tone changes entirely.
In an icy voice she releases his arm, "I do not enjoy this cloak and dagger affair one bit. But I expect to be well taken care of I suppose." Her face grimaces and she makes her way to room 8 where Fionn and Sajan already wait.
"Stay here for the moment, and if you hear any form of ruckus or if you hear me say the word 'Unfortunate' I expect this door to come crashing down. I'll do my best to keep it unlocked." Her cheery demeanor is gone, but she turns and will unlock the door, retrieving the key from her coin pouch before going in.
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At this time, just making your acquaintance. I will of course be at your disposal as long as I stay here should you need someone of immense talents. I find it rude to stay in someones establishment and not attempt to get to know them. Though sense you asked...you would not happen to have any pies available would you?
Fizzy puts on a winning smile. For a fat little gnome there is something disarmingly charming about him.
Vik waits quietly in the hall.
So here I am again...lackey for some uncaring noble. I had hoped the charter would change things, but like all things in Brevoy, change is just an illusion.