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The Wyvern’s Head Inn:
Conveniently situated just inside the city gates is the not‐so‐ cheap but cheerful Wyvern’s Head Inn, an establishment built to cater for adventurers and liberate them from as much of their ill-gotten gains as possible.
The inn is a large, ramshackle building with many wings, roofs, towers and balconies, added on as its popularity grew over the years. In addition to food, drink, accommodation and stabling, the Head also has its own adventurers’ store which sells a variety of useful gear at standard prices.
The main barroom is capable of seating a couple of hundred hungry heroes at rough wooden benches and tables. The floor is covered in straw to mop up frequent drink spills, and the walls are hung with faded maps and rusty old weapons and shields.
Dominating the room is an impressive stuffed wyvern’s head. Nicknamed Grimjaws, the head is enchanted – at irregular times during the evening, it speaks in a low rumbling voice of legendary dungeons and ruined towers. Several adventuring bands have become rich from Grimjaw’s ruminations over the years.
The Wyvern’s Head Inn has the following notable staff members:
Ortis Stoutbelly is the temperamental halfling chef that supervises the busy kitchens.
Piroska Silverpenny , a stunning flame‐haired former adventurer in her forties, bought the inn a decade ago and turned it into the success it is today.
A dozen attentive tavern wenches wait on tables.
Notable Patrons:
Leovold Kerric is a young, fresh‐faced paladin with shiny, undented plate mail and a brand new sword.
Yupan Harlsen is a drunk and unkempt adventurer who has fallen on hard times. His last party was wiped out by a deadly naga;
Rosa sits off to one side, sipping her wine and looking on as the inn starts to fills across from her is a young Knight. She looks like a tall finely dressed human woman happy to chat and drink.
The woman in front of you is a big Half Devil, wings, metallic skin with fine Armour and a Hoar holy symbol on it.
Just then she spots an halfling who talking to three young men has just pulled out three shells and a small dried pea. He is about to start his little con on them when Rosa slams down a steel holy symbol to Hoar on the table in front of her. For a moment there is a flicker and what ever the Half-ling sees makes him go as white as a sheet and run out the building as fast as his little legs can take him. She gets up and walks over to the table then now shocked three young men are sat at. She smiles at them and picks up the three shells.
"You really need to learn more about life youg men, I would take what chink you have go and go pay a priest of Garl Glittergold to show you how a shell con works. Then next time you can take that half-ling money and not him take yours."
She winks at them, then heads back to her table where her drinking partner was sat. Taking her seat, she puts her holy symbol away and picks up her glass once more and looks across the table.
"So Leovold, you where telling the story how you got that new sword"
A small little fox enters the building. It sniffs the air, looking left to right before it casually enters. Most striking part is the eyes. One blue, one green. And a little odd, tuft on its head is dyed purple.
It jumps onto one of the empty table's chairs and just justs sits there. Looking at those gathered
If you are, looking you see the holy symbol to steel holy symbol to Hoar fade away as dose the image of her as a half devil under a spell of some kind. The tall slim woman, sips her wine once more and then spots a Fox, jumping onto a table. She looks back at the young knight she was talking to politely.
"I'm Sorry Leovold, I did not mean to be rude, I think I just spotted some I know."
They carry on talking, the tall slim woman smiles and jokes, relaxed and enjoying the Inn.
If you wish you can know my offered PC,
Lady Rosalyn Calistra Luminuss, once of Sigil, now here and there,
I privet Detective who you may have worked with at one time or other.
She is very good and finding things out, The missing, the lost or taken. She is well spoken, very well educated and always seems to know who is paying well for help or information. She has never cheated you or put you in harmed way with out explaining so 1st. :)
May be fun to link.
We can link up. Just know that if she doesnt want to be found. Well. She cant be found. Thats what i love about this build. She can blend in almost anywhere. And vanish just as quick. So they can work with each other. But we can say you have no idea what she really looks like. You know her fox shape. But you have never seen her human or kitsune form. Well. Not that you think you did. ;)
Sounds great to me, as she can talk telepathic, as far as Rosalyn cares about she IS a fox, of she make other forms, but she is from Sigil, talking fox's and Shapeshifter will not shack her. :)
While the young man talks Rosalyn projects her thoughts to the fox on the table. She did not know the Fox's true name, she has always known her as Miko one of the best spy's in the plans. Now why was she here, was there a job to be had, interesting.
::"Its been a while Miko, what brings you here humm business or pleasure?. O and the vine tells me you helped stop a war, is that true?."::
She calls over a inn boy and tells him to take some freshly smoked salmon, thin sliced, on a plat to the fox on the table and put in on her tab.
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Gargamal enters the rambling inn and stops at the entrance of the main room to lets his eyes adjust to the dim conditions, as well as to scout out the place. He is somewhat surprised to see a woman chatting with a fox at a table not too far from where he stands. It is such an odd scene that he just stands there watching the two of them.
Rosalyn notes they are is being looked at she stops to look back at him/her.
Rosalyn is some way away from him yet her voice sounds next to his ear as she asks.
"Can we Help you with any thing?"
The woman is tall, slim and wearing a fine evening dress.
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The figure is that of a male half-elf. He is dressed in woodland green clothes, but a silvery sheen can be seen under his tunic. A sword and dagger are belted around his waist, and he carries a fine looking darkwood bow.
He looks startled at the sudden voice, but then smiles and moves towards the table with the woman and the fox.
"Good day to you madam, and you my fine fox! May I sit and join you? It has been a tiring journey from Silverymoon and I could use a good meal. May I?" and he gestures to the empty chair between the two.
The Chair moves so elf can sit.
"You know master Elf I do not for the life of my see why not. The day is very dull, the Inn here not yet having the life it tends to have later in the day. So yes come sit and tell us of yourself, you look the adventuring kinds, I bet you have tails to tell."
The Nobel woman waves her hand and signs that they need another Battle.
Leovold Kerric takes this chance to get up and go talk to others in the Bar.
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The man nods and takes the offered seat.
"Half-elven actually. Thought the beard might give it away." he laughs as he sits.
He indeed does have what looks like the start of a stubbly beard and sideburns, even though he sports no other facial hair. His hair is a dark brown and his eyes match. He has a slender body, much like that of most elves, but his arms and shoulders are well muscles, probably from years working with his bow.
"So what brings you ladies to Wyvern's Head?"
The fox simply looks at the commotion with those bright colored, eyes, smart eyes staring at you. She then hops of the table and goes to eat some of the snacks on the table that is available.
Rosalyn sits back and study's the male half elf, as the Fox jumps off the table and runs to the tit-bits.
"Someone's Familiar no doubt, I like foxes, foxes and cats, no so keen on dogs. One can't trust a dog to keep you dinner, so say they say. Never tried it"
She leans picks up her glass of wine,
"You know I did not catch your name, master half elf."
She looks a bit shocked then a big smile comes on her face.
"Did you just say your name was Gargamal?, not THE Gargamal?, Gargamal with his Elk, I have heard a few bards sing of you. Well, well the famous Gargamal and his Elk in a place like this. Is it true the tails they tell of you? did you really do the things they say?"
She she says this she sands and as she dos her clothing changes, it becomes come kind of tight skin hugging suit. A small around object comes down from above and and stops next to her head.
It talks
"Stop playing with the poor thing"
It then talks to you.
"Please forgive Calist shes like to play games like this, I'm am sour your and your ELk and a perfectly normal health co-dependent and loving relationship that only a half-elf and Elk can fully understand. We are not at all here to judge"
Rosalyn snorted at that.
The orb shot her
"Shussh, you will hurt his feelings"
Rosalyn nodded and then said.
"Come along Mr carrying all of a sudden, at lest this is not like the last time where you wasted half the bar."
The orb
"I take it you got what you came for?"
Rosalyn now strapping a small silver gun to her hip.
"On this ***** up world, not a chance, but the sublimed are behind this. The 'Magic'"
She make quotation marks with her hands,
"Is little more than force and matter manipulation, a lot of affecting minds and general stuff that give an advances civilization and bad name. Why the made it who the *** knows. This poor sod has no idea, even the Elk thinks its real, just ***** up if you asked me. Well its time. Lets get out of here."
She was there one moment then gone the next, there was a slight popping sound.
The orb said again.
"I am terribly sorry, you see we are trying to track down the source of an outside context problem, we thought it was here, but its not. I know your not understanding most of this so best forget it and got back to what ever you where doing. Goodbye"
and with that it to was gone.
She nibbles on the food, perking her ears. As to show she was listening to the man
After the one sided conversation with the talking orb, the undecided woman/half-devil whatsoever suddenly walks out of the place, from her, you hear a ”get a life” muttering. What does it really mean no one other than her will ever know.
From conversations here and there, you hear many rumors about drows storming the surface. Killing in the name of their spider Goddess. In that, you see possibility and chance. To make your name, increase your fame and acquire riches.
The little fox nods the ranger's words as she too looks at the door
She perks her ears ans swooshes her tail. Just to make sure that she doesnt mind this idea.
The front door of the Wyvern's Head swings open, framing a half-elf man for a moment before he enters the room. Six feet tall and strongly built, the man takes in the room with observant, black eyes. He slips the straps of his backpack, with it's attached bowcase, and quiver, off and hangs it on a peg.
"That's fine, I've got it." He tells one of the serving girls, who trys to help. "Careful with the pack, it bites." Then he tells his backpack: "Stay. Guard." The backpack makes a hissing sound in return.
With a silent stride the half-elf crosses the room to Gargamal's table. 'Mind if I join you?" He asks pleasantly. "Name's Taurven. I'm a wanderer. You look like the sort who would know the area, round here. Maybe the local beauty spots." Taurven wears a neatly trimmed goatee, and his dark-brown hair is long and drawn back in a pony-tail.
"A Sangria for now, thanks." This last is directed to the server, who wants an order.
Gargamal looks over to the little fox and shrugs.
"Well I guess we could stay for another drink. What would you like red? More water, and maybe some more of that roast on a stick?"
He orders from the waiter then seats himself.
"Names Gargamal. You have the smell of a woodsman about you. What brings you into a city like this?"
He offers the man his hand in greeting.
"Haha. My feet." Taurven grins at the other man. "Seriously though, nothing in particular. Seeing the world, looking for old ruins that need exploring. Sometimes I take jobs as a caravan guard, when nothing else comes up."
"We have heard that the Drow are once again raiding the surface world. Have you any news on this?" the other half-elf asks while feeding bits of meat to his fox friend.
She eagerly nibbles them up. Small pieces at a time. One has to remember manners. Especially infront of visitors.
She gives the comer a sniff before she finishes off her meal
A human in fine clothing approaches the newly forming group. He is slender and handsome. He smiles and nods at the group as he gets closer, straightening his dark blue coat as he does. He doesn't address the group right away, but rather steps up closely to the elf asking about raids.
In a low voice (that can still be heard by others nearby), he says "Good sir, if I may, you have something of an odor about you. Perhaps that of an elk too long in the rain. They offer fine hot baths here, and the scented oils are worth the splurge."
Gargamal looks at the newcomer and sniffs.
"Well now my other companions have not made complaint of my odor. It is a fresh, natural smell of the wilds and outdoor..ok, and maybe a bit of wet elk, but honestly do I smell that bad?"
He glances at the others at the table for their reactions.
Taurven perks up at the mention of Drow raids, that is exactly the sort of news he is interested in.
"First I've heard of it. Drow raids... Sounds like Lady Luck brought me to the right place."
Just then the blue-coated stranger arrives. Taurven listens to what he says.
"Probably a dealer in scented oils." He tells Gargamal, with a shrug. If one is wanting sweet smelling persons, then perhaps a gateside inn is not the first place to look. Such a place is likely to be frequented by people who smell of road dust, and place a hot meal at higher priority than a bath.
"No offense intended. Let me buy a round of drinks by way of apology." Eamch waves at the waitress to get her attention.
"Did I hear mention of raids as I came up? That would explain the sober tones. Please, go on."
"Thank-you stranger. Now about the Drow, it is only a rumor I have recently heard here in the city, but I have experienced their growing activity myself. Something or someone has them fired up, and I think someone needs to discover what is going on before more innocents are sent to the underdark as slaves!"
The fox gives a very audible yip to show she agrees. Nodding to emphasize her agreement. Then she sits and scratches behind her ear. Her ears up and focused on the rest of the conversation
Gargamal looks over at the fox and nods in agreement.
"Your right, of course. Maybe we should not wait for someone else to deal with this problem. Maybe we should take the bull by the horns and see what is going on for ourselves. What do you say?"
"I was looking for work when I came here. And that is the sort of work I do. Slavery is the sort of thing that needs to be crushed, wherever it rears it's ugly head.
The little fox sneezed. Then looks at the one talking in a puzzled kind of way