Blue Boar Inn

Wyvern · Post by **Wyvern** » Wed Jul 20, 2005 5:08 pm

Inside the Blue Boar Inn....

Wormez · Post by **Wormez** » Wed Jul 20, 2005 5:35 pm

Trojan Swiftspell.

*trojan talks to himself in the blue boar*Those damned rats. The smell, the disease...

*whispers* I need to be heading home, Ah *takes a deep breath* I shall goto scenic falls, there I can pop into *coughs* to say Hello to Zulpec to discuss Varanite movements and Raven. Yes, yes yes! *trojans voice gradually got louder, he sips off the rest of his wine and casts a haste spell and runs towards scenic falls*

Cerberus · Post by **Cerberus** » Thu Jul 21, 2005 12:55 am

Late at night, a teary-eyed Lone Starraiser stumbles into the bar, clutching at his left shoulder.

The barkeep tried to ask him what was wrong, but he just kept mumbling something, about how "He wished he could believe Heaven was right."

The barkeep nodded, chalking it off to the regular woman problems men had, and handed him a drink.

Lone drank until he passed out at the table. Early in the morning, Morin had several of the attendants carry him upstairs and put him to bed.

Redder · Post by **Redder** » Thu Jul 21, 2005 7:35 am

Early in the morning, Robert Albrecht was just exiting his room as he see several attendants carrying Lone up the stairs. Lone was muttering something that wasn't quite understandable. Seeing Morin he strolls up and gestures towards Lone with a shrug as she surpervises the attendants.

"I think he's got lady problems." shrugs Mornin as she turns to head back down the stairs.

"Heh, yes, the young still finding hard to achieve balance dear Morin. Perhaps one day he will learn that with upsetting balance comes consequences."

Robert continues down the stairs to the cook who hands him a small package. He flips the cook a few coins and heads out into the village looking for Jon.

Wormez · Post by **Wormez** » Thu Jul 21, 2005 8:43 am

Jem Shadow. Some time before Lone was Carried upstairs.

*Jem Shadow sits in the darkest corner of the Blue Boar and observes the people who drink ale's after ales and drink there sorrows away, Jem finds this amusing and a barmaid comes over to him*

"Hi there Sir, you want a drink?"

Jem Reply's "No, I am just enjoying the show" *says slowly with an evil grin*

"Show?" Said the Barmaid

"Yes, look at all those people" *Looks at lone* "Drinking away there problems instead of confronting them like men" *Jem grins and taps his short sword which is held in a leather case, the barmaid looks uncomfortable*

*Jems head slightly comes out of the darkness and you can see his mouth and his eyes all bloodshot, around his mouth pale skinned and with purple lips

"Now leave me alone"

*the barmaid's smile turned the opposite way towards the end of the conversation and Jem's only got bigger. Especially when Lone was Carried upstairs, Jem laughed to himself for a while which is nothing that happens often*

Ramblinwomble · Post by **Ramblinwomble** » Thu Jul 21, 2005 8:10 pm

Elorian:

The travel stained Bard makes her way through the early evening crowd, pausing to exchange a word here or there with a patron. Eventually her wandering course brings her to the bar where she waits quietly for Morin to notice her.

"Evening Mistress Elorian, it’s been a while since you graced us with your presence”

"My lady", the Bard inclines her head respectfully. "Would it be too much to hope that my regular room is available?"

Morin allows herself a dry chuckle. The room at the top of the stairs has a bad reputation dating back to before the rise of the Ji Lyn witch queen, but events during that bad time have sealed its reputation as a room of ill repute.

"As you well know, Bearis has refused to rent it out to anyone else since before the sack of the town. Not that anyone else would want to sleep in that room when we have some many other fine rooms available."

The Bard ignores Morin’s opening gambit. This is a game that the two of them have played many times; the outcome is always the same. Instead she slides a small purse across the beer stained bar. It is sufficiently out of character for Morin to allow a shadow of concern to reach her face.

The Bard lifts a hand to for-stall any questions, “Not tonight please Morin. It has been a wearying trip.”

Shouldering her much battered sling bag the Bard turns towards the stairs then pauses a moment.

“If Mistress Kellin should come looking for me, please send her up. I am not available for any other visitors this night.”

hokeycat · Post by **hokeycat** » Thu Jul 21, 2005 9:37 pm

Meanwhile in another corner, a rather large corner to be fair, Guna sits and drinks another gallon of cider. She wonders if she should learn to read, then she could understand these notes and know what is going on in the world. It might help her avoid traps, she could see the notices warning of them. Maybe that nice bard might teach her, bards have got to be good for something.

Lone, she sees, is lovesick over some woman. Why aren't any men lovesick over Guna? Maybe her smell puts people off. Should she have another bath this year?

Guna burps, farts, scratches her crotch and orders another gallon of cider.

Evelond Formos · Post by **Evelond Formos** » Fri Jul 22, 2005 5:02 pm

Syphious Nashi was sneaking around the Blue Boar, having paid for a wizard to cast a spell to make him invisible.

He saw Lone drinking and muttered, "Mister is drinking some black stuff, maybe I should too!"

He slapped his mouth and looked around, and luckily it seemed like nobody heard the mutter, for he would be kicked out of the Boar like last time if they did.

He sneaks up to the ales, and looks around, seeing if anyone is watching, and drinks it.

He sways, and mutters, "O! This tastes awwwfffuuuullll . . ." His eyes droop, and he realizes someone will discover him sleeping if he doesn't go upstairs into a room immediately.

He runs upstairs snd throws himself on a bed, and falls asleep.

He woke up what seemed like a few minutes later, but was longer than that.

The wizard must have not gone to sleep yet, for he was still invisible.

He sneaked out of his room and saw a group of people carrying Lone up.
"Mister must've fallen asleep without getting to a bed," he whispered.

He looks around once again, and nobody seems to notice him.

He sneaks downstairs, and runs out of the Blue Boar. About half a minute later, the invisibility wore off.

"What a relief!" he said, and walked away from the Blue Boar.

Evelond Formos · Post by **Evelond Formos** » Fri Jul 22, 2005 5:50 pm

A parchment is found laying around upstairs in the Blue Boar, apparently lost:

"Blue Boar: Log of stay: date not recorded.

I arrived, and I talked to Morin, asking her fer a room. She led me right to one (for a price of about 50) and went in, examining.

Bed waz soft, not to soft, pillows steady, covers ichy but worm.

Lantern dident make smoke, gave a medium light, just how i like it.

Went dounstares, asked fer an ale. Tasted good, askd for one more wen done.

Chatted with someone with a hood on. Dident tell me hiz name, bet heez a shady person.

I could have sworn that I saw Divven there, but twas just a prankster with a mask on.

(note to self: beware of joking around crusaders and Redboods. They kiled the ling that waz pratending to be a drow. PS how could i have ben so stupit? The ling was thre fete shortor than Divven!)

Got drunk (I thinc) and ended up giveng away 3000 gold.

Could have sworn that i saw syphious's shadow lerking arownd the plase, but how could he? kids arnt alloud in the Blue Boar.

Saw Lone getting caried upstairs, and yawned. I'd have to go to slepe soon.

Drinked some of Hunar's, which took away a mytee lot of energy.

Saw that shadow again, this time runing owt of the Boar.

went upstairs, now morning, and fell asleep in the bed i rented.

woke up miday, signed out and went to hunt kobolds.

This log surprisingly doesn't show its author's name, but it looks like it can be guessed.

Muletang · Post by **Muletang** » Sat Jul 23, 2005 11:26 pm

A small figure slips into the boar and takes a seat, dark cloak wrapped tight, cowl deep and shadowed. nobody seems to notice him, few ever do.

He sits and watches and waits.

Muletang · Post by **Muletang** » Sun Jul 24, 2005 7:07 am

eventually he spots his prey. Across the room a slouched figure with a few days worth of growth at his jowels stutters in through the door and hurries towards the stairs. The figure moves jerkily, as the piloted by some unseen hand holding the strings. The clothing, although once bright and garish, is dulled and dirty.

"Not looking so eager today my prancing fool.....your day is about to take a turn for the worse"

He flows from his seat and follows.....

Wormez · Post by **Wormez** » Sun Jul 24, 2005 5:23 pm

Trojan Swiftspell.

*Trojan swiftspell sits down at the most revealing table in the blue boar places his staff by the side of him and thumper quietly sits on the end of the table. He starts to perform amusing tricks and places his hands over a mug of someody's beer and makes it float up into the air, Trojan smiles and encourages people to come see what he is doing*

Evelond Formos · Post by **Evelond Formos** » Mon Jul 25, 2005 7:00 pm

Thy'anar walks into the Boar and sees Trojan's tricks, and goes over to see the arcane abuse.

"Ha!" he said. "Usin' magic fer amusement? When ye could be helpin' out those poor peasants livin' in the farmlands?"

He looks around, hoping nobody noticed him. He wished for those words to stay in his thoughts, but they had sneaked their way through his mouth.

He swore under his breath when he realized he had said the insult to the arcane man aloud. What could an amateur sorcerer do to someone as powerful as Trojan?

Or at least Trojan was that powerful in the eyes of Thy'anar.

He swore once more, and then stealthily ran out of the Blue Boar.

Wormez · Post by **Wormez** » Tue Jul 26, 2005 4:56 am

Trojan Swiftspell.

*Trojan found it amusing, he had just come from a long journey from Dasar and needed some time to sit down. He had already emptied the farmlands and every area he passed of enemies. Trojan was also a little annoyed because of Azreals actions in the salted rim so felt the need to smile, performing a few amusing tricks for himself and other people to cheers up. The Inn's in and around daris seemed to be filled with depressed people. Trojan carried on, turning the liquid in a clear glass different colours continuously, you could see Trojan wasn't trying very hard. He didn't need to*

Mon-Da-Oth · Post by **Mon-Da-Oth** » Tue Jul 26, 2005 6:00 am

Mon da Oth:

The door to the Inn flew open just a bit to hard. The hulking figure in the doorway blocked almost the entire entrance and cast a long shadow deep into the interior. With heavy footsteps the being walked through the door letting it slam shut behind him. The breeze that managed to squeeze its way around the strange person brought with it the reek of decay.

As the intruder proceeded towards a table a trail of reddish brown liquid dripped from a large sack that was secured to the bottom of his pack leaving a trail behind him. Serveral people scurried to get out of the mans way.

In addition to the curious dripping sack the hugh man also carried a large number of weapons most without sheathes which he dropped onto the end of the table causing it to tip slightly with the weight. The sack he plopped into the center of the table with a squishing sound and the liquid continued to seep from the bag and onto the surface of the table.

With a popping sound the giant pulled the blood red helmet from his head and allowed it to drop to the floor. Looking around he spotted one of the barmaids. "Woman bring me ale!"

A long moment passed as everyone continued to stare at the rough orchish face that had been covered by the helmet. The barmaid froze under his gaze and could not move for fear of her life.

With a large sigh the man continued. "Fine! Mon get it himself." He walked up to the bar as everyone scattered from his path where he grabbed one of the many kegs stored there and carried it back to his table. With a boulder like fist he beat the top of the keg in and proceeded to drink from it as he poored almost as much ale on his self and he did down his throat.

A contorsion crossed his face after gulping down the ale and an explosive belch followed staggering the few near him back with the sound and smell.

The keg was returned to the table helping to restore the balance that had been off due to the weapons that were pile on the opposite side. The man looked around at the people staring at him. "What?" he boomed and his face twisted in thought. "Oh!" he follow the question with as he open ended a small pouch allowing serval coins, gems, rocks, twigs, and bits of scrolls drop into the stinking redish brown pool that had formed on the table around his sack.

"Mon not forget to pay."