Black Cock Grille and Tavern.   Posted by The GM.Group: 0
The GM
 GM, 14 posts
Sun 3 May 2015
at 23:20
Black Cock Grille and Tavern
Just inside the north entrance to Trincal is a long, two-story wooden building with a large dusty front yard. The sign hanging above its door is a wooden carving of a black rooster.

Inside, the front room has a scattering of stout wooden tables and chairs, and a counter along the back wall. A door to a kitchen area is behind the counter, and another door leading to a set of stairs is to one side. The second floor is a series of small rooms for those willing to pay for a better night's sleep than the floor in front of the large fireplace at the far end of the room.
The GM
 GM, 15 posts
Sun 3 May 2015
at 23:21
Re: Black Cock Grille and Tavern
After a long, hard trek through the foothills of the Black Riage, Ovo Cyrel and Cobin have arrived in Trincal. Cyrel is here to deliver a cart full of Q'udax plants to the groundskeeper of the city's chief constable - officially, anyway. Less officially, he has arranged to sell a few of the plants to a customer at a noodle shop in the market square. Cobin, meanwhile, is here because he's guarding Cyrel. The guards at the north gate waved them through with no fuss, and they spent the night crashed out on the floor of the Black Cock Grille and Tavern, beside the fireplace.

It's now the next morning. Cyrel and Cobin awaken to sounds of the tavernkeeper's wife bustling about the front room, preparing to open for the day. The remains of last night's fire are still smoldering in the fireplace, and the rich aroma of a hearty breakfast wafts in from the kitchen.
Ovo Cyrel
 player, 8 posts
 Every interaction
 is a transaction
Mon 4 May 2015
at 00:24
Re: Black Cock Grille and Tavern
Cyrel slept lightly, with his back propped up against the warm wooden wall, next to the fireplace. He was never certain that a room was safe, and so he slept fitfully, without allowing himself to be distracted by the comfort of the fire or the pleasantries of dreams.  A hammer lay across his lap, and his thin pale fingers clasped the handle so tightly that they ached when he finally woke up in the early hours of the morning.

As the aromas of breakfast drifted in from the kitchen, he snapped to awareness and grabbed the hearth to pull himself unsteadily to his feet. His gaze traveled warily from the hulking blue mutant, to the shadow of the proprietor's wife busying herself with food.

“Food would be nice when you have it, luv.” He called out to the woman in a rasp. “Don’t go wasting my money on salt or herbs though. Plain and cheap is well enough.”

With a slight grimace, he slipped the hammer into a loop on his belt, and stumbled towards one of the tables. Yanking out a chair, he sat down heavily and began going over handwritten notes scrawled into a small, dirty looking journal.

This message was last edited by the player at 03:54, Mon 04 May 2015.

Cobin
 player, 4 posts
 Cobin is a Mutant Glaive
 who Works Miracles
Tue 5 May 2015
at 02:13
Re: Black Cock Grille and Tavern
Cobin offers up a smile to the tavernkeeper's wife, trying for friendliness though his teeth are a little too sharp for that. He looks about nervously, at once awed by the size of the city and unused to guarding anyone. That his new friend is beset by foes is obvious, and he inwardly questions the choice to be in a place with so many people but wouldn't dream of voicing that aloud.

"Friend Cyrel," softly. "Shouldn't we make the delivery quickly? If the one who is after you should strike here," and trails off into nervous silence. He's still not sure what that creature was, but this short time away from home has shown him that the world is full of wonders, though many of them tend not be safe.

But he has made a friend, and that is more blessing that some ever see in their lives.
Ovo Cyrel
 player, 9 posts
 Every interaction
 is a transaction
Tue 5 May 2015
at 02:28
Re: Black Cock Grille and Tavern
Scribbling a few illegible notes into the pages of his journal, Cyrel looks up sharply when Cobin speaks. He was not accustomed to traveling with anyone, and although Cobin had come along at Cyrel’s request - this constant company would take some getting used to. His fingers twitch in agitation, and his long yellowed nails click thoughtfully against the surface of the table.

“No.” He replies simply, and is tempted to leave it at that. But after a pause, he closes his journal and continues in a rather plaintive tone.

“A crowd is no more dangerous than an empty room. In many ways, it is safer - more familiar, with more options and means to escape should danger arise. I know the patterns of a city, how it moves and if something is wrong… Well I will sense it more easily here than in the middle of a damn forest, that’s for certain.”

He cocks his head to regard the blue creature with curiosity. “Anyway. You can pick my body clean if it kills me. But you are hardly that enterprising, are you Cobin? You wouldn’t hurt a cavot unless it bit you first.”
Cobin
 player, 5 posts
 Cobin is a Mutant Glaive
 who Works Miracles
Tue 5 May 2015
at 02:38
Re: Black Cock Grille and Tavern
Cobin nod, accepting the understanding of a city makes sense to those from such vast places at Trincal. He blinks at the latter statement, hesitates, then asks: "Why would I pick your body clean?" in bafflement. "Surely that is a thing for animals to do for food?

"I would hardly pick your bones clean and eat you," in a slightly hurt tone, the other implications of picking someone clean clearly unknown to him in spirit as well as by term.
Ovo Cyrel
 player, 10 posts
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 is a transaction
Tue 5 May 2015
at 02:51
Re: Black Cock Grille and Tavern
Cyrel laughs. A harsh, unpleasant sound, that is quickly cut off. “And that is exactly why I hired you, Cobin. That is the sort of thinking I want by my side.”

He flashes a thin smile, fishing a hand into the inside pocket of his black, leather jacket and pulling out a small metal case. “Would you like a cigarette, Cobin? Have you ever had one before?”

Cyrel flicks the metal case open to reveal a line of hand-rolled cigarettes. Removing one for himself, he offers the selection to Cobin.
Cobin
 player, 7 posts
 Cobin is a Mutant Glaive
 who Works Miracles
Wed 6 May 2015
at 02:34
Re: Black Cock Grille and Tavern
Cobin considers the small foodstuff. "I doubt it, unless it is called by another name where I am from?" and reaches out to accept one politely, giving it a curious sniff. "Are we meant to eat them raw?"