Fuzzy: The Dragons Den.   Posted by DM.Group: 0
_Winnie
 NPC, 10 posts
Wed 26 Dec 2018
at 22:46
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
Once the dessert is finished and cleared away, Winnie takes a small decanter from a shelf, along with a couple of glasses.  Approaching the table she sets a glass infront of each man and pours a generous measure from the decanter into each glass.  "A small digestif, on the house, gentlemen.  Not the best of brandies, I am afraid, but among the best that we can get this far north."  With a nod she returns the decanter to the shelf, and leaves the two to their measures of the rather fiery spirt.
DM
 GM, 2492 posts
Wed 26 Dec 2018
at 22:53
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
The barman calls Wyn across, and points to a man dressed in leathers.  Smiling the proprietor, walks across to the countryman and they chat for a short while, before the newcomer hands something over to Wyn.

After examining it, he nods to the fellow and walks him across to the bar.  A few moments later the countryman has a pitcher of ale in his hand, and heads towards a table full of men dressed in basic but simple clothing.  Then a few moments later, a waiter delivers half-a-dozen more pitchers to the table.
~ Berta Roth
 NPC p, 11 posts
 Human Female Dragonfriend
 Let's do it my way
Thu 27 Dec 2018
at 04:17
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
Berta's forehead furrows once more as she watches her elder brother.  Certainly there is nothing immediately suspicious about Wyn's conversation with the stranger and the exchange is not exactly furtive, but from long experience he doesn't deserve the benefit of the doubt.

Turning away, Berta resolves to get to the bottom of the matter.  She'll ask Winnie later ... but only after she begs her sister-in-law for a helping of the apple pie.
~ Darius
 NPC e, 6 posts
 Scribe, Carouser
Thu 27 Dec 2018
at 04:32
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Darius glances up for a moment to survey the crowd before looking back down at his map.
~ Pete the Poacher
 NPC p, 8 posts
Thu 27 Dec 2018
at 06:49
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Old Pete collects a couple of mugs of ale from the bar and ambles over to the table where Darius sits with his map. He sets both mugs down on the table, sits himself down in a chair and pushes one mug across to Darius.

"How are ye going, lad? The map is looking good. Ye've got the shape of Tusk Town right, and the lake and river too. I've not been further afield yet myself. Have ye heard anything interesting yet from others who've travelled a bit further out?" he asked.

This message was last edited by the player at 14:09, Fri 28 Dec 2018.

_ Wyn Roth
 NPC, 13 posts
Thu 27 Dec 2018
at 08:14
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Wyn grins happily and slaps winnie's booitom as she passes by with the ramains of the apple pie.
_Winnie
 NPC, 11 posts
Thu 27 Dec 2018
at 08:15
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"Stop it." Winnie replies, smiling across at her husband.  "We're in public ..."
~ Darius
 NPC e, 7 posts
 Scribe, Carouser
Fri 28 Dec 2018
at 04:55
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
Darius nods in thanks to Old Pete as he takes a sip from new mug. He takes a look down at the map and shrugs, "it's looking okay I guess, but it's going to take me some time before I've really got the skills down to drawn things accurately. I'm still a novice at this," he says as someone who is not used to be a novice at things.
DM
 GM, 2493 posts
Fri 28 Dec 2018
at 07:11
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
The poet from earlier has finished his set, and wanders through the room, holding his cap out, calling ...

Winter is coming. The goose is getting fat.
Please put a penny in the poet’s hat.
If you haven't got a penny, then a ha' penny will do.
If you haven't got a ha' penny, may the Gods bless you!


It is well-known that the Dragon's Den allows performers to 'Busk' in the bar, in the hope of making a few coins from their skills.  Just so long as Wyn thinks they are good enough, of course.

This message was last edited by the GM at 07:25, Fri 28 Dec 2018.

~ Pete the Poacher
 NPC p, 9 posts
Fri 28 Dec 2018
at 14:04
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Old Pete smiles kindly at Darius.

"Don't ye worry, lad, I've seen plenty worse maps traded for gold just because they showed where some long lost treasure was supposedly buried, or the entrance to an old, forgotten gold mine, or some such thing. You just need the right story to go with your map. Some of the folk here in town used to be brigands in this area when the fort here was controlled by their leader, the Stag Lord, so some of them are likely to have a tale to tell about things that happened around here in his time or legends about things before that. The only thing I've seen that might be of any interest was the tracks of a giant stag beetle in the woods west of here. They are of no value in themselves but sometimes they become a real threat to logging communities and woodsmen because they are attracted by rotting wood. I've known of a bounty being offered elsewhere to get rid of them when they become a nuisance," he tells Darius.

When the poet passes their table he tosses a silver penny into the man's cap.

"Thank ye, young fella. That reminded me of many a walk with me ol' dad when I was just a youngster. I don't suppose ye know any tales of things that happened around here in the past, do ye?" he asks the poet.
~ Darius
 NPC e, 8 posts
 Scribe, Carouser
Mon 31 Dec 2018
at 05:33
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"Giant stag beetles? Those don't sound fun, or sanitary," Darius mused. "I suppose it's a good start, but I'm hoping that when the expeditions return I can get some more useful information on here. A maps not worth a whole lot if it doesn't provide accurate information after all."

When the poet comes by, Darius also tosses a coin into his cap. "Yes, tales of this area would be interesting indeed," Darius added.
DM
 GM, 2496 posts
Mon 31 Dec 2018
at 09:15
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The poet looks, significantly, at the ales in front of both Darius and Pete.  "Thank 'ee gentlemen."
~ Pete the Poacher
 NPC p, 10 posts
Tue 1 Jan 2019
at 16:18
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Pete's eyes follow the poet's gaze to the mugs of ale and he just grunts softly to himself before raising his arm to attract one of the serving lasses to order a mug of ale for the poet too.

"Sit a while with us and tell us what ye know, young fella," he advises the poet.
Kendrick Winters
 player, 134 posts
 House Winters
Sat 5 Jan 2019
at 16:41
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Kendrick and Zach finished their dinners. The two men sat and enjoyed their drink, savoring each sip. Finally Zach turned to Kendrick, "Please excuse me. I still have to attend to business matters this evening." He picked up the silver dagger as he stood. "G'night Sir Winters."




Kendrick savored the drink. He sat in the private room until servants arrived to clear the table. The young knight stood drink in hand, "Excuse me, I was just leaving. Thank you." He stepped into the main room and found an empty table.
DM
 GM, 2501 posts
Sat 5 Jan 2019
at 17:16
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
"I'll be back in  just a moment ...." the Poet grins, then continues his round of the other customers collecting what few coins that he can.  Returning to Pete and Darius's table, he takes a chair and then reaches appreciatively for the ale that was ordered for him.

"Busy in here tonight.  Gearing up for Harvestfest, I'll be bound."

This message was last edited by the GM at 17:16, Sat 05 Jan.

~ Berta Roth
 NPC p, 12 posts
 Human Female Dragonfriend
 Let's do it my way
Sun 6 Jan 2019
at 05:57
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Watching the crowd, Berta notes the reappearance of Kendrick, pleased that the young knight chooses to stay on once his business is done, the moreso as from what she's seen of him so far he's not likely to be the cause of any trouble in her inn.

The warrior-woman stares down the erstwhile Poet as he waves his cap in her direction ... but just for the form of it, calling him back with a laconic grin as she flips a silver coin his way and graces him with an approving nod.

This message was last edited by the player at 05:58, Sun 06 Jan.

Domitius
 player, 66 posts
 Half Elf Fighter/Rogue
 AC:18 HP:18
Sun 6 Jan 2019
at 06:37
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
It had been a while since the last time Domitius had let his hair down and from all accounts the Dragon's Den seemed to be the place to be in town.  Dressed in his second finest outfit he headed in to the bar.

As he approached he paused outside and cast an eye over the new building then with a nod of approval he headed in.  He stopped just inside the entrance to allow his eyes to adjust and to scope out the room.  Spotting an empty seat near Sir Kendrick he made his way through the crowd and said "Good evening Sir Kendrick, may I join you?
Kendrick Winters
 player, 135 posts
 House Winters
Sun 6 Jan 2019
at 07:20
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Kendrick smiled as he saw Domitius approach his table. "Please do. What are you drinking tonight?" The young man held a glass in his hand. The liquid inside was a deep brown. He brought the drink to his lips and sipped slowly.
~ Pete the Poacher
 NPC p, 11 posts
Sun 6 Jan 2019
at 07:59
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Old Pete shifted his chair a bit to make room for the poet to take a seat at the table with him and Darius.

"This is my first year here, so I've not seen what passes for Harvestfest here yet. Something to look forward to though, right enough. So, what's your name, lad? I'm Pete and this here is Darius. Tell us a bit about yourself and how ye come to be here in Tusk Town."
Domitius
 player, 67 posts
 Half Elf Fighter/Rogue
 AC:18 HP:18
Sun 6 Jan 2019
at 10:06
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Taking a seat at Kendrick's table with view of the front door, he gave a nod of thanks as he did so and Domitius replied "Oldlaw whiskey, assuming they have some."
~ Berta Roth
 NPC p, 13 posts
 Human Female Dragonfriend
 Let's do it my way
Fri 11 Jan 2019
at 06:19
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
With nobody as yet needing to be picked up, sat down or forcibly expelled from their establishement, Berta lends half an ear to the conversations at the tables, snorting with good humour at what she hears.
Cass Mordane
 Player, 297 posts
 Bard, Sword Scion
 Sometime Diplomat
Sat 19 Jan 2019
at 03:20
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den

Cass Mordane would likely never admit it to another living soul, but he might be getting spoiled. He couldn't remember the last time he had to sleep under an onion cart, or curl up next to some drover's dogs to keep warm.

Cass had eventually moved up to a blanket and a place on the floor of some common room of a hole in the wall tavern or inn on the outskirts of Restov thanks to earning a few coins busking in the streets.

As Cass became a better entertainer, the flow of coins increased and where to sleep was less of a concern. Getting sleep was another matter. Cass had begun to spent every spare coin on the Aldori dueling arts, and that meant many long nights of exercise, practice, and sparring.

Then came the Charter and Cass hitched his star to Midmarch and the keen plans of Henry LeMaistre. Henry kept his teams' patrol times short, especially with the approach of inclement weather. And he was kind enough to provide lodging for the members of the Tusk Town City Council.

So when the cold wind drove Cass off the streets and into the warm, cozy surroundings of The Dragons Den, it had been awhile since he had felt so closed in upon. But that was always the way of the coming winter, wasn't it?

Cass stopped blowing on his hands for warmth and looked around the room to see who was present. Then he shook off his chill and stepped to the bar.

"A warm cider please. If it is hot enough to scald a wyvern's tail, I won't complain. I will just draw the heat into my bones. If it is hard enough to stagger a dwarven wrestler, then I won't mind at all. I will just count it as medicinal."

Cass tried to hide the rumbling of his stomach as well. "And if it is not too much trouble, a bit of that dark bread that the locals call Nick. And a bowl of your house stew. If it has game in it, that would be a delight. I know the local cuisine is still in progress, but if I have to eat another eel, I will likely have spotted kittens about the issue."
DM
 GM, 2541 posts
Sun 20 Jan 2019
at 07:16
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
Winnie is busy, on the other side of the room, so a different waitress comes to take the order.  When she returns, she wipes the table quickly and slides the clay tankard onto it.  "Misteess Winnie's own recipe …" she says indicating the mulled cider.

Not only is the cider warmed, it has been infused with herbs and spices that give it that reconisable 'winter' flavour.
_Wyn Roth
 NPC, 14 posts
Tue 5 Feb 2019
at 14:39
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Wyn saunters out from behind the bar, whistling jauntily to himself, and pins a notice on the notice board.
~ Gedd
 NPC p, 13 posts
 Gedd Roth
 Half-orc archer
Tue 5 Feb 2019
at 15:31
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
After a suitable interval (at least 30 seconds) Gedd wanders over to the notice board and glances nonchalantly at the notice Wyn has pinned up.