Fuzzy: The Dragons Den.   Posted by DM.Group: 0
DM
 GM, 2353 posts
Sun 19 Aug 2018
at 07:46
Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
A painted sign, showing three green dragons and one white dragon, marks this out as an Inn.  Inside there is one large common room with a stage at one end.  Tables and chairs are scattered around the area, while there are a number of private booths at the opposite end to the stage.  Waiting staff are served from a small bar and servery, and they provide table service for the patrons.

For a few coppers you can get a mug of a local ale or hard cider, or a smaller cup of mead or local wine. A cup of herbal tea (onion or mint) is even cheaper.   There is always a selection of dinners available -  although most people just take the House Stew -  it is always ready to serve and you get a choice of Vegetable, Meat (often game) or Fish (often Eel)  - all served with a freshly cooked flatbread.

There are beds available in the  bunk room for an overnight stay - or you can take a private room, although you will be charged quite a bit extra for that.




This is a Fuzzy Thread that PCs and player-run NPCs can use when you want to.   It is located in Tusk -  but just about everyone needs to come to Tusk occasionally, so I am not going to object if distant NPCs turn up for a short while.  You can meet other PCs here, discuss plans, have assignations or just catch up with your entourage.  In other words - a place for non-combat Role Play.

The listed food and drink is covered by your standard expenses, as is a bunk bed - so you donít need to account for payment.   If, however, you decide the character wants something fancy or posh -  It can probably be sourced -  BUT  you need to find the money to pay for it :}

For those of you whose characters have a performance skill, please feel free to take the stage and put on a small performance.  I am fairly sure you will spot a few musicians and a performance poet having a go before long.

This message was last edited by the GM at 18:52, Sat 01 Sept 2018.

_ Wyn Roth
 NPC, 11 posts
Sun 19 Aug 2018
at 08:05
Fuzzy: The Dragon's Den
Wyn steps outside onto the street and glances left and right.  Then, with a  wide grin, he twiddles his fingers until a bugle appears in his hands, and he blows a loud fanfare to attract everyone's attention.

"Ladieeeez and gentlemen, the Dragon's Den is now open for business!" He announces in a loud stage voice, before returning back inside the inn - twiddling his fingers as he goes.  By the time he gets to the stage, the bugle has turned into a flute and he launches into a series of folk tunes to help pass the time.
~ Berta Roth
 NPC p, 4 posts
 Human Female Dragonfriend
 Let's do it my way
Sun 19 Aug 2018
at 12:19
Fuzzy: The Dragon's Den
"I'd swear that flute is enchanted and half the time it's magic that drags the customers in," Berta smiles at Gedd and Winnie as she watches Wyn upon the stage.

"And the other half of the time it's because he's so damned good on it !" this last with a grin at the pair as she repeats a private joke they've heard often enough before.

This day finds the once-warrior-woman behind the bar, her red tresses tied back but still barely under control, drawing drinks for any patrons who belly up to the counter or loading the trays for Winnie and the other servers, leaving Gedd the duty of keeping an eye upon the crowd and making sure they behave themselves.
~ Gedd
 NPC p, 6 posts
 Gedd Roth
 Half-orc archer
Sun 19 Aug 2018
at 13:00
Fuzzy: The Dragon's Den
Gedd grinned back at Berta.

"Just don't let Wyn hear you say that, even if it is true. He is big-headed enough as it is!" he chuckled.

"Say, who did he find to paint the dragons on the sign out front? They've done a really good job on that."
~ Pete the Poacher
 NPC p, 5 posts
Sun 19 Aug 2018
at 17:04
Fuzzy: The Dragon's Den
Old Pete leaned back in his chair at his favourite table (it is amazing how quickly those old guys settle on a favourite spot, even in a brand new inn) and hummed along contentedly to the tunes Wyn was playing. Obviously he knew them well.
_ Wyn Roth
 NPC, 12 posts
Mon 20 Aug 2018
at 08:18
Fuzzy: The Dragon's Den
As more and more people come into the newly opened bar, Wyn changes from flute to performance poetry.  Turning  away from the room for a moment or two to compose himself, he turns back looking a little wilder and more unkempt, then launches into a poem ...

Three wheels on my wagon
And I'm still rolling along
The Goblinski are chasing me
Arrows fly
Right on by
But Iím heading for Henryís land.

I'm shouting  - higgity, haggity, hoggety, high
Pioneers, they never say die
A mile up the road there's a hidden cave
And we can watch those Goblins go
barrelling by

Two wheels on my wagon
And I'm still rolling along
Them Goblinski are after me
Flaming spears
Burn my ears
But Iím heading for Henryís land

I'm shouting - higgity, haggity hoggety, high
Pioneers, they never say die
Half a mile up the road there's a hidden cave
And we can watch those Goblins go
barrelling by

One wheel on my wagon
And I'm still rolling along
Them Goblinski after me
I'm all in flames
At the reins
But Iím heading for Henryís land

I'm shouting - higgity, haggity hoggety, high
Pioneers, they never say die
Right around that turn there's a hidden cave
And we can watch those Goblins go
barrelling by

No wheels on my wagon
So I'm not rolling along
The cavalry rescued me
Things looked bad
Iím so glad
That Iím heading for Henryís land

C'mon all you pioneers, shout along with me!
Higgity, haggity hoggety, high
Pioneers, they never say die
Higgity, haggity hoggety, high
Pioneers, they never say die
Higgity, haggity hoggety, high


before grining and allow his normal  urbane look to slide back into view.

"Anyone else want to give us a turn?" he asks.




With apologies to Burt Bacharach & Bob Hilliard
~ Folfast Balhon
 NPC p, 1 post
 Author, poet & playwright
 Guest at the Roth's Inn
Mon 20 Aug 2018
at 14:07
Fuzzy: The Dragon's Den
Folfast descends the stairs, making his way blearily to the bar where he quickly downs his scandolously late breakfast before turning back to the stage.

"It is bad enough that you rouse me from my slumbes and draw me forth from my blankets with your angelic tones ... but to issue such a challenge as you know I'll not refuse ... !" the big man remonstrates with his landlord belly wobbling in time.

"Ho then !  I accept !"

Gesturing for his fiddle to be brought and with a broad wink at Berta behind the bar, Folfast takes the stage, nodding formally to Wyn as he plucks on the strings of his instrument ... seemingly randomly at first, but slowly a tune takes form from those simple notes.

Tapping his foot in time with the beat, Folfast nods once more in satisfaction as he begins to sing ...


Blood drops on flagstones and talons on dragons
A jester that festers and poison in flagons
Locked in a dungeon and tied up in chains
These are a few of my least favourite things
Hellhounds and nightmares and terrible frights
Moaning and groaning and bumps in the night
Ranting and growling and wild mutterings
These are a few of my least favourite things


And then he picks up the pace ...

Gorgons and baslisks and horrid medusas
Carrion crawlers and gibbering mouthers
Beholders and vampires and balrogs with wings
These are a few of my least favourite fiends
When the ghoul bites,
When the stirge stings
When I've just been cursed
I simply remember my least favourite fiends
Then I feel soooooo ... much worse !


"Thank you all !" Folfast breaks off, holding up his fiddle with a flourish as he sketches a bow.



With abject apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein

This message was last edited by the player at 14:08, Mon 20 Aug 2018.

~ Berta Roth
 NPC p, 5 posts
 Human Female Dragonfriend
 Let's do it my way
Thu 23 Aug 2018
at 12:23
Fuzzy: The Dragon's Den
Berta leans towards Gedd.

"I hope you have your bow handy. If either of them start in on that never-ending song about Bishop Brugar, you have my permission to put an arrow in them !" she tells her brother, keeping a straight face.
~ Gedd
 NPC p, 7 posts
 Gedd Roth
 Half-orc archer
Thu 23 Aug 2018
at 13:13
Fuzzy: The Dragon's Den
Gedd frowns at Berta's comment and responds with mock-seriousness.

"Really? You're not a fan of one of the finest champions of justice that ever lived?"

But he can't keep up the pretense and bursts out laughing at the thought of what Berta would do if she ever came face to face with that lecherous old gods-botherer.