Post by The Dungeon Master on Apr 17, 2011 13:06:28 GMT -4
Stepping in from the bitter cold you are instantly greeted by the sounds of festive music and drunken laughter. As you catch your breath, you take in your surroundings. The bar is off to the left, crafted from the skull of a great wyrm, and tended by a beautiful female elf named Briaanae. The warm smells of freshly baked bread permeate from the mouth of the dragon, where the kitchen can be found. Lining the back wall are three gigantic kegs marked "Mead, Rum, and Ale". Of course, there's plenty else to drink at the bar, whatever meets your fancy. To the left of the bar stands a mean looking dwarf who guards a staircase leading to a balcony overlooking the pub. Behind the tables on the second floor a series of doors lead to small, yet adequate, rooms for a travelling adventurer to rest his or her head. As the merry song draws to an end, you glance to the right of the bar to find an ample stage supported by stone of a deep grey. The jolly band plays upon the same aged hardwood that can be found throughout the pub. Just past the stage an inviting fire crackles in an oversized stone chimney. To either side of the chimney are tall bookcases packed tight with reading material of every kind. Directly in front of the fire sits an imposing man with watchful eyes. A humorless orc stands to his right, and a small, yet threatening dwarf, to his left.