Inn of the Welcome Wench(In context location)

[vilenatas]

The square wooden sign shows a buxom and smiling girl holding a flagon of beer.  This must be the Inn of the Welcome Wench, a place renowned for its good food and excellent drink!  Passing merchants make a point of stopping, as do many other sorts of wayfarers, including sailors who are always on their best behavior when enjoying the pleasures of this inn and tavern.  This place always has someone in its main room, even during the Riftwar the common room has customers.

The Insides of the Inn of the Welcome Wench

The cost of food and drink at the Welcome Wench is higher than other Inns you may have visited.  It is the only Inn in Crydee, and as Crydee is at the westernmost edge of the kingdom it is the last stop on most trade routes, either by land or sea.  The place is also renowned as its food is better than average, and the overall area of Crydee is fairly prosperous.  Choice venison, mutton, poached salmon, trout stuffed with specially prepared mixtures, goose roasted to a golden brown, pork, steaming sausages, steak and kidney pie with mushrooms or truffles, squab stuffed pheasant, and boiled crayfish in drawn butter are just a few of the epicurian delights which are often served here (as the seasons merit).  The locally brewed ale and beer is supplemented by brews from Queg and Kesh as well as fantastic red and white wines from Darkmoor and Dorgin, sweet wines from Loriel and a very limited few from the Kesh.  These lighter drinks are also supplemented with Quegan Fire Whiskey, Brandies from Darkmoor and Dorgin, and a delicious meads from local harvesters and from Loriel and Yabon.

Meals are served on pottery, pewter, or coppers services, according to the order.  Various leather jacks, pottery mugs, wooden tankards, pewter steins, glass flagons, crystal goblets, or silver chalices are used for potables.

Meals
Breakfast, plain               5cp
Breakfast, elaborate            2sp
Dinner, plain               5sp
Dinner, elaborate               1gp
Dinner, 7 course               5gp
Supper, plain               3sp
Supper, elaborate               7sp
Common Drink(per pint)
Ale                     2sp
Ale(special)                  1ep
Beer, small                  5cp
Beer, heavy                  1sp
Mead                     5sp
Mead, Vintage               15sp
Wines (half pint)
Table, local white               10sp
Table, local red               15sp
Darkmoor Chardonnay            2gp
Darkmoor Sauvignon Blanc         2gp
Darkmoor Cabernet Sauvignon         4gp
Darkmoor Syrah               3gp
Darkmoor Zinfandel            3gp
Darkmoor Special Red Blend         7gp
Dorgin Chardonnay            15sp
Dorgin Sauvignon Blanc            15sp
Dorgin Cabernet Sauvignon         5gp
Dorgin Syrah               4gp
Dorgin Zinfandel               4gp
Dorgin Special Red Blend         8gp
Darkmoor Champagne            4gp
Darkmoor Vintage Champagne         8gp
Dorgin Champagne            3gp
Dorgin Vintage Champagne         7gp
Loriel Riesling               3gp
Loriel Ice Wine               10gp
Keshian Vintage Port            20gp
Brandies(per gill)
Local                     8sp
Darkmoor                  4gp
Dorgin                  6gp
Keshian                  7gp
Spirits
Quegan Tears of Fire            3gp
Keshian Rye of Die            3gp
Dwarven Soulfire               8gp

Rooms:
The upper rooms are very clean, and all except the common dormitory are heated.  Each has a fine bed, many covers, wash stand, chamber pot, towels, pegs for garments, and several chairs and stools.  The larger rooms have arm chairs, tables, footstools, bed warmers, curtained beds, and good rugs on the floor and wall hangings as well.   The cost of each is shown in the key to the second floor.

[Mixster]

Mialgru had departed his friends and asked them to meet up at the inn a few miles outside town, slipped into his mermaid skin, and swum through the water. He had come up by sea this evening, changed his shape to that of an elderly man in his mid 40s, dressed himself in loosely fitting common clothes and walked into town.
As he arrives at the inn, he looks like a man that has traveled far with little to himself but his own name, and he walks up to the barkeep, and says with an out of town accent:

Hand an old man some ale, will ya lad? Tossing a couple of silver pennies at the bardesk, he sits down at the end of it. And sips it slowly. As his stomach is still churning from that raw fish he caught out at sea (his human stomach being a tad unaccustomed to such foods) he sits, smelling in the nice smells from the kitchen, knowing that he can't afford it.

Disguise check for acting as an old poor man if needed, although he is pretty poor and old so that is not part of his disguise: 1d20+18=29

[Hallack]

After a tiresome journey to reach Cyndree Jax was not anxious for the displeasure of being surrounded by so many humans once again.  But as distasteful as the prospects were that is where the task at hand required him to be.  Well, he considered to himself.  At least there is once redeeming thing about them.

Focusing on the brighter side of his situation Jax moved on through the streets of Cydree until he finally saw his destination.  Before him stood the Welcome Wench.  With a moment to resettle his gear he shakes some of the dust from his well worn clothing and boots and stepped through the door.

Stepping up next to the old man at the bar  he pulls out a silver sliding it to the keep.  I'll have one of your local brews, small.  I'll take another out of that coin as I finish the first.  After ordering, almost grudgingly it seems, Jax nods to the old man acknowledging his presence.  He may be human but he is still your elder.  You will be well served to remember that, Jax thinks to himself as he turns to take a drink of one of the human races redeeming accomplishments. 

[ShadowViper]

Bobbynock steps up to the sign depicting the buxom friendly tavernmaid, eyes spending only a few seconds on it before moving to the tavern itself examining it's exterior. So far so good, seems what I heard was true; He thought.

The next to enter the tavern was a skinny male Whisper Gnome just shy of three and a half feet tall. His skin, a light gray. He was dressed in dark colors, mostly consisting of blacks & grays. A black wide rimmed hat cast a constant shadow over midnight blue eyes while a large cloak of the same hue hung off his shoulders. The cloaks interior holding many pockets, though they didn't seem to be getting much use. A dark gray cotton shirt covered his upper torso while black leather pants took care of his lower torso and legs. Feet were adorned in a pair of sturdy black leather boots that rose to mid shin, the hilt of a dagger could be seen peeking from the outer side of the right. A stuffed backpack of black leather joined the cloak upon his shoulders as well as the light crossbow slung over his right, yet beneath the cloak. Perhaps the most noteable thing was the Raven perched atop the gnome's shadowy hat.

He wasted no time in approaching the bar, offering two silvers to the barkeep. "One of your famous ales if you would please!" He'd say with a friendly smile while hopping upon an empty barstool.

[Mixster]

Seemingly fighting the urge to run for the door, the old man looks very nervous as the gnome enters. In just a flicker of a second he looks much more like a scared creature than an old man.
Ahmagad Ahumagad! It's a gnome! He might have come here to kill you, he is unto you! Goddammit Mial, he's not out to kill an old man and that is what he seems to you. Get yourself together! But what if he killed brother!? No that stupid stone would protect brother. ... 
The old man looks around the room, seeming to count the number of people in the room. As he looks up again, he looks to the gnome.
... ... Hmm... The Raven is looking at me... The Raven!! It might be unto you, look at it with those beady black eyes. Well Mialgru, better make some friends fast before this Gnome skins you alive!
The old mans eyes fester on the shaded elven looking man, and asks in a rough tone: "Hoy there, Stranger, I've been far about, and I haven't got myself a friendly game of dice for a long way. Would you be interested in playing? He asks as he move to the chair next to him and produce two rather well done Wooden Dice. I hope these humanoids know dragons bounty. It's one of the only games I know.

[LordBlades]

Beorn watches as Mialgru's new form disappears into the waves. I hate it when he does that he mutters to himself smiling. He then turns toward his other two companions still standing on the side of the road: Gentlemen, shall we?

[DrHorrible]

His red reptilian eyes swiftly moving, thinking maybe of the amount of distraction a city has to offer opposed to the wilderness he traveled for so long, Mizar takes a deep breath and then, facing Beorn says in a hiss: Yeah, I haven't had a beer in ages. I can't wait to get to the inn.

Then, after a brief pause, spent gazing at the horizon, he turns to his stone friend: Kal, there's no need to follow us underground this time. Just walk with us, I'm sure we won't run into any kind of troubles.

Then as he finishes talking to the dwarf, he starts walking towards the town with his usual long careless stride, his old common clothes flapping in the wind.

Ok guys, english in not my first language, so bear with me, at least in the beginning. As we go along with the campaign I'm sure i'll get better at it. Also my first PbP. 

[Flay Crimsonwind]

The door burst open for an instant, and slammed shut just as quickly. In that flash of a moment, a lean, strong man shrouded in the hood of a dark cloak appeared in the doorway. With a rough gesture, he tore the cloth off himself, and the bushy haired, daring face of sellsword Brone revealed itself to the room. A sword was tied to the thick leather belt at his hip; leather pants and jerkin protected his body. He unlaced the top of the jerkin as he approached the bar, boots half stomping and half tapping against the wood floor. He seemed to move both roughly and with a grace, and the wild, unruly hair falling down his neck and just barely out of his eyes had the same concealing effect on that face as the cloak's hood had. His smile - or, rather, smirk -  was apparent, as were the dark but glowing green eyes. He slammed into the bar, recognizing a handful of patrons, before demanding, "HEY, DARLIN'! Get me a beer, could you?"

The voice was bawdy and clear, but chalky and aggressively abrasive. The voice resembled it's master; there was something alluring about him that repelled most people, like something you could see crawling under the surface but just couldn't put your finger on. He was unnatural, and here, totally in his element.

[LordBlades]

Beorn pauses for a bit to make sure his outfit is in order, straightens a few things here and there, then pushes open the tavern door. In the doorway stands a slender, not very tall reptilian humanoid. His scales are yellow-brown, with brassy reflexes in a few places. He wears black comfortable travel clothes and a leather armor over them, ornated with a few brass buckles. Ah his left hip hangs the scabbard of a scimitar, and tied to a belt strapped across his shoulder sits a crossbow. As he enters, his eyes are scanning the patrons for any sign of Mialgru.  Spotting a free table in a corner, he gestures toward his companions Come, let's sit over there

Perception: 1d20+4=8 to see if I can spot either Mialgru or anything else interesting.

@ Mixster: did you tell us how you were going to appear in the tavern?

[mthor]

A man strode into the inn purposfully. Draped accross his sholders was an chainmail vest which seemed to have suffered from some horrible disease. Nothing in this world would willingly wear so much crimson on their back. Straped to his hip was a mouning star which, thankfully, was not colored. He was quite handsome and radiated an aura or magnitism which was almost animal. As soon as he opened his mouth however the truth became evident. It was not an animal magnitism but rather the draw of a man who belived truely and with a full heart and had dedicated his life to his beliefs. A barmaid much reminisent of the sign bussled up in front of him and asked "Would you like a seat at the bar or a booth, and what shall I bring you to drink". A strange glimmer passed over the mans eyes, then he drew a deep breath. And then he was off. "Drinking is a sin" he nearly thundered in a surprisingly deep voice, even for such a large man. He continued on the path of explaining to the wide eyed barmaid in his deep resonant voice why drinking beffudled the sences and sapped the life that the gods had given us. By the time a minute had passed the man had passed the sins of drinking and had moved on to why the barmaid was sinfull for wearing such a low cut dress. As the barmaid was shamefully tugging at her low cut bodice he was drawing to a close. "If you wish to share your favors with any man then so be it but it is shameful to tempt others", with that pronouncement he quickly stalked to an unocupied booth with its back against the wall, his steps echoing in the quiet surprised bar.

[PhaedrusXY]

Following behind the reptile in walks a dwarven statue. It wears faded leather armor covered in gleaming silver spikes, and holds a wicked looking poleaxe with a hook on the back in its hands. It's heavy footsteps sound loudly on the floorboards of the Inn, and it leaves sandy footprints behind it. It's stony face is expressionless, and it seems to not notice the stares of the other patrons.

[Hallack]

Taking another drink Jax looked to the elder human addressing him, What is the game you speak of Elder?  I know not these devices, he says looking at the dice.  If it please you can teach me this game. 

Four years he has been in this world and so much of it continued to be a surprise.  As others continue entering the bar Jax is curious about the types of beings but having mostly avoided cities he really does not grasp the strangeness of such exotic beings gathering in the Tavern. (ooc:  He simply has no reason to think any of you are unusual for this world.)

Jax moves to join the Elder for his game watching the small human as he went.  The bursting and slamming tavern door triggering reflexes Jax  finds himself with a dagger half out and turning before he catches himself and seeing the person removing his cloak.  Mumbling something under his breath Jax relaxes and turns back to the Elderly Human,I am called Jax. Looking back to the gnome, Perhaps Elder it would please you if the child there joined us as well?

Later, as the other man gives the "wench" his sermon Jax, mumbles to the Old man at his table.  That is disheartening.  Here I have found such drinks to be the best of your people.  Calling to the girl as she hurries from Arthur Jax holds up a silver coin, Girl, I'll have two of those sinful drinks.

[Mixster]

The old man frowns a short second at the mentioning of the gnome, I'm always one for stories and strange people, he is welcome at my table, if you'll invite him over, although I doubt one would call him a child.
Regarding the dice he begins to speak:Well, there's this good old game, it's called... eh. Badgers Bounty, here let me teach it to you. As the old Man teaches the rules of the game, it's one of those simple games, that almost all cultures in Midkemia developed, but never named the same. The man shares stories as they play a few test rounds as the others arrive.

Ah, I see my other companions have arrived, your are welcome to join our table, by the way, I'm Mikkel, but most people called me old Mial, for some reason I've forgotten long ago.

As he walks towards the table he smiles at his younger brother. And speaks in a language that few understand (draconic): I've caught a few fish if you need dinner, I have them on my other form. Apart from that the clientel seems friendly, but reserved towards new-comers, that elf over there seems a bit peculiar. But he could be a good source of reconnaisance, so I invited him to our table.
Then he continues in Common, I'm sorry for leaving you, but I needed to swim a little, I have come to love water so from our travels.

Taking 10 on that survival check to gather fishies gives me a 22. Not sure I told you what I'd look like, but this is probably a common form Mialgru uses, so the three of you would know it.

[Hallack]

Jax listened to Mikkel's stories and picked up the rules to Badger's Hoard in fairly short order.  At Mikkel's invitation to join his companions, No, be on your way to your companions.  I shall stay here and drink the last of my sin.  As the old man departed Jax raised his mug in a gesture of toast to the man in red (Arthur) as he continued to sip his drink. 

[DrHorrible]

That's strange considering that just the sight of it makes me seasick. What kind of brothers are we? answers to his brother  in the language of dragons with his bark of a laughter following. He just didn't see him at the counter, but that just may be because even he if he should be accustomed to his brother's human form, it still is strange to look at that human, so different to what is brother looks like and think: "There's my brother". I guess I'll never get used to that....

So, tell us, is there anything of interest in this town, bro? says Mizar as he sits back and start looking at the elf his brother was talking about.

Annoyed, then moves his gaze to the other travelers in the inn, not really looking, just to keep his mind occupied as he often does.

After a while he calls the girl and gives her a silver coin: Could you please bring me a pint of your beer, dear?

[Mixster]

(draconic) One should think our ancestry differed. Although knowing our mother, I doubt she had multiple patrons. A toast to dear old mother. Mialgru says smilingly. He never really liked mother, but she was the one who had thought him almost all about surviving anywhere. And he took after her, that was probably why he disliked her. You've always taken after father anyway. He continues shortly after, that human smile seeming slightly off, that was always the hardest to grasp from another race, their smile, it annoyed and fascinated him.

But perhaps we should speak in the human tongue, nothing to ruin a disguise like speaking a weird language. Mialgru continues. The town seems kind of smallish, the port is nice, but nothing but a fishing port, we could just use this town to re-supply and find our way to the temple. I am uncertain as to where exactly it is located, but I'm certain we can find it with some aid from a local. If we are venturing in there, we could need more ... Ehm ... Companions, they might even have come here for the same reason we are. he gestures toward the other travellers that look rather combat ready.

[Flay Crimsonwind]

The first time that the man in red spoke, it attracted Brone's attention. The long time that the man took to make his point gave him enough time to turn himself around, drink half the heavy beer he had in his hand, and become incredibly entertained. By the time the man had finished lecturing the poor girl, he was done with his beer. He lifted himself off the bar, placed the empty tankard next to the girl, and gave her a quick pat and pinch. "Darling, if you need anyone to help you with that sinful life you lead," the last few words, he couldn't say straight faced, "then be sure to come speak to me, and I'll give you a much more rewarding, enjoyable lesson in your ways."

After he had, he saunters over to the table the man had been sitting at. "That was quite a speech you gave, there. Come, tell me, if I confessed some sins that had been on my mind, could you tell me the best ways with which I could cope with such horridness?"

[ShadowViper]

The Whisper Gnome didn't turn around even as the various new patrons entered, only tensing up slightly as the door was banged open. He simply continued to drink from his ale, afterall he had eyes in the back of his head. Eyes that informed him of his surroundings each time they changed.

Each time a new person entered the tavern the Raven was seen bending over to dip it's head under the hat's wide brim. Each time whispering a short sentence in gnome. The gnome occasionally whispering replies in the same language.

"Loud human"

"Two Kobolds, Rocky Dwarf"

"Rocky Dwarf?" "Yes, dwarf made of rock!"

"Keep most of your attention of them, but still watch the door"

He slides off the barstool with his ale turning around as eyes quickly note the positions of the others in the tavern, moving to find the kobolds first. That one's not a Kobold.. he thought with a sigh. He then moves casually to a shadowed corner booth on the opposite end to the Draconic party.

"Human Red Armor"

Oh great...a zealot He thought as the human in ruby proceeded the lecture them about ale and choice of clothing. He listened, laughing a bit as his left hand lifted his ale to his lips occasionally while his right was subtlely busy beneath the table. Moving his crossbow to rest upon his right thigh, then slowly moved the bow string back to lock in place. A few moments were allowed to pass before a single bolt was taken from it's case upon his belt and placed infront of the drawn string. With his crossbow loaded his right hand would re-emerge to wipe a extra bit of ale from his handlebar moustache. Midnight blue eyes never really going far from the kobolds, of course he wouldn't make it obvious.

Stealthy Crossbow Loading (1d20+12=15)(Stealth check)

[vilenatas]

You notice that most of the local patrons seem a bit reserved, and the innkeeper has a wary eye on all the newcomers.  Voices have hushed significantly ever since the tirade, and you've noticed a couple of the locals slipping out after a short whispered conversation with the innkeeper.  The barmaids seem in a rush whenever they deliver beer even though the common room isn't that crowded.

DC 18 Perception Check

Alert the guards at the keep that we have some interesting looking folk in town.  I'm not sure, but it could be another invasion or something.

The smells of venison coming from the kitchen are mouthwatering, and the small beers have been tasty even though they aren't that strong.

[mthor]

perseption(wis) untrained (1d20+5=24)

As the strange looking man sauntered up to him Arthur sized him up with a practiced eye. "Can the scarlet lady help you?" He repeated "Of course, She is not one of those false gods demanding more and more, She only asks that you use well the gifts of magic and life that she gives you. Those who misuse their natural magic are cursed but those who return are blessed. Come I have a chance for you to improve your standing with the Crimson Lady. Arthur pulls the man(flay) to the side and procides to tell him what he heard. He then quickly outlines a plan to pull the inkeeper aside and question him.

Arthur is LN but he firmly belives that laws true sorce is divine. Thus he acts nearly entirely on his conscious.