Post by writersblock on Sept 28, 2008 21:18:55 GMT -5
At least a few things must remain standard to AD&D. This inn, where a party can be assembled, is just such a place. It is like any inn found in any feudal game. It serves good eats at reasonable prices, and if you're a little short of funds there is always some chore the owner needs done that you can trade for a bit of grub and drink.
The owner and proprietor is a jovial, social man of short stature and mixed parents. Half Gnome and half Dwarf, Icky Mick (his real name) is never without a red nose on his face and a white cotton handkerchief in his hand. Since childhood he has suffered constantly from allergies, sinus ailments, and all manner of nose issues. His infirmity prevents him indulging his own wanderlust, so he opened this inn to live vicariously through all the adventurers he dreams will frequent it, telling tales of their exploits for free ale.
As always, when new people come in, Icky is the smiling face that greets them. He extends his right hand (he always blows with his left) to welcome you.
Welcome to my brand spanking new Adventurer's Inn! Come in....Come in! Here...take this table here. Have a mug of ale...first one is on me! Always glad to see new faces...I'm Icky Mick, owner and operator...
*SNORK!*
Oh, excuse me...my nose runs so much I wish I could put it in a horse race...I'd be rich! Any hoo, I am sure you came for one of two things...today's mutton or to seek like minded company.
Oh yes, I see it...that look in your eye. City life ain't for the likes of you. You want adventure! A thrill that fills your blood and give life a purpose...hmmm? Am I right? Course I am....course I am...if there is one thing I know when I see it that's a wandering heart....
Well, the seller by the back has much of the basic tack and tackle you might need...he has a special on ropes this week.
Over by the bar you'll find the message slate.
*he gestures to a wall where a chalkboard some 10ft long by over 5 ft tall dominates the wall. It starts about 2ft from the floor and is held in place by a heavy oaken frame.*
Please leave the chalk behind when your done with it...not that I think you'd steal it, but some tend to take it back to their tables and, well, if it gets wet...
On the board is written all those seeking and all those wanting partners. Check for yourself, and leave a message of your own if some quest or company strikes your iron. Its checked on all the time. I'm sure someone will get word to you soon.
While you are over there, I'll bring you a plate of the mutton...comes with my very own specially baked potatoes...go on...take a look...no one will take your table, and you know you're always welcome at Icky Micks!
*SnORK!*
The owner and proprietor is a jovial, social man of short stature and mixed parents. Half Gnome and half Dwarf, Icky Mick (his real name) is never without a red nose on his face and a white cotton handkerchief in his hand. Since childhood he has suffered constantly from allergies, sinus ailments, and all manner of nose issues. His infirmity prevents him indulging his own wanderlust, so he opened this inn to live vicariously through all the adventurers he dreams will frequent it, telling tales of their exploits for free ale.
As always, when new people come in, Icky is the smiling face that greets them. He extends his right hand (he always blows with his left) to welcome you.
Welcome to my brand spanking new Adventurer's Inn! Come in....Come in! Here...take this table here. Have a mug of ale...first one is on me! Always glad to see new faces...I'm Icky Mick, owner and operator...
*SNORK!*
Oh, excuse me...my nose runs so much I wish I could put it in a horse race...I'd be rich! Any hoo, I am sure you came for one of two things...today's mutton or to seek like minded company.
Oh yes, I see it...that look in your eye. City life ain't for the likes of you. You want adventure! A thrill that fills your blood and give life a purpose...hmmm? Am I right? Course I am....course I am...if there is one thing I know when I see it that's a wandering heart....
Well, the seller by the back has much of the basic tack and tackle you might need...he has a special on ropes this week.
Over by the bar you'll find the message slate.
*he gestures to a wall where a chalkboard some 10ft long by over 5 ft tall dominates the wall. It starts about 2ft from the floor and is held in place by a heavy oaken frame.*
Please leave the chalk behind when your done with it...not that I think you'd steal it, but some tend to take it back to their tables and, well, if it gets wet...
On the board is written all those seeking and all those wanting partners. Check for yourself, and leave a message of your own if some quest or company strikes your iron. Its checked on all the time. I'm sure someone will get word to you soon.
While you are over there, I'll bring you a plate of the mutton...comes with my very own specially baked potatoes...go on...take a look...no one will take your table, and you know you're always welcome at Icky Micks!
*SnORK!*