Post/Author/DateTime	Post
DamageSponge 09-26-04, 12:33 PM	From the outside the Bronze Sheild Inn looks more like a small castle then a Inn. That may be due to the fact that Dwarfs helped build it. But once the tired traveler steps inside, he is hit with the smells of Geretts almost famous spiced corn and rum and the sounds of many great Bardic music. A taveler may find anything he/she need here, weapons, armour, rest, or just a good time. Near the front door there is a counter with a very nice looking human man standing there talking to the rest of the workers. "Its almost opening time. Gerett! Have you got the corn and rum ready yet? You know thats what people whant when they come here." A very gruff looking Dwarf walks out of a set of swinging doors near the back. "Aye I have 'em done laddy. Don't you worry. Now go get Jannis and tell 'em to put the open sign up. I will burn me own beard if I have to tell 'em to do it again!" "Ok I will do that. JANNIS!!" A young boy not more then 12 years of age come flying down the stairs and falls over a chair. "You wanted me Uncle Roland?" "Yes boy I did. Burn me if you could make anymore noise. Now what job have you been forgetting to do?" With a look of hurt on Jannis' face he responds: "I donno what?" "You have been forgeting to put up the open sign! Now run along and do that so we can open this place up!" Jannis takes off out the door and put the OPEN sign up. "Now we are open Uncle Roland!"
orcslayer 10-23-04, 09:37 PM	*A tall man in a black hooded cloak walks in.* " I am Orcslayer I wish to speak to the owner of this place. I have some urgent business with him. Some one please get him this is an important matter!"
Lord Tarran 10-24-04, 12:59 AM	His skin pale, his clothes long and black, a young boy enters the inn, finding a place for himself by the hearth without uttering a word. He keeps his hood up, hiding his weary face, as he warms his hands next to the fire. Instead of regaining color, his hands stay the same paleness, but stop shivering to the degree that they had been. He seemed weary as an ancient, though he appeared to be no more than 15. He now waits and watches, keeping an eye on the unfolding events.
orcslayer 10-24-04, 10:32 AM	"You there do you know where the owner of the Inn is? I must speak with him, it is very importent."
Lord Tarran 10-24-04, 02:18 PM	The boy flashes his snakelike eyes from out beneath his hood, galring at the man, before staring back at the fire, deciding to ignore him.
orcslayer 10-24-04, 06:57 PM	"Somebody get the owner of the inn. This is a matter concerning him with the king! It is very important. If he is not here than somebody say so!"
Shadow19905 10-28-04, 06:28 PM	"eEH! CoLd CoLd wArMtH CoLd!" Taking the time to adjust herself before running in for a much needed bathroom break and some water, she stands in front, outside of the door. Dumbfounded. "Oh. ....My stomach...it seems to be..Im friggen starving!" >< :devil: SELF- CONSCIOUS: :devil: Okay, you know what to do. Go in there with an ~innocent~ bewildered getup. Get the stuff. And get it outa' there. "right! ", She nodded in convincing herself.
orcslayer 10-29-04, 06:04 PM	"You there, do you know where the owner of the inn is? This is a very important matter."
Shadow19905 10-30-04, 04:42 PM	Orcslayer, would you mind addressing an object before shouting out something at one or more of the the player[s] envolved. I think it's safe to say that your addressing me, because the other player turned down your rant. BUT! ON THE OTHER HAND, YOU COULDN'T POSSIBLY BE TALKING TO ME, BECAUSE IVE YET TO EVEN ENTER THE 'INN.':uh-huh: :D Please take your time to think, before a posting, thank you ~_^ :D