Dragon Lore LARP Forums

The tavern quietened once more.  The influx of travellers seemed to be waining though the death count had been high over recent times...

Of those few who remained within the tavern all had seen great loss.  Many had seen comrades or new friends slain. None were unscathed.

The tavern Keeper, *Jack* wiped the bar down ...

Looking round the now deserted tavern, Jack opens another bottle of mead and wonders where his tavern wench has gone, or more to the point who with this time.

"That dam girl" he mutters, "Who she be gone with this time. Typical just when I needed a drinking companion" he says to on one in particular.

Feeling himself starting to awaken, JD tries opening one eye. A smile crosses his face as he realises that he is inside. Then it hits him, that letter. A letter from a man claiming to be his father. Shaking his head to try and clear the clouds from his mind, JD takes a deep breath and sits up. Looking around the room, he is still unable to comprehend what has happened to him. In the last few hours he has gone from a simple delivery driver to a the son of the most feared assassins guild in the lands.
Finally getting he has a quick wash. Picking up his belongings he heads over to the main tavern. Walking in to the now near deserted building he spies the Tavern keeper opening a bottle. Thinking to himself, *Now that's a good way to start the day* He asks

"Good sir may I join you in a drink. I have coin"

Looking up at the newcomer he offers him the bottle and a glass.

"Yar sir drink well, for I have plenty"

Taking the bottle and the glass he poor's himself a large measure. After downing it in one he passes a coin to the Tavern Keep. Then along with a couple more for the bed and wench that he had some fun with. He nods goodbye.

Pulling his cloak over his head he heads out into the forest. Keeping one hand on his sword hilt he keeps to the shadows where possible. He has one goal at present. One burning thought in his mind. To find his father. To find his past.

Watching the man leave he mutters to himself. "Arh that's where my wench got to then"

Pocketing the coin he continues to wipe down the bar.

The far door creaked open, and a slightly pale figure stepped through it, clad in brown leather armour with a short empty scabbard at his hip. Glancing about, he smiled to himself. And strode over to the corner where he spied his hat and cloak.

in the far corner two sit silent the female looks up at the newcomer then back to her companion she speaks quietley "Long Ear you ready to leave?"

Stumbling out of the camp area, Charles looked around. He had heard a huge explosion in the woods and froze. Fear was smething he was getting used to, but his newly aware-sense of magic told him that things were REALLY BAD now... His hand reached for the potion of healing, his other the bone sword he removed from the corpse only hours earlier... He gained his full sterngth, straightened his mortar cap and set out...

...and paused...

He had no potions on him. Where were they? Ah yes, in that tavern, behind him. Entering the tavern behind him, he glances around, noting who is here and heads over to the chest.
Opens it.
Breathes a sigh of relief and calls over to Jack: "One mead. Large. And one for yourself"

Pouring one large mead for the gentleman and then one for himself Jack downs the mead. With a shake of his head and a grin he says
"Ta very much kind sir that was much appreciated"
"So whats been going on out there then. Please tell me that this Tavern ain't going to be attacked by those dam demons again?"