Sometime, somewhere along the Dragon Coast, had stood an almighty kingdom: The Imperial West. The nation of human power was that of greatest, however not even the most knowledgable sages had detailed records of such a place, in fact, most of them disregarded the existence of such a place. Today, only fabled ruins are left concealed within the forest, along with legendery tales of magic and glory told generations after generations, the Fabled Age of Imperial West.
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Sunnyvile is a place of friends, rejoice and laughters. Great stories of adventure and intimacy love tales are told while some of the best mead are served around the bar room. The place is carefully kept, as clean as possible, despit there are constantly drunk patrons.
The bar owner sits in his own room, taking a break from last night busy work. Two young barmaids are chatting quietly near the bar table, occasionally slip couple girlish gigles. As you walk in, you see a sign hanging up on the wall to your left hand:
Welcome to Sunnyvile
We offer you:
Winter Mead: Control anger, delay is the key
Fire Mead: This will kill ya
Elven Mead: We can all live in peace
Ziroish Ale: Meow
One-hit-Ale: Special offer!'
Darkbrew CCL: (no description offered)
and: all other beverages
and numerous signs hanging on your right hand, a quickglancing showed:
"Humor is in the belly of the laughters"
--------------------------------------------Yorick the Wanderer
Wine has drowned more men than the sea.
Several tables are occupied, but many are empty. The far right corner sits a man dressed in full plate. Neatly decorated, the plate shins on its own. The human is at about his mid forties, black-grey mixed long beard shows proudly under his chin. His helmet is removed, on his left hand side, right hand holding a cup of mead, drinking by himself. A giant sword lean next to him, within his grasp's range. There is a symbol of flying Osprey Eagle on the hilt, indicating this man is a member of the Crown Guard.
A dwarf's scream caught you attention: "ye darn fooled orc-brainer!" To which his halfling companion poked the dwarf's arm indicating that his volumn had disturbed the others in the room, the dwarf slam his mead against the table once, grunted then resumed a low whisper conversation with the halfling. The halfling eyed you with more than passing interest for a while, then turned back to the dwarf.
A poorly dressed little girl sat by herself, sobbing.
OOC:
NPCs are:
Deux Cent Cinquante, Sunnyvile's owner, seasoned but out of shape fighter
Vangard, the dwarf fighter
Res, the hafling rogue
Sir Denis, the Crown Gaurd soldier
Nalio, the street thug
Julia, barmaid
Julia's friend, barmaid
five other patrons
feel free to design moves for NPCs, but DON'T kill them unless you have a good reason doing so
[This message has been edited by 250 (edited 10-25-2001).]