Post by Barek Thorgison on Jan 20, 2006 11:28:43 GMT -5
After walking threw the bazaar and haveing numerous salesman/dwarves shout and present their wares to him Barek was happy to finally come in sight of the tavern. Without any stalling he walked straight to the tavern and inside.
Barek walked in the Inn smileing broadly happy to be inside a good dwarven Hold finally. The smell of food and delicious dwarven ale assaulted his nostrils filling him with merryiment. There were a few customers, some humans from varying lands as well as a few dwarves. Their was a slight haze of smoke from pipes and other smokes.
Barek walked over to an empty table alongside the wall near the doorway and pulled out his favorite tankard that bore the picture of a Dwarf smiteing a orc. He raised his hand to signal the tavern girl Ach lass Ill have me some good dwarven ale and a good meal.
The tavern girl eyed the tankard before nodding Any thing else ye need lad?
Aye I be needing a room for the night.
Very well itll be 5 gold for the room and 9silver and 10 copper for the food and drink.
Thank ye lass.
As the young serveing girl ran off to get the food and drink Barek sat back and observed the room takeing in the general chatter of everyone and pondering what the gate keper had said.
Hmmm I wonder what the story is of this fey elgi, and what of me uncle Thorin. Ill have to find out more inforamtion on his history before I right back to father. And by the look of things Ill need to find some work to gather up more gold to pay for a room. Bloody fook. So Uncle Thorin became a slayer...I wonder why father didnt tell me this...he must have known......Well im sure their is someone in this Hold that may have known him....ah here is my food
Barek's thoughts were interupted as the serveing girl came back with a steaming plate of meat, goat cheese and his tankard filled with ale.
Ye room is number 25 on the second floor. It is already prepared and ye pay in the mornin after each night. Enjoy yer meal lad.
she said as she set down the plate and key.
Ach thank ye lass.
Thorin fished into his coin pouch and pressed the money into the serveing girls hand plus a extra gold coin. There ye go lass and makesure ye keep that ale comein all night.
The waitress left with a small smirk on her face as Barek reached for his tankard lifting it to his mouth and takeing a long swig from it. The ale filled his mouth and went down easy.Ah now that be some good dwarven ale. Barek continued to dig into his food hapily eating his way before reaching for his tankard and finishing it off.
Barek continued into the night and late into the night the Ale started to get to him. Pretty soon he was standing in his seat raising his mug in a toast. Id like to raise a toast to a fine gate keeper this Hold has....ive travelled a long journey and tis good to be in Dwarven land again.
Barek proceded to let out a long belch before downing half of his pint. And a toast to the cook and the owner of this fine establishment who have some of the best d**ned ale for leagues around.
The other patrons raised their mugs letting out a general consensus of Here here!! and I the laddie be right! the cook simply smiled and shook his head commenting on how young these days cant hold their ale like they did in his day.
Now me arm be strong from all these toasts and I have yet to be bested in armwrestlein. And If any of ye can stand up to the challenge lets see what ye got.
With that Barek raised his mug again and started to sing a bawdy song of a story of 3 dwarfs and their quest for a lost treasure.
The night wore on and the drunken patrons were singing whole heartiedly in loud raccous laughter.....the lyrics long lost in the ale and general inbrieation of all. Barek hoped down from his position and downed the rest of his ale signalling the serving girl for another as a dwarf sat down accross from him.
Ach laddie lets see if ye arm is as good as ye say it is.
Barek flashed the otehr dwarf a smile before sizeing him up. His beard was relatively short and he still had the youthfull look to him....Not much unlike Barek.
With a laugh Barek propped his arm up on the table, HA lets se what ye got lad!
The other young dwarf locked hands with Barek and already they began. The muscles on the arms bunched up and became visible under the skin. Like ropes of cables and thickly corded rope veins bulged out. The younger dwarf started to push Bareks arm towards his side of the tabe and then impossibly it stopped at a 45 degree angle. With a laugh Barek grabbed his tankard and downed some of its contents before applying more strength. Slowly the pair of arms came up till the were perfectly straight. Then they stated to descend the otehr way.
Ach sorry lad but ye put up a good fight....But its time to end this.
With a grin Barek applied all of his strength and with a resounding crack he planted the otehr dwarfs arm down against the table.
The tavern roared in praise and curses and money quickly switched hands from those betting on the two dwarfs.
Ach twas a nice try laddie but maybe next time.
The ngiht continued and more ale was consumed untill finally Barek, with the help of the serveing girl, found himself making his way to his room. Three drunken dwarfs and a pile of gold. Was the last thing he said before passing out onto the bed. Quiteily the serving girl locked the door behind her and slid the key underneath the door for Barek and left laughing quitely to herself.
Barek walked in the Inn smileing broadly happy to be inside a good dwarven Hold finally. The smell of food and delicious dwarven ale assaulted his nostrils filling him with merryiment. There were a few customers, some humans from varying lands as well as a few dwarves. Their was a slight haze of smoke from pipes and other smokes.
Barek walked over to an empty table alongside the wall near the doorway and pulled out his favorite tankard that bore the picture of a Dwarf smiteing a orc. He raised his hand to signal the tavern girl Ach lass Ill have me some good dwarven ale and a good meal.
The tavern girl eyed the tankard before nodding Any thing else ye need lad?
Aye I be needing a room for the night.
Very well itll be 5 gold for the room and 9silver and 10 copper for the food and drink.
Thank ye lass.
As the young serveing girl ran off to get the food and drink Barek sat back and observed the room takeing in the general chatter of everyone and pondering what the gate keper had said.
Hmmm I wonder what the story is of this fey elgi, and what of me uncle Thorin. Ill have to find out more inforamtion on his history before I right back to father. And by the look of things Ill need to find some work to gather up more gold to pay for a room. Bloody fook. So Uncle Thorin became a slayer...I wonder why father didnt tell me this...he must have known......Well im sure their is someone in this Hold that may have known him....ah here is my food
Barek's thoughts were interupted as the serveing girl came back with a steaming plate of meat, goat cheese and his tankard filled with ale.
Ye room is number 25 on the second floor. It is already prepared and ye pay in the mornin after each night. Enjoy yer meal lad.
she said as she set down the plate and key.
Ach thank ye lass.
Thorin fished into his coin pouch and pressed the money into the serveing girls hand plus a extra gold coin. There ye go lass and makesure ye keep that ale comein all night.
The waitress left with a small smirk on her face as Barek reached for his tankard lifting it to his mouth and takeing a long swig from it. The ale filled his mouth and went down easy.Ah now that be some good dwarven ale. Barek continued to dig into his food hapily eating his way before reaching for his tankard and finishing it off.
Barek continued into the night and late into the night the Ale started to get to him. Pretty soon he was standing in his seat raising his mug in a toast. Id like to raise a toast to a fine gate keeper this Hold has....ive travelled a long journey and tis good to be in Dwarven land again.
Barek proceded to let out a long belch before downing half of his pint. And a toast to the cook and the owner of this fine establishment who have some of the best d**ned ale for leagues around.
The other patrons raised their mugs letting out a general consensus of Here here!! and I the laddie be right! the cook simply smiled and shook his head commenting on how young these days cant hold their ale like they did in his day.
Now me arm be strong from all these toasts and I have yet to be bested in armwrestlein. And If any of ye can stand up to the challenge lets see what ye got.
With that Barek raised his mug again and started to sing a bawdy song of a story of 3 dwarfs and their quest for a lost treasure.
The night wore on and the drunken patrons were singing whole heartiedly in loud raccous laughter.....the lyrics long lost in the ale and general inbrieation of all. Barek hoped down from his position and downed the rest of his ale signalling the serving girl for another as a dwarf sat down accross from him.
Ach laddie lets see if ye arm is as good as ye say it is.
Barek flashed the otehr dwarf a smile before sizeing him up. His beard was relatively short and he still had the youthfull look to him....Not much unlike Barek.
With a laugh Barek propped his arm up on the table, HA lets se what ye got lad!
The other young dwarf locked hands with Barek and already they began. The muscles on the arms bunched up and became visible under the skin. Like ropes of cables and thickly corded rope veins bulged out. The younger dwarf started to push Bareks arm towards his side of the tabe and then impossibly it stopped at a 45 degree angle. With a laugh Barek grabbed his tankard and downed some of its contents before applying more strength. Slowly the pair of arms came up till the were perfectly straight. Then they stated to descend the otehr way.
Ach sorry lad but ye put up a good fight....But its time to end this.
With a grin Barek applied all of his strength and with a resounding crack he planted the otehr dwarfs arm down against the table.
The tavern roared in praise and curses and money quickly switched hands from those betting on the two dwarfs.
Ach twas a nice try laddie but maybe next time.
The ngiht continued and more ale was consumed untill finally Barek, with the help of the serveing girl, found himself making his way to his room. Three drunken dwarfs and a pile of gold. Was the last thing he said before passing out onto the bed. Quiteily the serving girl locked the door behind her and slid the key underneath the door for Barek and left laughing quitely to herself.