Blackrock Hills

wisemonk · Board of Director Joined: 23 Jan 2008 Posts: 87

It is cold, I walk into the tavern looking for something hot to drink. Pulling down his hood and shaking off the cold he walks toward the fireplace to warm his numbed hands. The heat blankets them in tiny needles of feeling that replaces the once piece of ice for a hand.
Something odd catches his attention. The bartender, he doesn't move like a person should.
"Have I walked into the right place?" he tells himself
"The "bartender" is but bone, no really, he is a skeleton."
The people don't seem to even notice, it is like they see someone normal standing there washing out cups and serving ale. I choose to get a closer look.
"Do my eyes play tricks on me sir or..... well to put it bluntly, your a skeleton, serving drinks in a bar."
"Yes sir, I am" says the skeleton with an obscure accent.
"What do you have?"

bairn · Joined: 29 Jan 2008 Posts: 6 Location: Nitro, WV

I have been travelling for days. Tonight, in need of shelter and food, and possibly the company of a woman, I stumble into the tavern. I quickly scan the area, looking for the most secluded part of the tavern, and spot a seat open in the back, by the fire. I make my way toward the seclusion, nodding to various people along the way; I'm in no mood for meaningless conversation tonight. After taking my seat, I take another glance around the room, and spot a familiar man staring at the barkeep.
"Curious," I mutter under my breath. "The man looks as if he's staring death in the face."

wisemonk · Board of Director Joined: 23 Jan 2008 Posts: 87

Looking into its hollow sockets that it looks at me with so unemotionally, I think to myself, "am I the only one that sees this? Is it a puppet?"
I turn and see beside me a "man" that is only a torso, arms and a head. He is sitting there holding a casual conversation with another "person" that looks like they hadn't seen the sun in centuries. "Am I this unobservant?"
"Oh? Someone that I may be able to talk to." Another (what I hope to be a person) has just strolled in out of the weather. I have had enough surprises for a night.
I approach the fellow.

Deryn · Joined: 02 Mar 2008 Posts: 3

Pulling a brown woolen cloak around herself, Deryn strides through the woods, the wind biting her cheeks. "At least it's not snow..." she thinks to herself, looking around for somewhere to perhaps rest for the evening.

Spotting lights in a window down the hill, she begins a cautious decent through the underbrush. She's been traveling for what seems an eternity, and another encounter with an unsavory robber or wayward spirit is the last thing she wants. As she edges closer to what now appears to be a tavern or inn, she ducks behind some trees to observe the locals.