Post by Mesmer on Sept 24, 2012 10:54:54 GMT -5
Posted about, seemingly random message boards across the kingdom, identical parchment are found posted in various ways from single pins, to having having a strange gel ball that holds it up, before falling off when touched.
Dear Townspeople Adventurers, and giant ogre that can't read this,
Evalor Eldathel, past adventurer, studier of tactical combat, explorer, trouble maker, meddler, drunk, joke teller, half ervanite, and absolutely wonderful person, would like to share my bar tending experiences so that you may chose your travels wisely, with the most enjoyment possible. Today I visited the establishment commonly know locally as "The Wheel".
Coming in a bit depressed due to a previous trouble I discovered The Wheel to be a place common to most taverns and inns, with its brightly lit corners, its dark corners, and its central barkeep ready to serve me when I was ready. The selection was basic, though suitable, with a location near the markets and other commonly visited places, giving me in mind of my list of rankings, of one threw five, a very obvious three. It was a short time after though, while reading a revised working of a book I wrote back when I was seventy however that I came to understand the true beauty of the establishment. Wither inside it drinking peacefully, or sitting outside in the provided table and chairs, perfect for large public gatherings, The Wheel host a wide variety of travelers, and one is sure to find others of there own liking to talk, discuss, plan, peacefully joke with, or in the chase of our ever so varied and common adventurers to this land, plan the next adventure of epic, or not so epic, proportions. After spending some time sampling its different drinks, speaking with a man about how he fears for the current price of animals outside the city, a merchant about his wife's troubles with a certain flower, and teaching a rather sturdy Hin maid about how to suitably accommodate working with "big folk" and how to also make the most use out of them due to this, the rating of three became very unfair to me.
While the The Wheel, a wonderful place for visiting and will often be visited time and again by myself, it did not manage to hold the single draw that makes me want to actually live in the inn for forty or fifty years (of which I have only given four other inns such a rating). For this reason I give "The Wheel" four drunken fireballs, out of five.
Dear Townspeople Adventurers, and giant ogre that can't read this,
Evalor Eldathel, past adventurer, studier of tactical combat, explorer, trouble maker, meddler, drunk, joke teller, half ervanite, and absolutely wonderful person, would like to share my bar tending experiences so that you may chose your travels wisely, with the most enjoyment possible. Today I visited the establishment commonly know locally as "The Wheel".
Coming in a bit depressed due to a previous trouble I discovered The Wheel to be a place common to most taverns and inns, with its brightly lit corners, its dark corners, and its central barkeep ready to serve me when I was ready. The selection was basic, though suitable, with a location near the markets and other commonly visited places, giving me in mind of my list of rankings, of one threw five, a very obvious three. It was a short time after though, while reading a revised working of a book I wrote back when I was seventy however that I came to understand the true beauty of the establishment. Wither inside it drinking peacefully, or sitting outside in the provided table and chairs, perfect for large public gatherings, The Wheel host a wide variety of travelers, and one is sure to find others of there own liking to talk, discuss, plan, peacefully joke with, or in the chase of our ever so varied and common adventurers to this land, plan the next adventure of epic, or not so epic, proportions. After spending some time sampling its different drinks, speaking with a man about how he fears for the current price of animals outside the city, a merchant about his wife's troubles with a certain flower, and teaching a rather sturdy Hin maid about how to suitably accommodate working with "big folk" and how to also make the most use out of them due to this, the rating of three became very unfair to me.
While the The Wheel, a wonderful place for visiting and will often be visited time and again by myself, it did not manage to hold the single draw that makes me want to actually live in the inn for forty or fifty years (of which I have only given four other inns such a rating). For this reason I give "The Wheel" four drunken fireballs, out of five.
