THE GREEN DRAGON’S INN!

Welcome fellow traveler to the busiest town in the Bavidirian Lands. Where folklore- fantasy and more than a few dragon stories thrive in the historic waterfront town of Sinatorium- a charming neighborhood full of ancient shops- exquisite markets- and gullible taverns. And in the middle of it all is the Green Dragon’s Inn- a quaint- two story inn that boasts stately rooms- an intimate pub- and new innovative food experiences. The Green Dragon’s Inn is better than ever- thanks to recent renovations financed personally by Lord Elkinsinan. Enjoy fine dwarven craftsmanship furnishings- crackling fireplaces- new hardwood floors and foreign exotic rugs- plush beds- pedestal tubs and all the glorious details that make the Green Dragon’s Inn such a cozy and inviting place to stay. So come join us and enjoy a pint of Hobgoblin's Brew or a taste of our famous sweet and smooth grapan from the hills of the hobbits. Let me bring a bard and give a riddle or a story that could enhance your interest in becoming the next famous adventurer!

But wait!!! The town of Sinatorium has been invaded by hobgoblin's and orcs. These vile creatures run through the streets terrorizing the townsfolk. Only certain shops and buildings have resisted the attacks as they have magical barriers to protect them and only brave adventurer's dare to travel the streets in such dangerous times.

You the adventurer has made it with much luck to enter the town's tavern and have taken a room for much rest. You know you cannot leave the tavern alone anymore as large groups of Orc Shaman's wait patiently for any to leave. You must form a group of adventurers who willingly leave with you to the perils of dangers the town has.

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The owner is Criani Peracien – a level 15 warrior retired. Her last adventure was entering a dragon’s lair and silently took a bag of jewels and gold. The dragon awoke and attacked. Luckily she owned a magical shield and managed to take the awesome blow almost losing her life. She managed to run into a narrow tunnel and make it to Sinatorium safely with her win. She then with the gold opened the Green Dragon’s Inn to commemorate the event of the Green Dragon she encountered.

As she gives refuge to adventurer's she warns any not to leave the tavern unless in a group.

Her help is Boromir Riniken a son of the town’s armor smith. He is 6 feet tall blonde hair. He is a great cook and friendly to everyone.

Everyone who has a character created should go here everyday and say hello to Boromir the young barkeep!

A figure enters the bar with a deeply hooded cape pulled tight around him. He moves to a dark corner table and seeems to sink deeper into the folds and shadows of his cloak. He taps his Knuckels on the table and you notice his dark skin and finely muscled hand. He waits for the barkeep to come to the table

A tall blonde hair young man stops polishing a mug as he looks oddly at the dark figure. His hairs on his arms go up as he sees the dark skin noticing it is a dark elf. He has heard much of such races and never expected to see such one here in Sinatorium. He hesitantly goes to the dark elf.

"Salutations traveler. I see you have managed to pass through the magical barrier to enter this tavern. I am sure you are here to seek accomodations or perhaps some good drink," the barkeep says hesitantly unsure on how the dark elf will react.

"Goblin Ale" is all the figure says in a whisper and unmistakable accent, a gold piece appears on the table without a sound.

The barkeep scurries quickly to pour a mug from a huge wooden barrel. He comes back to set it lightly onto the table without looking into the glowing violet eyes of the dark elf. He takes the gold coin and walks back to the bar to polish more mugs.

Note - Add 100 experience points for managing to survive the ordeals in the town of Sinatorium and making it to the Green Dragon's Inn safely)

(Subtract 1 gold piece from your character sheet)

Scomail drinks a long draught from the mug and scans the bar he notices that.........

a tall muscular lady in shiny chainmail mithril armor walks down the stairs. From her appearance she could be of someone important perhaps. Attached to her belt is a faintly blue glowing axe.

"Don't forget to roast the Boar I caught yesterday Boromir. It wasn't easy to get out in the woods with so many hobgoblins floating around," she says while looking shortly at the dark figure and dissappearing out the front door.

Boromir nods his head polishing another set of mugs.

Rapping his knuckles again he drains his drink and waits for the barkeep

Noticing the empy mug Boromir walks towards the dark elf.

"I see you have a gained a thirst. Could I offer you another drink or perhaps some food?" he offers while drying his hands with a rag.

roum fur rant? He asks and looks up for the first time full gaze fallng on the barkeep

Noticing the dark elf is trying his best to speak human tongue he takes out a key and lays it on the table.

"It is the first door to the left up the stairs. If you need anything else then don't hesitate to ask. My name is Boromir and I hope you have a peaceful stay," Boromir mentions.

Boromir feels a hand grip his arm" The Mistress" he mumbles under his breath, "the owner ?"

"Ah yes that is Criani Peracien. She owns this place for a few cyclones now. She is in and out of this tavern all the time. It surely is amazing that she manages to roam the streets alone," Boromir mentions.

"I must add that the magic barrier will not let you out of the tavern unless you travel with a group. I don't understand the spell Criani casted, but there are some adventures who tried to leave that front door to only be pushed back inside. Criani figures it is for your protection. There are a few adventurers here who are in their rooms resting. I am sure you will get a chance to meet them one day," Boromir mentions.

"Tank yo" scomail begrudgingly mutters, remembering the customs of the humans. He palms 2 gold to Boromir and drinks his Ale in steady sips

Boromir nods his head amazed he has talked to a dark elf for the first time in his life. He has heard many bad things about them and can only nod his head that it is not always true. It is just like his master said, everyone is different regardless what race they are.

He walks past the bar and into the kitchen to start skinning the boar.

Feeeling a somewhat uneasy feeling, Scomail grabs up his drink and moves nearly silently to the stairs to find his room and be alone with his thoughts. Checking out the room he notices..

The tavern doors swing open and a tiny figure clad in strips of gauze struts through the room with total disdain for those around her. She has no weapon but an evil smile. yet, she passed through the orcs with ony dirt upon her flesh to show for it. As she approaches the bar she flings a cord of orcish bone coins towards the barkeep.

"Whiskey" She murmers..."I gotta get this taste out of my mouth..........."





Though almost 3'2...she carries herself with the air of a blood soaked veteran....

Scomail turns as he mounts the stairs at the small figure that enters the bar. Sneers invisably behind his hooded cape and turns to find his room.

After looking about...the dirty halfling sees that the bar is un attended....she walks behind the bar and stands on her toes to reach for a cheap bottle of low grade rum. She pops the cork to smell then grimace. Turning towards the door... she strides forward while tearing a strip off of her thin, flowing skirt with her teeth....within three strides whe shoves one end of the cloth into the ceramic jug. Two steps from the door she lights the loose end of the cloth on a table top candle...and without loosing stride...opens the door and flings the flaming vessel towards a group of waiting orcs just beyond the magic veil...

Through the blurred visage the bottle shatters and explodes sending silhouetted orcs scrambling about in chaos.... "Eat Sh!T and Die you lousy B@st@rds!!!!!!!" She yelled at the panicked shadows.....Aesi then closes the iron wood door with it's beaten brass bindings. Before turning back to the bar. Slowly and easily...she walks back to the bar. With practiced ease she scales a barstool to await the attention of the bar keep.