Scene 01 The Split Goose
Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2016 7:10 pm
It is one of the last warm nights of the fall and the local taverns are alive with chatter. Most recognize this will be one of the last warm days in Bethmoora for the rest of the year and they are determined to make the most of it.
You however, have just made it into the city from where ever you came from. And for whatever reasons you may have, you have made your way to a tavern named The Split Goose. You have been inside just long enough to get a good strong drink to wet your dry throat when the front door bangs open. The entire room goes silent and heads turn.
A rather gaudily dressed halfling strolls across the room, his confident swagger would be laughable if even you did not get the impression this guy could kick some serious ass. If he cannot, he sure is a great actor.
He steps to the bar and on cue the bartender slides a box from behind the bar just before the little fellow reaches it. He hops up and soon is standing atop the bar. The entire room has sat quietly and watched him cross the room.
He turns to face the room and with an extravagant gesture produces a large scroll. A moment ago he had nothing in his hands, surprised face look to and fro in shock, wowed by whatever magic this little man wields.
He clears his throat. Still the room is silent.
“My good sirs,” he pauses and surveys the room. Before continuing he gives a slight nod to one corner of the room. “And beautiful ladies, I bid you good day and news of a new discovery deep in Ghorl Nigral.”
A few of the patrons turn back to their drink, apparently not interested in what the little man has to say. He ignores them and unfazed, continues.
“His lordship, Master Dundarbury, proprietor of the Seven Black Sails has laid an approved stake upon a newly discovered claim one and a quarter turns down. His lordship is currently seeking brave and curious souls, men of valor and arms, to enter this claim and retrieve any valuables within. Shares are currently set to forty percent of the combined take on the claim. Those interested can see me immediately following this announcement.”
He pauses a moment and looks about the room as if expecting someone to speak up. When no one does, he says “And to you a good ‘morrow.” A coin magically appears in his hands and he tosses the square coin through the air to the barkeep, adds a slight nod, and steps down to the floor. You swear he had just been holding a scroll but now cannot for the life of you recall what happened to it or where it might have gone.
He then takes a seat at an empty table and begins sipping the ale that has been waiting for him.
Notes on the image- You are all in the front room, the common 'pub' area, many people are standing around rather than sitting. The back area behind the curtain is a more private area for people wanting to be discreet.The little fellow went to sit at the table in the corner.
You however, have just made it into the city from where ever you came from. And for whatever reasons you may have, you have made your way to a tavern named The Split Goose. You have been inside just long enough to get a good strong drink to wet your dry throat when the front door bangs open. The entire room goes silent and heads turn.
A rather gaudily dressed halfling strolls across the room, his confident swagger would be laughable if even you did not get the impression this guy could kick some serious ass. If he cannot, he sure is a great actor.
He steps to the bar and on cue the bartender slides a box from behind the bar just before the little fellow reaches it. He hops up and soon is standing atop the bar. The entire room has sat quietly and watched him cross the room.
He turns to face the room and with an extravagant gesture produces a large scroll. A moment ago he had nothing in his hands, surprised face look to and fro in shock, wowed by whatever magic this little man wields.
He clears his throat. Still the room is silent.
“My good sirs,” he pauses and surveys the room. Before continuing he gives a slight nod to one corner of the room. “And beautiful ladies, I bid you good day and news of a new discovery deep in Ghorl Nigral.”
A few of the patrons turn back to their drink, apparently not interested in what the little man has to say. He ignores them and unfazed, continues.
“His lordship, Master Dundarbury, proprietor of the Seven Black Sails has laid an approved stake upon a newly discovered claim one and a quarter turns down. His lordship is currently seeking brave and curious souls, men of valor and arms, to enter this claim and retrieve any valuables within. Shares are currently set to forty percent of the combined take on the claim. Those interested can see me immediately following this announcement.”
He pauses a moment and looks about the room as if expecting someone to speak up. When no one does, he says “And to you a good ‘morrow.” A coin magically appears in his hands and he tosses the square coin through the air to the barkeep, adds a slight nod, and steps down to the floor. You swear he had just been holding a scroll but now cannot for the life of you recall what happened to it or where it might have gone.
He then takes a seat at an empty table and begins sipping the ale that has been waiting for him.
Notes on the image- You are all in the front room, the common 'pub' area, many people are standing around rather than sitting. The back area behind the curtain is a more private area for people wanting to be discreet.The little fellow went to sit at the table in the corner.