Woodlander And Vermin Meet (2001)

Another ancient log from the old website that I found with the Wayback Machine.

This was originally logged by a player called Darkblade.

The Thorn and Shadow: Entrance

You are by the entrance to an average size tavern and inn. By the doorway, a wooden sign hangs with a picture of a thorn bush covered by a shadow. And isncription underneath it reads, not suprisingly, The Thorn and Shadow. A few windows peer out of the stone building. You hear sounds of beasts laughing, most likely drunk. This is a place for corsairs, and anygoodbeasts entering bests be wary.

Exits: [E]ast [F]ront [S]treet, [E]nter

Contents: A (Recruitment Poster) for any looking for jobs

The (Rules) of the Inn

A (Notice) to all patrons

You enter the common room of the tavern.

The Thorn and Shadow

The common room of The Thorn and Shadow is a large room taking up almost all the first floor. One wall is dedicated to the bar while another corner is left open for entertainers and such. Round wooden tables with chairs beside them are pulled up around the room. Many of them look like they can be used for different gambeling games. A dark stairway leads up to the second floor while a door nearby looks like it might lead to the cellar.

Exits: [K]itchen, [S]tairs, [C]ellar, [E]ntrance

Contents:

A pair of (Dice) you can use to gamble with.

With: [DYN] Sand coloured fur hare. (Ryssa)

Ryssa's back is turned to the bar as he slowly hands over some coins to a bartender and takes his ale before moving through the room to a dark corner, his eyes looking to all the misfits around as a fight could happen at any time. Placing the mug onto the table he looks at a newcomer come into the room and stays in the shadows.

Darkblade pads in, glancing around the tavern and noting nothing amazing in in. He moves in a straight line to the bar, ordering a mug of ale and hands the barkeep a few coppers. Recieving the drink, the fox sits at table close to the bar, near the front of the tavern. Testing the ale, the fox winced slightly but does not complain. Leaning back in the chair, he keeps a weary eye on the other beasts and drinks the ale slowly. Wiping foam from his face, the fox takes out his short sword and tests the edge.

Ryssa keeps his eyes on the fox and the sword and returns to his drink, giving it a big hare gulp not minding the taste since he's had worse. His ears twitch about a bit and he keeps looking to the door now and again with other furs coming in as his paw moves to his own weapon but he relaxes again.

Darkblade sighs and re-sheaths the knife, it was dull again. Nothing he can do here, though. Idly flexing his right arm, the muscle bulging and jerk under his silky pelt, he picks up the almost full mug of ale and blows some foam off. Taking a long glup of the strong drink. Shaking his head, the fox winces as he gets a headache. Sighing again, the fox settles lower in the chair, paying little attention to what is going on around him.

Ryssa watches the fox with some interest now and finishes his ale in one go and gets back up again. Padding over to the bar, he orders another drink and waits his sharp claws tapping on the wooden bar impatiently and flips a few coins to the fur before picking up his mug and making his way not to his table but to where the fox is sitting. Not asking at all, he sits down and places the mug on the table. "Not wise to not pay attention in here. Accidents happen ya know?"

Darkblade gives a start, paw going quickly to his short sword. Sneering at the hare, he grows, "Yeah, to beast who bother me." Steely-grey eyes narrowing, the fox drinks some more of his ale, downing almost all of it without taking his eyes of Ryssa. Putting the mug back down a bit to hard on the table, the fox sits up in the chair, trying not to waver. He brings his head towards the hare, paw still on his sword. Quietly he says, "Why don't you leave before one of those 'accidents' happen to /you/."

Ryssa blinks and frowns back. "Quite frankly I don't think ya could do much in the state ya in right now, wot." He takes a sip of his ale and looks right at your eyes. "Besides I ain't come ta fight but thought I chat with someone and ya look like good company ta me."

Darkblade rolls his eyes, almost falling over. "Yah, woodie, I'm sure you do." Chugging the rest of his ale, he orders a new one and sits back down. "If you want to have this little piece o' company in yore gut..." He taps his sword, eyes vaguely focusing on Ryssa. Turning to pick up his mug and giving up a few more coppers, he mutters "Can't a beast get some privicy?" His voice is getting slured from the strong ale, but he drinks some more, almost falling out of his chair again. Giving no more complaints to have the hare as company, he asks, "Whadda want?!"

Ryssa grins and places his dagger into the table with a thud and looks back at the fox. "For one, I ain't no whimpering woody. Not anymore I ain't. Two, what I want will be known in due time." He picks up his ale and gulps it down. "Can't take the ale eh? Maybe ya should try water instead. So where ya come from?"

Darkblade totally missies the second to last sentence, luckily for the hare. He points vaguely and says, "North." Gluping down more ale the fox coughs a few times then takes some more. "Why...?" His voice is more slurred than ever, and his eyes don't seem to be focusing on anything but space somewhere beyond the hare. He is either drunk or doing a darn good act of it. Darkblade nods, as much sideways as up and down. With a kinda stupid look on his face, he slurs, "I work alone, don't really trust anyone...just can't..." He trails off and finishes his ale, only managing to get half of it into his mouth. Coughing again, the fox wipes some of the ale off and looks back to Ryssa. "Well, nice to meetcha woodie...Wot's yer name, anyway?"

Ryssa grins and shakes his head. "Now I won't mention that.... Not on the first meet anyway.. Gotta get ta know ya a bit better, wot. Ya see me around here for a while at least..."

Darkblade nods and half stands up before falling on the floor, much to the glee of some of the watchers-on. Pulling himself up he manages a "I'll seeya later, mate..." Before stumbling toward the door.

Ryssa nods and watches chuckling himself at the display and pondering on how long it be before someone picks his pockets....

Darkblade falls out the door and a 'thud' can be heard as well as a groan. Ah well.

THE END