The Drunken Ettin Inn and Tavern

[Kail Braegoren]

Greetings and welcome to the Drunken Ettin.

My name is Kail Braegoren and I am the Innkeep and Tavernmaster of this fine establishment.  I open my doors to thee and offer a warm bed, fine spirits and wines, a hearty meal, good entertainment, and above all, friendship.  And if you catch me in a good mood, which isn't hard to do, maybe I'll tell you a story.

The Drunken Ettin is a name I've always liked. The story comes from an Ettin who managed to break open and consume 2 casks of wine from my neighbor's vineyard. He was stumbling about for quite some time and he made noises like a cow in heat! I never saw what happened to him, but my neighbor Salus swears that the Ettin stumbled its way off of a cliff.

The incident sparked a great friendship between Salus and me, and the very wine we serve in the tavern is from Salus's fields.  I've put a lot of heart and soul into this little building and I hope to to spark more friendships as days go by.

So come in and stay a while--you are always welcome.  And on my honor, as a former Lionguard, if you share a story, drinks are on me.

[Kail Braegoren]

Kail walks up to the bar and sets down a hefty book on the counter.  Beside the book he sets a quill and small jar of ink.  Tearing out the first page of the book entitled Recepies he writes the following at the top of the page:

Drunken Ettin Menu: A work in progress

A woman walks in as he is scribing on the page.  Kail doesn't notice her at first as his back is turned to her.

"What is that you're writing there Kail?" She asks in a small voice.

Somewhat startled, Kail turns and greets the Lady Phoebe.

"Ah, Lady Mysdale.  How good of you to come.  I am opening the doors to the Drunken Ettin as we speak.  All I have left is to hang the sign and write out this menu."

"What have you got so far Kail?" Phoebe asked, intrigued.  Handing her the page Kail replies,

"Well, we have Salus's Red Wine, Salus's Wine and three kinds of Ale."

"No food?"

"Not much at the moment, no.  I'm in desparate need of a cook.  And that is what this here is for." Kail said as he layed his heavy hand down on the book."

"What is that?"

"This is our cookbook. At the moment it is blank, but I have several friends in Lion's Arch, so I can have shipped any kind of foods that the Order fancies.  If you have any preference, just jot it down in this book and we'll work on getting it on the menu.  I'm also working on getting a trade agreement to ship goods from Cantha."

"Thank you for your kindness, Kail.  I can see that with this much attention to detail, the Inn will be a welcome place indeed."

"That is the play m'lady."

Taking the quill and dipping it into the ink, Phoebe opens the first page of the giant blank book and writes in beautiful script a couple recepies.

Kail smiles and steps behind the counter, pulls a glass from under the bar and sets it in front of Phoebe.

"Can I interest you in a glass of wine m'lady, or perhaps some ale?"[/url][/b][/i]

[Lady Mysdale]

"Oh that would be lovely, I love a good wine. I'll have a glass of Salus's Wine please. And how much will that be?" She pulls a few copper pieces from her purse and lies it on the counter.

Lady Phoebe sits down on a barstool and soaks in the beauty of the tavern.

[Kail Braegoren]

Kail is taken aback for a moment.

"You know, that is something I hadn't put that much thought into--prices. I'll tell you what. You tell me a story and, on my honor as a former Lionguard, your drinks are free for the day."

[Lady Mysdale]

A story, well hum I have plenty of them ::chuckles lightly:: Let's see..

Well how about a story of my past. I am one of three girls, me being the youngest. It is amazing what three sisters can do. I was the trouble maker when I was younger. We grew up in Regent Valley far south of Ascalon. There were few visitors there so when we had them it was quite a treat. I was mid spring and I was about 10 years old.

::stops for a moment and sips the wine with a smile of the memory on her lips::

My grandmother raised us and we had many family members all about the world so once in awhile one came around. This older wizard happened to be the visitor this spring. His name was Richard, a simple name for an amusing man. He was a fire elementalist you see. He had always longed for a family so he doted on the children of the Mysdale clan. He came bearing wonderful gifts. For Velda it was a flute, Lorna the most glamorous dress and me a doll. These gifts were all from a far off place he had recently returned from called Cantha. He had been out that way for some reason or another, not one that I really recall.

So anyway that night at dinner it was a feast of stories from this far off land and the family we had there. Amazingly enough there were cousins of ours there whom were our same age. There was a story of this one cousin, Myra, which I've always recalled. Myra was a student at a small but eloquent school. They taught girls how to behave properly, a refining school. Oh how I laughed at the thought of anyone telling me how to behave. My grandmother more than once referred to this school and how I should be sent somewhere equal to repair my social skills. Well Myra I guess was of the same mind as I at being taught what to say and what to do and especially what to wear. Being an only child of my father’s sister I guess she had been afforded every luxury and was quite a tomboy. There was a special ceremony in order to announce the area of magic one would be allowed to be taught. Myra’s parents, Junya and Samson, were anticipating this ceremony for month’s even years. Richard had come to be in attendance. The school was beautiful decorated with paper lanterns and flowers of every color. There were only 10 students this year to be accepted into a magic program. The announced each one and brought them to the stage. Each student was asked a series of questions; first their names and ages. Then what they enjoyed as far as hobbies as well as what they felt they were very good at doing. The answers were various, painting, boating, fishing, even joke telling. When it came Myra’s turn her lips upturned into quite a mischievous grin, her eyes shone of a secret she was about to reveal.

She quickly said “I shall show you”, turned around shuffled off behind a curtain. She then reappeared carrying a large basin. She walked forward slowly and then came to the front of the stage and laid the basin down gently. She sat down with her legs crossed closed her eyes and raised her hands slightly. The basin began to glow and then water arose from within it. A beautiful sight was laid before the audience of family members. The water became shapes of children dancing. The danced an entire routine for them it was an amazing site for someone so young and unskilled. It had everyone laughing and clapping. The family was so proud for they had no idea the extent of her abilities until this very moment. When the routine was over the water children turned and bowed to the audience and there was a lovely splash as the water fell back into the basin. Myra stood and returned to the other students as everyone clapped.

That night Richard told us girls that we all have special gifts that we must find and then refine. He asked us if we’d like to see one of his gifts and cheer of yes filled the house. He brought us to the front of the house and pointed our gaze to the night’s sky. As we watched a display of fireworks emerged. Hearts, butterflies, flowers and much much more illuminated the night’s sky. It was like a dream and so much more beautiful. Richard was always asked to show his display when he visited us and one summer Myra even accompanied him and it was such a treat to meet someone I longed to know. It was this night that has encouraged me all through my years to go into the art of the elements. Unlike Myra I have yet to truly harness the water element, though the earth is just as fun.

Phoebe finished her tale and smiled. Returned to her wine with such a smile her thoughts wondering where Myra might be..

[Freya Firestorme]

The tall red head walked into the tavern just in time to see nearly everyone clapping and staring at the woman at the bar.  She never frequented the area often, and perhaps this was why.  Slowly making her way to the bar, Freya smiled to those she passed, and to the woman that had been the cause of the uproar.

"Hail," she said politely to the woman and the man behind the bar, hoping to herself that it was alright.

Never truly having been in the type of situation that requires you to order from a menu, Freya simply sat on the stool, her eyes wandering around the room.  Signs for bedding...in the same place where you could buy alcohol?  The idea seemed odd to her but she was rather sheltered, and lately spent more time outdoors than around civilized human beings (though those were hard enough to find as it was).

[Kail Braegoren]

"Greetings M'Lady" Kail spoke in a welcoming tone in response to the fire-haired woman's greeting as he refilled Phoebe's wine glass.

"My name is Kail and I'm the Tavernmaster of this establishment.  I can't help but notice that you seem a bit uneasy.  Is there something I can do to remedy that?  Some food, a glass of wine perhaps or a place to rest your head?"

[Lady Mysdale]

Phoebe turns still smiling at her memories to see the red head who was talking with Kail.

"Greetings milady, we've not met but you are Freya are you not?"

 Freya replies "Yes ma'am"

"Well it is good to meet you I've been hearing all about. We are so glad to have you on our island. Would you like a wine or ale?"

[Garion Artrel]

coiming apon an building " well aldur this mut be the place I see the sign isn't hung but this is the place according to the direction Lita gave us" stroking the mighty Pheonix behind its horn " wait here and I'll check it out" Garion says as he Fastens his Guild cape and heads toward the inn opening the seeing several people gathering at the bar " hail have i found the gathering place of the order of Bahamut I come from the Camelot Crusaders to celebrate the opening of your new Inn"

[Freya Firestorme]

"Wine would be lovely, thank you," she said, perking up slightly.  She generally wasn't very timid or reserved unless put in an awkward position.  This certainly was not one of them.  "Thank you, sir," she said, nodding to the man behind the bar, "I have not been here long but it is easily one of the more beautiful places I have seen on my travels," she offers, taking her glass of wine and giving it a soft smell before tasting it.

[Lady Mysdale]

"Well greetings friend. We are so glad to have others join us for the opening of the inn. Please come in and have something to drink."

Phoebe leads the stranger from Camelot Crusaders to the bar and insists that he order anything that he like. Once a new round was in their glasses she turned and said "Oh my I've forgotten my manners. I'm Phoebe Mysdale. I am very glad you made it here to our new home. Please let me introduce everyone else here. This is Freya Firestorme, quite the lass this one. I was just telling her that the drinks have been offered to be free today if you merely share a story with us."

[Freya Firestorme]

"It is a pleasure to meet you Garion, please, call me Freya," she says, sipping her wine slowly.  As her eyes search Garion's face, she pulls some money out of her bag and sets it on the counter.  "I'm afriad I haven't any truly worthwhile stories to tell at the moment," she says, trying to smile.  Knowing Phoebe, she looks to her with a pleading expression on her face.  The last thing she wanted to do was to tell everyone the stories that she had recently been telling people.  It was harder for her than most people thought, especially with her most recent encounter with the Mursaat in the Southern Shiverpeaks.  Just thinking of the encounter made her reach for the band over her left arm, adjusting it slightly to make sure that no bandages were visible.

[Garion Artrel]

"Well met Pheobe and Freya (eyeing her bandage subtly) The pleasure is surly mine for many a great deeds have been spoken by my guild mates about the order. As for a drink I will have what the lovly Lady is drinking"  indicating Freya  "and allow me to pay for her drink with the first story. For that story mmm" :taps chin in thought: "got it although its not my proudest of moments" :rubs his neck: Myself and my best bud Da Top Warrior were traveling the crystal desert and newly Ascended entered Glints Lair.  along side several hired henchmen and did all the tasks presented to us when we were finally in the preasence of the mighty dragon I noticed that there were dragon eggs lying around and thought to myself a dragon would make a really nice pet as I am an expert pet raiser and love all the creatures of Malendru. So while Top was talking to glint I picked up one of the eggs which royally erked her off and she went ballistic on me.  So i did what every abled ranger would do I ran like a frightened school boy:laughs at hi self here: Top was furious at me taling about I'm hot headed and never think about what I do before I do it "you will be the death of me one day Garion" he shouts as he rushes glint with his sword. (if i had a dime for every time Top has saved my life....) meanwhile i'm dodging her fire balls and tail as best as I can with the help of our monks i was able to stay alive Barely It finally accures to me that hey maybe if I drop this Egg she won't be keying in on me. :chuckles: so I drop the egg and lay down a barrage of arrows that start to interupt Glints concentration to stop some of her Spells until she noticed I was there and made me run again (like I said not my proudest moment) and apon one of these forays in circles I ws doing Top Swung a mighty thrust that finally fell the great beast.  After giving Thanks to Baltazarr for the great battle I could not bring myself to take the egg from its home so I never got my pet dragon . eyeing his audiance wondering if they liked his story.  Takes a sip of his Wine taking in the subtle mix of flavors and aroma " This wine is very good"

[Lady Mysdale]

As Phoebe listens to the story a light chuckle comes from her. "You and Max I swear he has to touch everything everywhere we go." Once again chuckles "I guess boys will be boys eh?"

She picks her wine up and sips at it watching Freya from the corner of her eye she sees that she seems got up in the moment as well and has temporarily forgotten her arm. Wishing only to continue this ease for her friend she asks "Well as anyone else got a story for us?"

[Evelien_Ferder]

-a cloaked figure enters the Inn, just to remove the cloak revealing the long blue hair of the elementalist, she seems quite tired, or maybe worried, looking from one side to the other as she starts walking toward a sit away from the crowd-