tavern

“Love is not to be purchased, and affection has no price.” -St. Jerome The Prancing Bull was not exactly what you called your..."touristy" taverns....or rather, the tavern didn't see many people outside from outside of Strojland. No, the tavern seemed to cater more to locals...tucked in the...

The Merchant District of Elbion was known to be the nexus of trade across the known world, playing host to permanent shops of all descriptions. Everything from the cheapest piece of scrap to the most expensive cut of the finest gemstone, from the commonplace to the wholly esoteric, could be...

There's no escaping them. It's where 95% of all characters meet up before shenanigans ensue. That's right. The humble setting of an inn or tavern. They're prolific! I thought it'd be fun if we compiled some of the names and locations of these scattered taverns and inns across Arethil. I think...

The first to notice the Dread Captain's coming were the dead - their eternal rest disturbed, a greater calling beckoned them to serve a much stronger will, the will of Captain Méchanteau! They rose from their graves and ancestral burial places accompanied by all manner of vermin, they too...

"Remember laddies, you know where to find me if I'm needed. Stay out of trouble, I would love to not hear from the city's law... On that note if I fall into trouble, I expect you all to pay the jailers and free me!" Gavin yelled to his crew and was rewarded with a roar of laughter. "Spend your...

Briglann Jaros was sure he was usually far more careful than this. It wasn't like him to miss an arranged drop-off because he'd somehow lost the item he was supposed to be selling. It was a little wooden box, charming and hand-carved, wrapped in a cloth and all ready for drop-off early tomorrow...

The sky was clear and blue, stretching all the way to the choppy horizon that was the sea. The air smelled of salt and slightly of sewage, but the latter was easily ignored. Several ships had made port today, and shouts from the crew unloading goods were called over the crash of the waves...

Evening settled on the City of Alliria. Magic lamps and burning torches lit the calm roadways of the Outer City. At this hour, merchant stalls sat empty and without anyone in attendance. Ladies of leisure called to men walking down a crimson hued street. Near this street, chattering leaked from...