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Leringard Arms Inn and Tavern / Stealth Restocking
« on: April 29, 2012, 11:13:24 am »
Visiting the Leringard Inn to flirt - harmlessly! - with Lily and scout out a time for a future LAndrew show, Andrew carts with him a selection of Sebair's latest offerings, having filled the Buckle with his Xeenite brewer's steadily increasing talents.  He includes a number of bottles of Sebair's Black Knight.

Steel is out and the inn is quiet at just before noon.  Bored...a very dangerous thing for a bard to be...he strolls into the kitchen as if he belongs there and pokes around, checking stock and inventory, tsking or nodding as he opens the drawers and cabinet doors.  A wicked little smile quirks when he finds some special recipe cards stuffed behind empty bottles on a shelf and he takes note of the contents before putting them carefully, precisely back.

Being as he is there and bored, he shuffles inventory around and stocks the front bar from what is ready in the back.  Sebair happens in during this time and a conversation on crazy elven women ensues, one that lifts the bard's spirits.  Inserting one's self into a discussion of men between Calylith and Zari?  Oh, Sebair, my friend.  He has to mention that Zari LIKES him and still fireballs him if he doesn't move fast enough.  Well, the redhead is young.  He'll learn.  Or die trying.

It is not without a grin that he sets Sebair loose in the Arms kitchen to make wine and Blue Sword Swill, both sadly represented in Steel's liquor cabinets right now, and not without a bigger grin that he flippantly says before leaving; "If a seven-foot-tall blue-skinned man with red hair and horns comes in and asks what the hells you are doing in his kitchen, blame me- I'm leaving in a few minutes anyway".

Sometimes, it's just plain fun to be him.
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The Silver Buckle / Private Notices To a Certain Few
« on: April 13, 2012, 03:52:58 pm »
[SIZE=16]...a sheaf of engraved invitations are privately sent to certain individuals about a high-stakes gambling night to take place after business hours in the gambling room of the Silver Buckle, the game to be Crown and Anchor, minimum bets of five hundred True per game.  The invitation notes that any winnings by the House will be used for famine investigation and feeding the people of Mariner's Hold.[/SIZE][/FONT]



//if your character is available after nine or ten pm Eastern on a Thursday or Sat., has the means to join, and you can commit to showing, please pm me your times and I will pm the game rules.  I need a minimum of four players plus myself to run this.
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Just for Fun / Relaxation by Dalek
« on: April 04, 2012, 02:39:37 pm »
A meditation tape for the rest of us...
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Rumour Has It / The Angels Guild Food Tents
« on: April 01, 2012, 03:59:27 pm »
To address famine in their home city and elsewhere, the Angels Guild of Port Hempstead has placed food distribution tents in Port Hempstead, Port Hempstead Fields inside their shop, Center, Krandor, and Hlint.

Locals have been hired to assist and food is being distributed until the source of the famine is discovered.  No one hungry is turned away.




//represented as stocked chests in said locations
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General Discussion / Happy Birthday Xiao
« on: March 28, 2012, 01:26:27 pm »
We miss us some Gala...happy bday!
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Trade and Market Hall / The Silver Buckle is Purchasing
« on: March 24, 2012, 10:20:39 am »
Healthy grains; rice (several boxes at least, 1000 a box), wheat (1000 a box), wheat flour (3000 a box), corn (1000 a box), and corn meal (3000 a box).

Soils from areas not touched by famine sought by the box as well.  Hiring horticulturalists for some research, apply in person at the Silver Buckle with references.




//as these are easy to get, would prefer to pay our lower level/less affluent players for this.
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The Silver Buckle / Silver Buckle Food Kitchen for Mariner's Hold
« on: March 24, 2012, 09:57:41 am »
While proper city permitting is sought, tables are lined up along the the fence inside the Silver Buckle.  Stores are emptied and cooking goes on continuously.  Simple foods are set out daily; roasted, salted meats, meat and fruit pies, large amounts of rice and soup, breads.  The hungry of Mariner's Hold are welcomed to come and eat.  Andrew hires a few local Kuhl-Hilm war veterans to keep orderly lines and serve and puts Edward in charge of them, bumping the man's pay with the extra work and duties involved.  With an increasing number of mouths to feed, Andrew looks to hire extra kitchen help as well.

Unsure of the extent of the famine's reach inside the city, he also contracts for a few greenhouses for some experiments.

The kitchen is open during the hours the tavern is open.



//Food is located in a chest inside the inn for the hungry of Mariner's Hold.
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The Silver Buckle / Changes at the Silver Buckle
« on: March 08, 2012, 11:25:44 am »
Upon Elly's quiet return to the Silver Buckle from her latest venture to Mistone, all the keys and locks in the tavern and Resident's Hall - as well as all the chests and bookshelves, dressers and other lockable items - are changed.  Once again dwarves are seen bringing in and taking out furniture and trusted contractors are changing locks and adding new ones, with separate keys.  Andrew and Paddy spend nearly a day in the basement with the door locked and only Jetta and Elly allowed down.

The owner appears deeply upset and has been speaking to all his residents, guests and employees about keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.  Dark elves are expressly forbidden to set foot on the property let alone the Inn under pain of immediate death, Az'attan or not.  There are two, and only two, exceptions to this rule: Alantha and Ty'llian.

Additional security is being hired.
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The Silver Buckle / Silver Buckle Clinic Open to Public
« on: March 02, 2012, 11:33:35 pm »
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The Silver Buckle / A Flyer Goes Up
« on: February 29, 2012, 10:03:04 pm »
[SIZE=16]On this middle* day of Mar
Who watches behind silken mask?
As friends gather round the bar
What knife waits behind the cask?

Who killed the owner of this Inn?
Who will find the final clue?
Webs of intrigue round us spin
Who will find out?  Will it be...you?[/SIZE]
[/I]
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Ides of Mar - A Silver Buckle Event

Twenty-One Mar at seven-thirty in the evening.

Masquerade dress expected.  Magician being sought to shape you into your wildest dreams...and there will be a mystery to solve.[/I][/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]




[SIZE=10]
*Yes, I know the Ides of March is the fifteenth, a critical person cannot make that day.  Just pretend, darn it![/SIZE]

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General Discussion / Alatriel...
« on: February 26, 2012, 08:45:06 am »
Disapproving Rabbit would normally Disapprove of Birthdays.




In your case, he'll make an exception.  Happy Birthday!
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The Silver Buckle / A Giant Guest
« on: January 20, 2012, 11:29:32 pm »
The bard's first thought was - stars and bloody song, I'm feeling short here.  It was not a thought he had often.  Having to tilt his head back to see the face of the man who just stomped into his tavern made him think of the missing Gurn, and of his long months under the desert of Sedera.
 
His second thought - that is one ugly man.  Well, it figured, mixing those bloods never did seem to work out all that well for the features.  Drab clothing strained to contain a body that only seemed proportional in the barn-like space of the Buckle concert hall.  The head of an axe, wider than most people's waists, was visible on the man's back and the hilt of another weapon jutted from the overly muscled right side.

 
"Welcome to the Silver Buckle, what can I get you?"  Friendly seemed like the way to go.  He was sorely tempted to say "if you're collecting money for someone, I'm not in arrears", but he didn't want to tempt fate - and he was not entirely sure the man would grasp his jest. The huge man looked down, expressionless in a way that indicated highly focused thought or the almost total lack of it.  The bard waited for speech; the giant instead pantomimed bringing a cup to his lips.  Eloquence without effort.  "Of course!  The bar is this way."

Silence rippled one or two tables ahead, their passing leaving a wake of stunned non-sound.  He was his usual self except for straining his already lengthy stride to keep a lead on the big man.  Just another customer, folks.  A solitary dwarf stood, slammed his mug onto his table, scattered some coins without looking, and headed for the door with a scowl.  Well, at least he'd paid.

Both long tables in the bar were occupied with a group of rowdy dockworkers, at least one of which probably had some giant blood.  The newcomer didn't make eye contact and made no hostile moves, instead looking with a hint of dismay at the human-sized bar stools.  The bard walked around to serve, giving Michael the opportunity to slip away and keep an eye on things; the giant man looked over each stool and chose the center of the three on the inside of the bar.  This put his back to the two tables of men.  He didn't seem to care.

If the man's size and obvious strength were enough to make most people quake a little, the way he carefully - almost gingerly - set himself down onto that stool was the stuff of pure comedy.  Oak creaked as the massive bum perched upon the circle wood as if it were a decorative glass plate, and then the big man froze from the waist down.  The bard felt an ache in his ribs from holding in a laugh but the pain was a tiny foreshadowing of what he'd likely feel if he did let the guffaw out and so he held it, biting the inside of his mouth instead.
 "What's your pleasure?"

The man brought yet another imaginary cup to his lips then flexed a trunk-like bicep and pointed to it.  "Something strong then?"  A nod.  "Very good, let's see..."  He headed to the liquor cabinet and saw a hefty stack of True filling a hole where two mini kegs of Dwarf's-Head Ale had been.  The coins held down a blood-red note.


Aye Andy, Oi left ye 1300 trues for some beer n salmon, tanks Griff

On the same piece of paper just below:

Aye came back for 3 pear juice n left ye nuter 1000 coins.



He grinned.  It wasn't often he did more than break even, he'd have to thank the dwarf the next time he saw him.

So.  Something strong...he wasn't sure the tolerance so he pulled first a Black Knight Malt from a keg that he'd gotten a lot of woozy compliments on.  Sliding the bottle across the bar, he watched.

The giant opened a much-worn coin satchel and dumped a pile of different coins, many of them bloodstained, onto the bar top.  He didn't count them.  The bard waved a dismissive hand.
"First one's free - no coin necessary."  The big man didn't move to take the coin away and lifted the bottle in one meaty paw with a suddenly appraising look.  He uncorked it, sniffed, for all the world looking like an over-sized version of the wine and spirit snobs at the "tasting club" near the city's government district.  An impression that lasted until the man's first upended gulp.

The bottle was set down and the man swallowed, belched, smacked his lips, and frowned briefly.  He finished it on the second swallow, pushed the glass container back to the bard, and flexed the massive bicep once more with a pointed stare.


"Not strong enough...alright then."  He felt a little like an alchemist in an apothecary as he turned to rummage through the bottles and kegs that filled the bar shelves.  "Aha...here we are."  A larger bottle with a dull grey liquid within, and heavy at that.  The giant man's eyebrows rose a hair and he seemed to recognize the brew.  Another uncorking, another sniff, and another sloppy guzzle; this time he finished the bottle before scooping up another completely random handful of coins and dumping them on the bar.  His face seemed on the verge of approval...then he set the bottle closer to Andrew, grunted, and flexed.

Right.

Griff may have drank his primary cabinet dry of the Buckle's strongest ale, but he always had a backup.  He held up a finger.
 "I have to check my second bar, I'll be right back."  A quick song and he ran at the speed of sound to the far bar, behind the fireplace relaxation area.  Bottles and mugs were shifted aside...where is it, I know I have some...and back, looming behind an open Cherry River Lambic and two dusty bottles of Green Forest Draft, was what he sought.  He pulled the mini keg out with a fierce, almost competitive grin and dashed back to the main bar.

Let's see how you handle this, big guy.

Around the bar, slapping the keg onto the counter; by now the dockworkers had noticed the drinking and were placing a few bets, the nominal value of which rose considerably when the keg hit the wood.  The bard wiped clean the cover and tapped it with a swift slam of a mallet kept under the bar counter for just this sort of thing.  Tossing the mallet back, he scanned the glassware - there.  The mug he pulled from under the counter was either made for giant kin, dwarven drinking contests, or for surefire alcohol poisoning in any other race.  The bucket-sized glass was at least three quarters of an inch thick.  He strained himself lifting it one-handed.

The giant man's full attention was on the keg and mug.  The bard hauled up the mini keg and rested it on the mug's edge, trying not to grunt with the effort, and let the foamy, deep gold liquid pour in like frothy vengeance.  Mug full, he set the keg aside, grinned wide, and pushed the full glass to his customer.  He used both hands.

Another hasty dump of coin in another random amount - the big man lifted the mug almost reverently, inhaled, and looked not only pleased but anticipatory.  The bard leaned on the edge of the bar and waited.  Billy stopped playing; the dockworkers watched.

Only a slight hesitation and the first mighty gulp was taken, the draft vanishing like water off a beach before a tsunami.  Not quite half the mug, a heroic effort - the big man set it down with some care, and smiled for the first time.  The bard smiled as well.  A nod from his patron who chanced rising from the stool to...to...well, whatever he'd meant to do, it was lost as the unleashed power of Dwarf's Head Draft roared through his blood.  

In slow motion - one knee sliding in, then the other - the giant landed on the stool in a shrieking protest of wood, unable to keep his feet.  The bard grinned and leaned on the bar, humming.  There was a sudden flurry of whispers from the tables.

The giant man gave the bard a single nod, then stared at the mug of draft.  He lifted it again, sucked in a breath, and slammed it back, not dropping it down until nothing remained but tendrils of foam.  There were a few muted cheers as he put both hands on the bar and yanked himself off the stool - sliding down to one knee almost immediately and landing flat on his rear with a burp.

Money changed hands.  The man hauled himself ever so slowly up and pointed to the mug again as he wobbled back onto the stool.

Ooookay.

The bard took a nearly empty bottle of Silver Buckle gin, his house specialty, and emptied into an oversized shotglass.  He tapped the keg into the mug, and in full view of the big man, tipped the generous shot in as well.  The next round of bets swept the room as the giant pulled the mug toward him with exaggerated care, lifting it with both hands this time.  He gulped - again, not quite half - and set it down, blinking.

Nothing happened for a few seconds and the other patrons whooped or groaned depending on their bet - then, with comedic grace, the giant slipped from his now splayed stool and thumped flat to the floor.  Leaning over to look, the bard continued to hum.

The giant lay there for a good two minutes.  He rolled to his side and sat up with both hands on the curled edge of the bar, legs wobbling, but with a heave and a grunt he pulled himself back up into his seat, then out of it, drifting left right and center as he overcorrected for the now-spinning room.  The glass winked tauntingly under the magical light of the statues capping the edges of the bar and the giant man glared at it.  Pulled the mug closer with slow-reacting hands.  Grunted in an almost adversarial way, pounded the bar top once with his closed fist - determination, not aggression - and lifted the mug.  The dockworkers went crazy, chanting and whooping, with "chug! chug" echoing off the rafters.  Even the bard held his breath, wishing he could place a bet of his own - the mug tipped, Dwarf's Head Draft filling the huge mouth - stevedores and cargo haulers turned, watching, the anticipation in the room a vibrant hum in the bard's heart, the mug was returning to the counter empty -

The big guy was going down even as glass hit wood.  Two slow wobbles, his cant too far north, the temptation to yell TIMBER was almost overwhelming...men scrambled out of the way as the he came down flat on his back, leaving a number of dents in the floor courtesy of his back-slung weapons.  The bard allowed himself a grin - that's one for the Buckle, friend - until a sweet elven voice cut through his victory as a petite elf in white knelt to check the giant man's health, throwing a glare at her husband.


"Andrew!  You weren't encouraging him, were you?"  

Uhoh...


[SIZE=10]//Apologies for any inconsistencies as I don't have a log and huge thanks to Dubbel, Elly, and Lyle for last night.  Chug![/SIZE]

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Roleplaying / A new year's thanks
« on: January 09, 2012, 05:12:46 pm »
...to all the folks filling up the calendar with things from char development to impromptus and quests.  Nice to see options!  Guess I'd better do my share with another Buckle event...
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General Discussion / Happy Birthday you de bas...tion of evil
« on: January 04, 2012, 03:15:49 pm »
HB Dremora
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General Discussion / Misted Village - Tues
« on: December 27, 2011, 01:13:13 pm »
Ty would like to gather up some folks and travel to the place in Boyer his father has told so many stories about (over, and over, and over...) - Misted Village.

Start about eightish, whomever we can collect up for a good romp.
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General Discussion / Early Merry Christmas
« on: December 21, 2011, 02:46:01 pm »
Traveling out of town this year, will be back next Monday; to all who I will miss in game and out, Merry Christmas and may your holidays be full of friends, family, laughter, fruitcake, and rum-besotted eggnog.

Happy holidays all!

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...and not just because I kind of have to say that...happy bday man!
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The Silver Buckle / Presenting: A Night of Duets
« on: November 08, 2011, 09:29:18 pm »
[SIZE=16]The Silver Buckle Presents:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=24]
A Night of Duets
[/SIZE]
[/FONT]

Featuring:

Andrew Reid

Gel'larian Windsbreath

Lana Poetr

and

Melody Widgeweaver


The evening of Mulnari, Apreal 16, 1490, starting at eight o'clock in the evening, on the Silver Buckle stage.
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General Discussion / A Very Special Birthday
« on: November 08, 2011, 10:52:33 am »
[SIZE=48]Happy Birthday Minuet!!  [/SIZE]

Hope the quakes stop enough so you can enjoy some cake!
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Leringard Arms Inn and Tavern / Flyer Posted by Some Guy in a Red Coat
« on: September 26, 2011, 02:33:19 pm »
[SIZE=16]Storytelling - at the Leringard Arms![/SIZE]

Come tell your best story or anecdote of heroes, old and new; finest moments, most boneheaded moments, most amusing moments.  No contests, no prizes, no competition.  Just entertainment and comradery and all of (Steel's) booze you can drink.  

Newer adventurers may wish to come and learn what kind of immortality is in store for them...*smiles*.
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