Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Evening, the Black Bullhead Inn

Wednesday, May 14, 1650

When Jan brings you the inn he promised, it's dusk; but the Inn is bright and full of people, with a roaring fire going, and the unmistakable odor of roasted beef pouring out of the doorway. Before going in, you look up and see from the sign hanging outside the Inn that a Black Bullhead is a fish.

Emmanuel has taken the donkey around to the stable, letting you take your packs and equipment from the animal before it is taken away. Emmanuel will busy himself moving your goods to your room once you've obtained one ... in the meantime he brush the donkey and see that it's fed.

The night was growing a bit cool and a bit damp towards the end of the day's travel, probably because you've sweated through a hot day and the change is affecting you. The warm fire in the center of the room feels very good. The fire is under a chimney built on pillars, a rather marvelous construction, and you see forty people, at least, sitting in a circle on benches and drinking. Some are eating from plates in their laps. A story teller seems to be finishing a story; you hear maybe four sentences and the room explodes in laughter - you couldn't tell what the joke was.

At this point Jan is accosted by a huge woman, 6'3" at least and weighing as much as Delfig and Andrej put together. She hugs Jan, lifts him clear off the ground and kisses both his cheeks. This is Dietlinde, the owner of the Inn.
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18 comments:

Alexis said...

(OOC: For reasons I can't understand, I spent about a half hour reformating the picture of the fish I found on wikipedia so that it would look like a sign)

Andrej said...

(OOC: I understand perfectly)

I will make introductions along the lines of: "Madame innkeeper, I am Andrej the Missionary, a friend of the Friar's. It will be a pleasure to share in the company of your fine inn." Andrej desires a tall mug of beer and will go about the business of acquiring one, then find a spot to hunker down at that will accomodate us all, close enough to hear the storytelling.

Alexis said...

Dietlinde will ask you what you want, then ignores you and insist that as a friend of Jan, the Bullhead will buy Andrej an ale. She brings all three of the party a flagon, each one at least three pints in size; and sends someone out to give Emmanuel one as well, when Jan tells her your footman is out tending your donkey.

The storyteller sets out to tell another tale, this about a woman who has her lover sneak in while her husband is at work, and how when her husband returns, she passes off the lover as a man who has come to buy the bed ...

Andrej said...

Curiosity getting the better of him, Andrej ask Dietlinde as innocuously as he can manage how she came to know Friar Jan and how long they have been friends.

Alexis said...

"Now that," Dietlinde says, with a huge wink, "is a very personal tale between Foxer and me ... but I can tell you we've known each other for fifteen long, lonely years."

Andrej said...

"Foxer, eh? There's a tale to tell there fit for the storyteller, I'd wager" Amdrej smiles at the Friar, nudges his rib with an elbow if close by but otherwise drops the matter.

Delfig Kôlhupfer said...

Not wanting to interrupt or overtake another bard professional, I will sit and listen, although I'll leave my lute out, obvious that I am of musical nature. If he seems interested, I will be happy to supply background music and a bawdy song to supplement his tale of a woman and her bedroom antics.

I accept the pint of ale gratefully to Dietlinde with a smile and "Danke!" and hoist it up in a silent toast to Andrej, Jan and my other companions elsewhere.

I will keep my ears open to hear what is being talked about, if there's any common gripes, concerns or celebrations going on.

Alexis said...

There seems to be no unhappiness of any kind - it is near the end of the season for beer; in five or six weeks it will be too hot to brew and the existing beer will run out by mid to late July. So people are enjoying the drink now while they can still get it.

(OOC: it seems someone is always buying Delfig his beer)

Alexis said...

(OOC: I wanted to separate this note from the one above.

Delfig, I'm sure you remember this post about the bard. If you remember the table regarding artworks, you will take note that you are entitled at your level to create a 'crude' piece of art ... which is yet better than something a non-bard could produce. This artwork could be a song you write; the cost would be spending seven days on the work, plus the cost of your instrument, which has been already paid for.

Then, if someone were to ask you to play, you would have that specific piece, and I would roll the 4% against every person in the tavern to see if you "effected" some one with the work.

This effect might be to gain a patron to give you money, or to reward you with the kind of friend that Jan obviously has scattered throughout the region, or someone who might seek to join you as Emmanuel has joined Jan.

I beg you to consider it. I haven't got tables worked out for everything on those lines, but with experimentation, we could work out a system that would work fairly well)

Andrej said...

"Ahem. Delfig, I beleive the good people of the Black Bullhead Inn would like a song."

Delfig Kôlhupfer said...

(OOC - Alexis, you're in my head. That's where I was planning on going with the piece about Hornung and his bravery and his love. I was role playing it that I was plinking around with an idea, after we met Serafina, I was going to indeed devote those seven days to doing just that. I'm glad you remembered that as well, as it was always in the back of my head. Delfig wants to be a success at being a bard because he basically wants to go back to his family and say "See?!?! I told you I'd make something of myself!")

Delfig Kôlhupfer said...

As the beer is brought, I will nod, smile and tip the waitress a silver or two - whatever is considered appropriate for this type of establishment. (so I'm probably up to about 6 sp tipped now?)

I will continue to play in accompanyment (but not overtaking) the storyteller.

Alexis said...

The storyteller feels quite comfortable with Delfig's accompaniment, though he looks once unhappy when Delfig fails to identify the pace of the story (he is, after all, only first level); but no matter.

As far as tipping, as much as you like.

Let us move forward and assume the storyteller is finished now, has sat down and the gathering has broken into its individual parts.

(OOC: As a point, Delfig, you need not spend seven consecutive days ... there may be points on the journey when you can squeeze in a little creative work)

Andrej said...

"So Delfig... once we have seen to the matter of Serafina for Herr Hornung, what shall you do then?"

"For me, I've come to Bavaria seeking a friendly land for a Christian... a catholic. But I wonder if maybe I'm meant to travel on still. I would like someday to see the Holy Land, perhaps. Also, this business in Spain with the Protestants... it both confuses and exhilirates me. The thought of fighting for the church... I feel compelled to action, I am not a man of letters, but the proper action is not clear to me."

Delfig Kôlhupfer said...

(OOC - OK, cool. Then the previous day's travels and attempts at putting together a song about Hornung is part of that research, please.)

I apologize to the storyteller for having goofed and make it up with a beer for him. (Is the cost the same as in Dachau?)

At Andrej's questions and story: "My friend, that's a hard question to answer. When I came to Dachau, I was on a bad path - a life of sloth and crime, but the events and my place in them has made me reconsider that path. I think I'm in the same place as you are - wondering where to go. I go with Jan to seek out Serafina to balance out my debt to Hornung. After that... perhaps I'll let my music decide where I go?"

Andrej said...

Andrej nods and considers this quietly. (OOC: I'm ready to move it along if/ when you guys are.)

Alexis said...

Delfig, a pint of ale in Ulm is 4 s.p.

We'll pick up the next post the morning after ... I'll post it tomorrow.

Delfig Kôlhupfer said...

Are there any other travellers who might have some tales of the road or news?