Post by James Lazael Deepwinter on Dec 24, 2021 19:50:36 GMT -5
How the shop had survived being turned into a makeshift barge was nothing short of an insane story of the most slapdash patch job made reality. James sighed as he climbed the ladder that lead to the porch and front door which was now the second story. Could he have made a door into the basement workshop? Probably, but that would require unweaving the remaining wards and replacing them with even flimsier countermeasures.
Once standing near the edge of a bustling city, looming over the beach was a building that was once a tavern of some repute before the owner disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The building was claimed by the banks and sat uninhabited for quite a while before it was quietly purchased by a minor noble.
The iron bars on the windows were now a bit rusty and paint was in dire need of a fresh coat or three. The oak door and frame are reinforced with iron bands and secured with a masterwork lock.
Unlocking the door he swung it open to reveal the surprisingly almost untouched interior of the tavern still quite nice and well kept, with richly colored cherry wood flooring and wall panels. Off to the side stands a large stone hearth, and hanging above it is a large shield painted with a family crest of a wolf howling at an eclipsed moon. Spaced around the room are oak support pillars engraved with scenes from stories of the old world and battles of yore.
The main room had been refurbished, the few remaining original tables and chairs have been interspersed with replacements. While the upper floors are accessible by twin spiral staircases winding around two of the engraved pillars the basement is only accessible by a locked trapdoor behind the bar.
The upper floors once housed 18 separate rooms but has since been converted, groups of four rooms connected into four suites and the last two into bathing areas.
At the back of the room stands a brightly polished mahogany countertop set above recently restored and beautifully painted panels. Past the counter is a door that leads to what once was the staff room, which has been converted into a maintenance room, and the kitchen.
Unlocking the door he swung it open to reveal the surprisingly almost untouched interior of the tavern still quite nice and well kept, with richly colored cherry wood flooring and wall panels. Off to the side stands a large stone hearth, and hanging above it is a large shield painted with a family crest of a wolf howling at an eclipsed moon. Spaced around the room are oak support pillars engraved with scenes from stories of the old world and battles of yore.
The main room had been refurbished, the few remaining original tables and chairs have been interspersed with replacements. While the upper floors are accessible by twin spiral staircases winding around two of the engraved pillars the basement is only accessible by a locked trapdoor behind the bar.
The upper floors once housed 18 separate rooms but has since been converted, groups of four rooms connected into four suites and the last two into bathing areas.
At the back of the room stands a brightly polished mahogany countertop set above recently restored and beautifully painted panels. Past the counter is a door that leads to what once was the staff room, which has been converted into a maintenance room, and the kitchen.