From alt.pub.dragons-inn Mon Apr 17 18:15:02 1995 Xref: netcom.com alt.pub.dragons-inn:8337 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!Germany.EU.net!EU.net!uunet!dziuxsolim.rutgers.edu!er7.rutgers.edu!not-for-mail From: jimmoore@eden.rutgers.edu (James Moore) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: The Stumble Inn Date: 17 Apr 1995 12:21:06 -0400 Organization: Rutgers University Lines: 57 Distribution: world Message-ID: <3mu4hi$o8m@er7.rutgers.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: er7.rutgers.edu The Stumble Inn seemed to go up virtually overnight. It was truly a glorious place to behold. Reaching up over three floors, it was enormous. Trestle had to find an area big enough for the place. It could easily dwarf any other inn presently in the city and was big enough to be called its own city block. The walls were painted the color of rubies with gold trimming. The slightly slanted roof could not easily be accessed by the unacomplished climber. Trestle publicly surveyed the building of his Tavern. He passed out many flyers and posters of the large Grand Opening that was soon to occur. He invited all those that were of importance to the town to his Tavern to be his guests for the big event. His staff was already quite large and very exotic, and very unusual. But he still was trying to hire people as employees. He apparently needed more than he had. But no matter how much he was seen doing things on the inside, no one ever saw what occurred on the inside. The doors were always locked, the windows were at-present blackened. and there was some sort of magic on the entire building to keep people out. One night the town constablery found a badly injured thief lying moaning outside the front of the door to the place. He had apparently been so anxious to see the inside that when he attempted to break in the door, he was flung by some powerful shock halfway across the road. The poor fool had broken his arm as a result. Everyone in the city could see that there was indeed something strange about the place. Not even the birds would roust on the roof of the Inn. Trestle obviously had something big that he wanted to keep secret from unwanted eyes. Word quickly passed among the underground that there was something of great importance there, something of value. And many people could hear odd music playing there late at night. Several thieves from the local guild made bets with each other as to what was so important in there that he needed magic to keep everyone away. His staff was the only ones working on the place. They had no trouble going in or out at will. Some of the thieves tried to jump one of the bartenders one night to try to gain access to the bar, but they were unprepaired for the fight that awaited them. Word had it that the bartender had been jumped by three or four big burly guys and were thrown about like dolls. The men suffered many broken bones each at the hands of the great Rakshasa Bartender. And when the guild approached Trestle about paying the protection fees, he just laughed at them, right in their faces. He wasn't about to be bullied by the local guilds. He "was a simple businessman, just trying to earn an honest living." He did not need the "protection" of any guild. He was however very complient towards the Merchants' Guild. He got all of the neccessary permits he needed and paid for them in gold rather than silver. He struck deals with many of the merchants, his business for their patronage. And if he was ever cheated he would be very angry and would go to great lengths to tell them so if he was ever didpleased. It was very obvious that Trestle knew what he was doing. Word had it that he had another Bar back in the Realms that was even bigger than the one he was now busy building. He paid many people very hansomely for information and to help advertise the bar. He paid people to talk about it at great length as if they knew what was instore within. Trestle was even secretly through underground sources gathering information on all of the "known" people in the city. He wasn't stupid. Then came the time for the Stumble Inn to finally open... This will be continued only if people are willing to start a thread here and go into the Stumble Inn. --James Moore, the Storyteller.