Boar's Hat Tavern Novels & Stories

They made more small talk as they made their way to the stalwart bar that had been around far longer than they had, and stepped inside of what felt like a time capsule. The inside was dark as one would expect, small lights dotted here and there over some of the tables and the bar itself. Faux candelabra decorated the walls and provided even more soft ambiance. The smell of the ocean air swept into the open windows, keeping the old, scrubbed pine walls coated in the finest layer of salty brine. The place had always been a tavern and dated back to the early 1800s, with the ghost stories and local lore to show for it, along with the photos - some of them ancient-looking - placed haphazardly bet

Travelers, merchants, Water Mages, River Elves, or mercenaries knew the name of the tavern—the Drowned Mermaid. The horses stopped close to the entrance, and the riders got off. A stable boy came to take the horses. The group leader took a silver coin from a satchel he had attached to his belt and gave it to the young man. "Give the deer carcass to the cook," he said before entering the tavern.

I grinned, “It's the least I can do since you're helping me find shoes to match my dress.” Brynn excitedly scrambled from behind the counter, following me out the shop. The streets weren't bustling as much. Only a few wandered about, the rest probably returned home or grabbed lunch in a random pub. “Just down the road.” I pointed, “It’s the one called Humblers Tavern.” “I don’t think I ever ate there.” “It's not much appearance wise, but their food is amazing.” “They could do with a makeover.” Brynn agreed, “Maybe some paint could do. Or-”

Barbie said. "Okay mom bye!! " Swan shouted and dragged Steve who still looked upset about the fact that he couldn't marry Brittany. < ONE WEEK LATER ~ HEMS BAR > Hems bar is a really popular bar that is mostly used by important people. Most companies held their meetings in this bar. The bar had a special room where clients could hold their meetings. Presently inside the room was Barbie and three fat men. The four of them were sitting around the table. "I must say Mrs Barbie is really beautiful " One of the fat men said and Barbie smiled a little.

It needed safety. The tavern was small, and full. It sat on lage timber beams, nestled under a withered Elder tree. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, and beside the tavern, swinging from rusty old chains, there was a green sign that read—The Tipsy Troll. The scent of spiced meat and stale ale hit my senses as soon as I stepped inside. It was a dimly lit space, with a fire in the hearth that kept the place warm, while murmurs of conversation floated about the room.

The only thing one would notice from the outside world is the clothes that people wore, The ragged jeans, band t-shirts and some of the latest styles well at least I think it was the latest styles I had spotted of more than five women wearing almost the same dresses just different colors and different designs but the trust was still the same. Will had taken me to the tavern it was the only tavern in a small fishing town like that Glen it looked old antique the ceilings are a bit low almost everything was made out of what the only modern thing in the small little tavern where the beer ball is fully displayed behind the bar there was a tall man behind the counter his beard was long his shoulde

Two minutes before the allotted time to meet each other, Cent’s gaze wandered around the lively and crowded tavern. Busty witches with their pointy hats served the goblins and orcs merrily. Trays of pints made of wood and filled with beer oozed inside the tavern. One zombie with flesh still intact with his body, played a lovely traveler’s song using a pipe. Some incubus with their revealing tunics danced around hand in hand with the other young witches as the customers cheered for them – some customers that were too drunk to care joined merry thumping of feet onto the wooden floor and flipping of partners with exciting turns. All in all, it was a lively and harmonious place.

He had torn pants on that covered his manhood that ended just above the upper joint of his wolf-like hind legs but wore no clothing covering his hairy human-like upper body. “He will not speak but will obey when asked for a drink. I’m afraid with such short notice I can only provide honey ale, or a wine made from forest berries grown in my own garden, my personal favourite,” Kiri said with a smile, placing one hand on the bar Skul had created, conjuring a few wooden mugs and short glass wine cups. “Horken will get the giant boar roasting, so we may as well have a drink while we wait for it to cook,” Kiri continued, looking over to a large, hooded figure that was standing close to the fire, a

Ambroz groaned out, letting it go. We were right on our way out to grab a drink, when certain girls squealed at the both of us. “Oh my, how can two men be so good looking?!” They exclaimed, giggling and blushing on their spots. I winked at them, waving as we got down from the moving stairs Ambroz said was an escalator. On getting to the tavern, my best friend scolded me on its new name which was called a “bar.” His phone rang the minute we ordered a drink, and while I tasted this new alcohol, he went across to take the call.

He asks writing on his notepad. “You know me so well.” I smile as he walks to the kitchen. A gust of wind blows in from the front door. The tavern is a dark wood paneled den. A real working fireplace is on the far wall. Across from it is a bar lining the center of the room. Some dark tables with matching spindle chairs fill the floor. The smell of lacquer and beer fill the air. The place just opened for the day and I can also smell the grill going. “Hey man, you been here long?” Lee asks as he takes a seat next to me at the bar.