Fabled Tavern Novels & Stories

Asher The tavern smelled like old Rogues and fresh blood. It was the kind of place that never saw daylight, being wedged between crumbling stone deep in the less wealthy edge of the capital. No banners here. No royal colors. Just soot-stained wood, a haze of smoke from cheap cigars, and a bartender who asked no questions so long as the coin was good. It was perfect. I sat in a corner booth shrouded in shadow, one boot braced against the edge of the table, the other foot planted firmly on the sticky floorboards.

He bit on his lower lip, his jaw trembling while he glared at the leader's feet, which were even fairer than most maidens at the Jade Moon Delight, which was a tavern located in Xerto city, in another pretty remote part of the kingdom. The females who provided entertainment there danced in questionable outfits, their slim, long legs on display for the guests to see. And of course, the presence of these women meant more business for the owner. Back then, years before he became a renowned warrior, he and a few comrades who were on a mission had stopped by the place to get some alcohol and food. The prettiest of the entertainers had even come towards him to try to seduce him into tipping her, b

“I saw her that day. She was beautiful.” The tavern maid came over and replaced their empty pints. The Mage had not touched his. He had given it to the other man after he had quaffed his first. They were not the only ones sitting in the common room of the tavern. There was another man who sat over a side of roast rabbit and occasionally cast quizzical glances their way. “And the child?” The older man shrugged, taking a deep draught from his cup. “It was only at a distance, but there was a swaddling. It’s said he’s the fey spirit that haunts these parts. Few have ever seen him, though.”

A boy took notice and offered to hold his reins. For one of his coins, the boy led the horse away for a bucket of oats and a trough of water. Ubertus entered the warm crowded tavern and his senses were assaulted by a din of drunken voices and the smells of stale ale, sweating bodies, and piss. He stood before the blazing peat fire, revived his cramped hands and called out in his thick Italian accent fora jug of wine. Since it was a market town, the men of Tisbury were well-used to strangers,

There were many things they had to do when they sent Gandalf off to Alandis for a trial, so Darryl did not tag along. When he reached the foot of the hill, he bid goodbye to Madeline and the others. It was still early when Darryl was back at Alandis, so he did not rush back to his residence but went wandering on the streets. "Manny Carnival Night?" A few minutes later, Darryl passed by a tavern and was immediately attracted by its name. The tavern was in a prime location, and it was exquisitely decorated. It was also quite packed, no lesser than the number of guests in Blue Rose's tavern.

Your friend, Count Rathar This part of the story is widely known, and will be skipped, that the Crown Prince continued his journey, while the bard received his own tavern for his merits. What happened then is a different story. “What other story ...?” the bard said, cutting the narrator in his sentence. “I'll tell you what it really was. It's become the best tavern in town.” The bard sat at his desk, flipping through his guest book. Former old oak tables have been replaced with new ones. There were a lot of upperclassmen coming…. I should open a house of pleasure, he thought. A great house, no doubt. Plans were being made, rooms were being expanded.

There were all sorts of adventurers and travelers that spent their time in the tavern. Noble families found the tavern to be a dangerous place filled with rowdy and disruptive men. It was easy for nobles to tarnish their reputation by visiting these sorts of places. The only people found in taverns were illegitimate children that were naturally abandoned by their families or commoners that didn’t care about their reputations. If only Yuna had ignored this fact, she would’ve discovered that this was only a preconception; a prejudice that only existed in the minds of the ignorant.

The tavern had become a central gathering place for the residents, where they could enjoy the latest alcohol creations from the city and engage in conversations about their day. The tavern was predictably packed by the time Zikk arrived. Boisterous laughter and lively chatter filled the air, accompanied by the unmistakable aroma of alcohol. Despite the owner of the tavern being visibly perspiring as he served the bustling crowd, a contented smile adorned his face. "Hey, did you catch sight of the beast Captain Roland took down today?" "Absolutely! That beast was nearly as towering as the city gate! Roland's strength has skyrocketed since he arrived here." "Speak of the devil."

“I don’t think you’ll be welcome within.” Inside the tavern was much as taverns were - a large room warmed by a well-fed fire, clustered with tables and bench seats, and a wooden bar set against one wall. Most of the occupants were there, propping it up, their elbows against the scarred wood. They turned, laughing, to see who entered and their laughter slid from their faces. Two men abandoned their tankards and grabbed their cloaks from beside the door, stepping out into the cold night. The proprietor filled a tankard and set it on the bar before me. “Vienthrey has little tolerance for rabble rousers,” he cautioned me. “We are guarded by the dragon.”

Then he accepted. He said that he is going to show me all that I want to see, even the things that I never experienced. I realise that he is well-known in these streets. That truly shows how often he sneaks from the palace. As I make my way through the capital, I came to a tavern called THE GREAT WIZARD. I asked some passengers about the best one in town, and they pointed to this one. I wanted to know about the main attractive building. It’s not every day that you got to explore the city.