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.

How the hell has Cam pulled this off? The barn has been transformed into an amazing reception hall, with large circular tables that are covered in fresh flowers and candles. A piano and a violin play up in the back corner. Outside is like a scene from a movie. The big oak tree’s branches are all covered in fairy lights. Large white seats have been strategically placed all around, and there’s a cocktail bar where a server is making the most delicious- looking cocktails that I have ever seen. Fire lanterns are lit around the perimeter, and waitresses are circling with champagne and canapés. Our family and friends are all here. I feel two hands snake around my hips and then soft lips press agai

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.”

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."

Yet today, in the dimly lit confines of an underground tavern, the tide began to turn. The underground tavern was dim but lively. It was a refuge for the common folk, a place where laborers, merchants, and even the occasional rebel gathered to share whispers of rebellion or simply to drown their woes in ale. Behind the bar stood Johny Eagle, the burly and gruff owner, who had heard it all but rarely believed much of it. On this day, however, the crackling of the tavern’s radio brought news that no one could ignore. The familiar voice of an Aeternum news anchor echoed through the room.

Word was that, young girls were kept in a secret room inside the Tavern before being transported to the brothel in el Paradiso but there was no proof that this room even existed. Lance lingered in his car, surveying the place before he set off, walking into the infamous crowded tavern. He winced, feeling suffocated. The odor was sweaty as people were grooving to the loud music that was playing infinitely. Focusing on his mission, Lance took to the bar and ordered his drinks while eyeing the man he had followed. His name was Calvary. Gabriella had briefed him about the man’s suspicious dealings once. Calvary’s gaze enviously shifted towards Lance as the bar attendant placed a six pack of Hein