Fabled Tavern Novels & Stories

With the rain he said his work load had decreased, so for now I wouldn't push him. We approached the tavern, a white tall building with many floors. It was wedged between two others, makimg it look cramped and tight. A single sign hung from a suspended rod that read, Lucky's Tavern. It swayed with the wind that ripped through, creaking and groaning as it swung. Sebastion pulled open the red painted door and offered Maya in with a hand gesture. Giggling she kissed him on the cheek and walked in. "I how you don't expect me to do the same. I'd rather cut my tongue out." I said teasingly. Sebastion's eyes narrowed and he shook his head.

the Orc leader said and returned the parchments to the hunters. The riders crossed the bridge and kept traveling on the road in silence. It was night when they reached a cross-road. A big tavern was built there. Above the entrance was a sign of a mermaid on land. Travelers, merchants, Water Mages, River Elves, or mercenaries knew the name of the tavern—the Drowned Mermaid.

Some rumors suggested that he had gone to Greater Yellowflame, or perhaps Imperia. Caleb was curious about the many places Udal listed as he elaborated, as he had never even heard of most. Still, as they strolled along the street, they soon arrived before a tavern. "Four deluxe!" Rags told the tavern keeper and pointed between Udal and Caleb. "They're paying." Udal, stumped for a moment, promptly raised his hand. "I'll pay! I'll pay!"

“It’s just a tavern. No different from the ones you have back home.” I doubted that, but I stepped inside anyway. Inside the tavern, the air was thick with the scent of smoke, alcohol, and sweat. Someone was playing a fiddle on a small stage in the corner. The bartender, a muscular woman with caramel skin, was laughing at something someone else was saying as she cleaned the inside of a large mug. All around, drunken patrons laughed, played cards, and swayed to the music. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that different. While Eric and Ember got us drinks from the bar, Neil, Castor and I found a table in a dark corner. With our cloaks covering our faces and our heads bent, we looked just like the other s

The nobles twisted that idea, creating a class system to control and keep the weak; weak. We made our way to a little tavern called The Nasty Willows. By the time we reached it was already evening. "What a difference," said Kali walking up to the tavern doors. I glanced up at The Nasty Willows signboard. It was a Willow smoking a cigar. "Cute," I said. The tavern was lively, with people drinking and chatting about their day. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, lighting up the room with candles. It was a circus of fun as the waitresses rushed back and forth bringing food on plates and drinks in wooden mugs.

There were just so many things happening all at once. After a brief stroll, Bryan and Aiden spotted a cozy tavern with a wooden sign that read The Hidden. Quite an unusual name for a tavern, but they went in anyway. The place was illuminated with torchlight at the entrance, and they were welcomed with its warm interior. "This is a perfect place to settle for the night," Aiden said to Bryan as he took in the place and approached the stout barkeeper. He then placed a handful of shimmering coins on the counter. "Two rooms for the night, if you please," he said, his voice confident and steady.

His skin was naturally thicker than a skunk’s pelt. Inside the tavern, the rich aroma of roasted meat and ale filled the air as I briskly wiped down the wooden tables. Lifting my eyes, I spotted Xaibe sitting in the corner, offering me a slight smile. I avoided his gaze and continued with my work. By the time the tavern closed up, he was still sitting there, the stew in front of him virtually untouched. “Eat with me,” he said, pointing toward the stool opposite him. “No need, I already ate.”

A tavern. Of all places, he took me to a tavern. A myriad of bright yellow and orange lights spilled from the building’s doors and windows. However, none of those were as gripping as the loud chatter and clinking glasses, which almost overpowered the music. Where I felt an overwhelming urge to run and hide at the festival, here, I felt this undeniable pull to walk in and join all the others. “Of all places, you really do believe that there would be a show of masculine anatomy at a tavern?" Heat found its way to my cheeks as I spoke, and my voice came out breathier than I would have wanted.

This is nothing, a walk in the park compared the past few months, the dreams and the nightmares, the echoes of my seriously screwed up past, the craziness that is Fable. Fable. I wish they were here tonight. Felix. Alastaire. Ben. Lyall. Elliot. What are they doing right now? Mixing the final track? Eating dinner? Packing their bags? They’ll be going back to England next week… An unwelcome memory flashes before my eyes. Felix standing before me in the forest, his eyes filled with strange fire as his lips meet mine. The swishing of wings cutting the air as an army of ravens descend through the night, gathering to their prince, just moments before I passed out.

The next evening, Zak and I sat in the car outside of a bustling bar out in the middle of the woods. We had driven nearly half the day to get here. I sized up the building, noticing it looked run down and kind of small. Not at all where I pictured a Lycan King might hang out. “This is it?” I ask, scrunching up my nose. “Looks can be deceiving.” Zak chuckles softly before taking a more serious note. “You remember everything I told you?”