Sneak
2006-02-12, 06:48 PM
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You shiver as you walk through the cool night air, scouting the village. A battered old sign appears, dancing in the wind, depicting some sort of sentient ball of thread, with the words "THE SNEAKY SNARL" written on it in peeling black paint. The building itself appears to be very old and repaired many times. You raise your eyebrows at the name and the shabby appearance of the outside, but decide to take your chances. It is the only inn in town, and you are tired and hungry after a long day of travel. You walk up to the inn, a tantalizing smell drifting over to you through a crack in the door, and push the door open.
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-DSECRIPTION-
The outside of the inn is battered and old, a big square of dark, rough wood. The sign in the front of the inn reads "THE SNEAKY SNARL," with a crudely drawn picture of what appears to be a colorful sentient ball of thread, complete with glowing red eyes and white claws on what appears to serve as arms for the, well, the thing. The door is plain and worn from use. A soft warm glow comes from the few windows on the outside of the inn, and an enticing smell drifts from a crack in the door of the tavern.
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There are a few dark oak tables scattered across the dimly lit room, with a few customers sitting quietly and nursing their drinks. You see the stairs leading to the rooms upstairs in the back. Immediately a door at the back, behind the bar catches your eye—it has a bright red KEEP OUT sign painted on it, with another crude drawing of the same sentient ball of thread. The innkeeper seems to glance at the door worriedly from time to time, but no one else seems to notice. The innkeeper himself is a plump man with a greasy apron and a curly mustache, with a habit of constantly wiping the sparkling clean top of the bar with the dirty cloth in his hand, just making it dirtier if anything. There are a few barmaids scurrying around quickly, and sounds of laughter come from the closed door to the kitchen, a bright glow and smells of good cooking drifting through with it. There is a bard on a small raised podium, strumming softly and singing a bit, but none of the patrons seem to be paying any attention to him. The only people of any interest in this tavern are a group of adventurers seated in the corner, a group of four in all. One young looking man is in armor with a sword at his hip, standing next to another older elf wearing a robe and wrinkling his face with his nose deep in some thick tome. A grinning young halfling lady is sitting in a chair with a sparkle in her eye, glancing constantly at the money pouches of the various patrons, conversing with a young human girl who appears to be a cleric, constantly fingering the holy symbol around her neck. The innkeeper notices you looking at them, and leans in conspiratorially. "They come every week, a new group." He motions to the door behind the bar with the keep out sign. "They never come out." He grimaces. "So young. They should just mind their own business, stop trying to help where they ain't needed and gettin' 'emselfs killed." He sighs. You wonder what he's talking about, and eye the door behind the bar with a shudder. You hear him go on. "I used to be an adventurer once. I was a fighter, carryin' a big sword and a bigger head. But those were days long ago, and now I know that I was foolish back then. Young and foolish. All adventurers are." He goes on for quite a while, but you are no longer paying attention.
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-SPECIALTY RECIPES:-
Snarl Spaghetti
Snarl Blood Wine
Hammersman Ale
Snarl Spaghetti
A steaming mass of spaghetti noodles on a plate, this dish is very odd, and doesn't look very appetizing. The noodles are very colorful, purple and pink and blue. There are two bright red mushrooms in the center. You wonder if they are safe to eat. There is some tomato sauce splattered across the plate, with a light sprinkling of cheese on top. At least those appear to be normal colored. There are also some white mushrooms scattered on one side. Stepping back, you realize it all looks vaguely like the drawing on the inn sign and on the door in the back. Despite its unappealing look, it smells delicious, and you decide to try a little. Picking up a bit of noodle along with a mushroom, you chew as it explodes in flavor. Delicious.
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Snarl Blood Wine
This dark red wine in an elegant crystal-clear wine glass would seem at home in any fancy hotel, but it definitely doesn't fit in here. However, Mattias (the innkeeper) needs something to give to the few better-off patrons who come to the inn and the snobs who refuse to drink the ale. You raise it to your lips, the liquid slowly dripping down your parched throat. Mmm, mmm, good.
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Hammersman Ale
This dark brown ale, mostly invisible because of the wooden tankard and overflowing foam at the top, is well-known to all in the area. Named after the infamous founder of the town, it is often called a hammer, and for good reason too: this ale certainly packs a punch. Most can handle it, though. Some say it is an acquired taste, but most of the travelers and adventurers seem to like it well enough. In fact, a few of the more rowdy ones had to be kicked out and dumped unceremoniously outside in the mud and pouring rain after a few too many. You eye the drink carefully, having heard far too many stories about the ale than is good for you. Cautiously, you pick it up, as a large glob of foam drips onto the oaken table. You bring it to your lips and tilt your head back, letting it slide down your throat. "Bartender, another Hammersman please!"
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You shiver as you walk through the cool night air, scouting the village. A battered old sign appears, dancing in the wind, depicting some sort of sentient ball of thread, with the words "THE SNEAKY SNARL" written on it in peeling black paint. The building itself appears to be very old and repaired many times. You raise your eyebrows at the name and the shabby appearance of the outside, but decide to take your chances. It is the only inn in town, and you are tired and hungry after a long day of travel. You walk up to the inn, a tantalizing smell drifting over to you through a crack in the door, and push the door open.
http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/9664/snarlsign0cc.gif
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-DSECRIPTION-
The outside of the inn is battered and old, a big square of dark, rough wood. The sign in the front of the inn reads "THE SNEAKY SNARL," with a crudely drawn picture of what appears to be a colorful sentient ball of thread, complete with glowing red eyes and white claws on what appears to serve as arms for the, well, the thing. The door is plain and worn from use. A soft warm glow comes from the few windows on the outside of the inn, and an enticing smell drifts from a crack in the door of the tavern.
http://img468.imageshack.us/img468/5369/tavernoutside2wq.gif
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There are a few dark oak tables scattered across the dimly lit room, with a few customers sitting quietly and nursing their drinks. You see the stairs leading to the rooms upstairs in the back. Immediately a door at the back, behind the bar catches your eye—it has a bright red KEEP OUT sign painted on it, with another crude drawing of the same sentient ball of thread. The innkeeper seems to glance at the door worriedly from time to time, but no one else seems to notice. The innkeeper himself is a plump man with a greasy apron and a curly mustache, with a habit of constantly wiping the sparkling clean top of the bar with the dirty cloth in his hand, just making it dirtier if anything. There are a few barmaids scurrying around quickly, and sounds of laughter come from the closed door to the kitchen, a bright glow and smells of good cooking drifting through with it. There is a bard on a small raised podium, strumming softly and singing a bit, but none of the patrons seem to be paying any attention to him. The only people of any interest in this tavern are a group of adventurers seated in the corner, a group of four in all. One young looking man is in armor with a sword at his hip, standing next to another older elf wearing a robe and wrinkling his face with his nose deep in some thick tome. A grinning young halfling lady is sitting in a chair with a sparkle in her eye, glancing constantly at the money pouches of the various patrons, conversing with a young human girl who appears to be a cleric, constantly fingering the holy symbol around her neck. The innkeeper notices you looking at them, and leans in conspiratorially. "They come every week, a new group." He motions to the door behind the bar with the keep out sign. "They never come out." He grimaces. "So young. They should just mind their own business, stop trying to help where they ain't needed and gettin' 'emselfs killed." He sighs. You wonder what he's talking about, and eye the door behind the bar with a shudder. You hear him go on. "I used to be an adventurer once. I was a fighter, carryin' a big sword and a bigger head. But those were days long ago, and now I know that I was foolish back then. Young and foolish. All adventurers are." He goes on for quite a while, but you are no longer paying attention.
http://img488.imageshack.us/img488/2342/bar3mc.gif
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-SPECIALTY RECIPES:-
Snarl Spaghetti
Snarl Blood Wine
Hammersman Ale
Snarl Spaghetti
A steaming mass of spaghetti noodles on a plate, this dish is very odd, and doesn't look very appetizing. The noodles are very colorful, purple and pink and blue. There are two bright red mushrooms in the center. You wonder if they are safe to eat. There is some tomato sauce splattered across the plate, with a light sprinkling of cheese on top. At least those appear to be normal colored. There are also some white mushrooms scattered on one side. Stepping back, you realize it all looks vaguely like the drawing on the inn sign and on the door in the back. Despite its unappealing look, it smells delicious, and you decide to try a little. Picking up a bit of noodle along with a mushroom, you chew as it explodes in flavor. Delicious.
http://img112.imageshack.us/img112/1669/snarlspaghetti0iu.gif
Snarl Blood Wine
This dark red wine in an elegant crystal-clear wine glass would seem at home in any fancy hotel, but it definitely doesn't fit in here. However, Mattias (the innkeeper) needs something to give to the few better-off patrons who come to the inn and the snobs who refuse to drink the ale. You raise it to your lips, the liquid slowly dripping down your parched throat. Mmm, mmm, good.
http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/824/wine1vo.gif
Hammersman Ale
This dark brown ale, mostly invisible because of the wooden tankard and overflowing foam at the top, is well-known to all in the area. Named after the infamous founder of the town, it is often called a hammer, and for good reason too: this ale certainly packs a punch. Most can handle it, though. Some say it is an acquired taste, but most of the travelers and adventurers seem to like it well enough. In fact, a few of the more rowdy ones had to be kicked out and dumped unceremoniously outside in the mud and pouring rain after a few too many. You eye the drink carefully, having heard far too many stories about the ale than is good for you. Cautiously, you pick it up, as a large glob of foam drips onto the oaken table. You bring it to your lips and tilt your head back, letting it slide down your throat. "Bartender, another Hammersman please!"
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