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Sacrath
2006-02-15, 12:47 AM
Sacrath’s Snowbirds

The snow and biting cold is getting ridiculous. You can’t even say if you can see your hand in front of your face as you lost the ability to move your arms about an hour ago. You can’t feel your legs, and you only hope that they have kept moving, not that it matters much. If this storm keeps up much longer, you’ll be dead, moving or not. Suddenly the wind stops. You manage to blink your eyes open to find yourself in a clean clearing. A variable tornado of snow whips around this small clearing of inch high snow and dead bushes, but the noise of the storm is non-existent here. In front of you is a massive wooden pillar, intricately carved with flowering plants and other nature images. The pillar reaches 500 feet in the sky, easy. Off to the side of the pillar is a simple, but large, wooden building that bears a painted sign. The sign reads, “Sacrath’s Snowbirds.” Under the sign a small stone plaque is set which reads, “If you have made it this far, you could use a hot meal and a place by the fire.” Thanking every god you can think off, you trudge your frozen form towards the inviting glow of the door.

Sacrath’s Snowbirds is a small eating and drinking establishment set in more or less the center of the Forest of Eternal Winter. The owner is Sacrath ja’Fernim (“Sacrath the Everlasting” in ancient form of Common) a half elf who is by all accounts including his, immortal. Because of its location, the tavern doesn’t get much business, but the owner doesn’t mind. In fact, he just set up the place because adventurers kept showing up at his tower home half-frozen anyways, so it was just a matter of putting up a sign.

Inside the décor is sparse but inviting and boasts a total of eight tables of varying heights and a bar. The chairs hardly match, each one being made from different material or style. All of them are padded with leather cushions stuffed with a coarse down. In the middle of the roughly 1800 square foot, one room area is a giant pillar of flame that reaches the ceiling. The pillar has no visible fuel and produces no smoke, but heats the room quite nicely. A smell not unlike roast quail hits your rapidly defrosting nostrils coming from a ring of freestanding iron stoves surrounding the flame pillar. Behind the bar a middle-aged half-elf lays on a cot, napping. On the bar in front of the half-elf sits a paper sign, “If I’m sleeping, wake me. Don’t mind the fire elemental, he is fine if you keep your distance.”

The inside has eight tables including 2 for small sized creatures and 1 for large. The room is heated by a huge fire elemental, held in place with a variant of the Dimensional Anchor spell. It is not charmed or dominated in any way, but is unable to attack anything outside it's own square or move. It will ocasionally turn into a vortex, but this doesn't affect anyone who isn't already in the fire elemental's square, so it only serves for a temporary change of lighting. Twelve pot-bellied stoves surround the fire elemental close enough to heat them to cooking temperature (about 275 degrees). Normally the stoves are employed for cooking the namesake of the tavern, seared snowbird. Snowbirds are a local cold subtype bird that eats tree bark. Its flavor is remenicent of quail, but the flesh is much tougher and it has a nutty aftertaste. Since snowvird is the only thing, besides tree bark, that is edible in the Forest of Eternal Winter, it is the only thing offered. Sacrath, who has eaten it just about every day for the last 3000 years, happily trades interesting foods (namely anything but poultry) or spices for room, board, and directions. Sacrath doesn't trust summoned food, so the PCs will have had to bring the food with them. Sacrath does have an extensive collection of wine and liquor, but due to the difficulty of aquireing it, Sacrath seldom drinks, and even more seldom shares. Drinks can be purchased, but they are pricey, and Sacrath doesn't deal in coin. Rare spices like saffron, or hard to get items like iron cookware can buy a cup or two. So can a good story, as Sacrath is very interested at hearing what happens to the world outside his forest.

Sacrath
2006-02-15, 12:48 AM
The half elf yawns and sits up. His eyes are the common green of elves but his dark hair is close-cut in a human style. His skin is fair and his garb looks to be made of thin cotton, which is odd considering the weather. He has the look of an archer, and closer inspection behind the bar reveals a composite longbow and a quiver of arrows fletched with bleached feathers. He rubs his eyes and stands up, "Ah! You look a fright, luckly you found me in time. There should be a snowbird ready, have a seat where ever you wish and I'll go get it."

Sacrath is a very old half elf in an unfortunate situation. You see, he is immortal, but not by his own choosing. It all has to do with his residence, that is the Forest of Eternal Winter. As the name suggests, the Forest is a place of constant biting cold, this effect is generated by the trees there which were planted many thousands of years ago by a go by the sielee fey to mark the graves of the victims of a long forgotten war with an anchient evil. The trees themselves absorbed some of the magical energies of the fey burried near them, as well as some of the personality. This magical energy manifested it self as an aura of healing and inspiration to any who walked beneath them. As is wont to happen, word of this enchanted forest spread and soon it was discovered that the trees bark could be used to make a potent healing potion and the wood could be crafted into armor that healed itself and the wearer. Then the loggers came. Nearly half the forest was destroied before the slow acting trees decided to take action. The forest used its power to change the weather, forming a constant biting blizzard to surround it and the area around it. However, the threat was still there, so it looked for a suitable guard for itself. It found Sacrath, a young Paladin looking for a way to cure his young sister of an uncurable disease. Not wanting to steal the forest's magic, he contacted the anchient fey spirits and asked for their help. He struck a deal with them, if they saved his sister's life, then he would protect thier forest for the remainder of his. He agreed, and the forest kept up its end of the bargain. However, the forest also used its power to keep Sacrath from aging, keeping him bound in an endless contract. While he was fuirous at the forest for tricking him, he has kept his side of the bargain protecting the forest from those who would harm it for the last three thousand years.

Sacrath
2006-02-15, 12:49 AM
Your host grabs a hooked pole and an iron plate and reaches in to one of the stoves. As he gets near, the elemental turns into a whirling vortex of fire, but doesn't apear to affect anything by it. The half-elf pulls a roasted fowl out of the oven onto the plate. To the dish he adds some stewed fruit from a barrel behind the bar and pours a cup of hot liquid, which turns out to be water. The warm meat has a nutty aftertaste, and is seasoned with something that numbs your tounge making the fruit take a creamy texture. All in all, the meal warms your body and fills your belly which is a good alternative from the cold starved terrian outside.

The signature meal and namesake of Sacrath's Snowbirds is just that, seared snowbird. The loacal fowl has the cold subtype, which allows it to survive the biting cold of the forest. The snowbird eats small insects, seeds and tree bark. It's only real predator is the small pack of Winter Wolves that sometimes prowl the area. Them, and Sacrath who hunts the birds for food. The fowl is roasted whole and seasoned with peper and a local hearty vine. The vine is carries a mildly paralytic toxin, which causes a numbing effect when eaten in small doses. This generally serves to make the dish's side, stewed or dried fruit, taste better.

Sacrath
2006-02-18, 12:03 AM
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