[The Mad One]

	LEGION OF THE DAMNED Tavern and Inn

	Description: As one travels through the infamous settlment of villians and rogues, known as Frigid River, one's eyes are drawn to many curious sights. There are many fine eateries, armor shops; you name it and there is a merchant somewhere making a crown off it. Once one passes the more populated parts and decends into the darker, less fortunate, outskirts of the settlment it is as if a whole new world unveils itself. Tucked away near the southwestern border, just outside the mines and lumber camps, the legion of the damned inn and tavern exists. The outside appears as if it was once an old stone barn, a jail perhaps. Large ancient trees overhang the cracked stone roof and vines climb the walls giving an ancient air to the place. A stable in the rear can be seen housing many a travelers horse, cart, and whatever else may be needed. Hay and a roof over its head was an assured thing and at a fair price, just a crown a darkening will do. The front double doors are made of oak and reinforced with large brass bands. They remain open at all candlemarks yet one may not enter so freely. Two large beings clad in black leather hide, muscled and masked, stand guard each holding a large crossbow and carrying a quiver of many arrows. "State your name and business" they bellow in unison. Once one gains admittance they come upon a large smoke filled room, filled with old, cracked small round tables complete with chairs and a candle on each. People can be seen gambling, bardering, discussing business. and trying to gain the attention of the scantily clad bar wenches. A large oak U-shaped bar rests on the rear wall and is crowded with ilk from thieves, rogues, mercenaries and a few whispered to delve into even darker arts. To the left wall is another door made of steel. It was locked with a heavy bolt and flanked by two more dark guardians complete with crossbows. Each had a large dire wolf at their feet whom was set to the tak of gnawing on some type of bloody flesh. Any who ventured too near may find a nip from the wolves was enough to change one's mind. To the right wall is the entrance to the kitchen. It housed a wall length grill, three ovens and numerous tables and utencils. A door led to a well in the rear yard and a small meat cellar was seen through a trap door in the floor. A large basement dwells underneath and can be reached by trapdoors from both behind the bar and in the secured back room. The second floor housed rooms for rent. It was reachable from a stairway that began on the right wall just before the kitchen door, and other services may be discussed with one's hostess when shown to a room. Whispers can be heard amongst those here of bodyguards for hire, protection among the ranks for those wanted by others, black market purchases and even espionage. Whispers only.... rumors of the one's clad in black, a legion of mercenaries outcast from society and blood loyal to each other. A bellowing voice breaks one's concentration as glances were cast to the bar. The barkeep, Artos, towers above all in his presence. Corded muscle strains in his large shoulders and arms as he carries up two kegs of black ale from the basement and slams them on the bartop. Brewed in his very basement it is said to be able to knock out a giant in one swill, yet Artos downs it as if it was nothing more than water. Upon closer inspection you observe him to be of Northern stock. The candles on the wall glow off of his clean shaven head, and looking to his face, you see a large scar extending out from beneath a patch worn over his left eye. A large beard engulfs his face and hangs in braids at the bottom that fall onto his massive shoulders. For one so large he moves with grace as he fills mugs of ale for paying customers and the like. His chest looked as if he had a lager barrel under his shirt that pressed at the seams of his faded brown tunic. A slight protrusion of his belly indicated that he enjoys a bit too much of his own brew. It is seen to shake whenever he became amused and gave a deep laugh. Looking to be a man of about fifty eras or so, he gives off the appearance of a farmer or perhaps an old shiphand based on the foreign tattoos that cover his arms. Catching your gaze he raises a frothing mug and shouts, "Welcome to The Legion of the Damned, come in and feel free to open your purse, if it hasnt already been swiped off yer belt," he bellows inciting a chorus of laughter from those about the room.

	Goods & Services: Menu: Mead, Ale, Beer: 1 gc Wine: 2 gc per glass, 10 gc per bottle Spirits: 3 gc Fruit: 1 gc Bread & Cheese: 2 gc Fowl, Pork, Beef or Goat: 3 gc Rooms: 3 gc With bath -5 gc Stables: Per Horse- 2 gc Companionship: Handled by the Courtisans Guild. Enquire within.

	NPCs: Secrets : Name: Artos BJorn Race, Age & Gender: Human, 57, Male Physical Description, History & Behavior: A hair under seven feet tall and weighing well over 300lbs, he has arms the size of most human's legs and they cord with muscle and are covered in foreign tattoos, clean shaven head, and a large scar extending out from beneath a patch worn over his left eye. A large beard engulfs his face and hangs in braids at the bottom that fall onto his massive shoulders. He appears to be of northern stock. His chest looked as if he had a lager barrel under his shirt that pressed at the seams of his faded brown tunic. A slight protrusion of his belly indicated that he enjoys a bit too much of his own brew. Skills: Devil Boxing-Level 5 Tomahawk & Knife-Level 3 Battle Axe-Level 3 Bar Brawling-Level 2 Distilling Spirits-Level 2 Items or Property Of Note: LEGION of the DAMNED TAVERN & INN A well used Tomahawk and Bowie Style knife hang from his belt A large scarred and pitted battle axe hangs above the bar ethched with an unknown runic tongue Can this NPC be used by players in self-moderation or training situations?: No

	Facts: Secrets : District: Mercantile Type of Location: Business Notability of Location: Common Knowledge Training/Employment Opportunities: Yes Can This Location Be Self Moderated?: No Credits: Created by The Mad One and Edited by Stargrace