[Location] Ire The Beer Tent (district)

Gauls · November 5, 2007, 01:50 PM

Just east of the Great Hall Enclosure is an odd collection of structures scattered atop a small, plateau. This plateau is the entertainment center of the city and is named after the largest and most important structure on it, the Beer Tent. Ragged tents and dilapidated wood structures circle a larger, more elaborate stone and wood structure sitting directly in the center of the plateau. Goblin squatters have made temporary homes all over the plateau. These squatters simply sit in one spot and create a small fire to stay warm until the Pardahun Votar shoo them away. In the meantime, they scavenge, steal, and squabble over scraps of food or a silver or two a passing orc or other may throw at them (more to try striking them than out of sorrow for them).

The ragged shacks around the main structure are private inns and food/entertainment shops. The main structure is known as the Beer Tent. This is the main spot in the city where one can meet and blow off a little aggression. This tavern hosts a variety of clients from every social class above and below ground. There are several small rooms built into the side of the structure where one can mingle without being mobbed by drunken orc warriors. The Beer Tent is a rough place but if one keeps his head down, weapon at the ready, he may just find others in decent spirits and a break from the ever-present violence of the city.

The lower half of the walls are build of stone and the upper halves and roof of wood. There is one bar immediately on the right as you enter. Several wood tables and chairs are lined up around a small pit (a small version of the main pit in the west of the city) in the center of the room. Orcs yell and laugh at the orcs that play orkish games within the pit while they eat and drink large amounts of alcohol.

As you enter the Beer Tent, only a couple orcs look up and notice that you have entered. The others are far too entertained to pay you any mind. On the right wall is a long bar with stools. One orc is passed out on a stool with his head lying on the bar. Behind the bar is a busy-looking orc. The owner and barkeep is an old orc named Phlog. Phlog is nasty and brutish even by orkish standards. It is said that working for him is worse than working on the work crews.

Female orcs emerge from the back rooms some being escorted by clients, others have their hands full of plates stacked with meat and mugs of orkish ale. The females deliver their loads and speak sexually to the orc clients in the room.

Carved upon a wood sign above the bar is a menu though the menu never changes day or night.

Quote:

4 crowns: stew with meat (grain optional)
6 crowns: specials (talk to female)
5 crowns: dark ale (mug)
8 crowns: angry brew (pint)

(Scribbled below the menu on the same board is an additional sentence)

Crash tent 20 crown a night

You stand in the doorway marveling at the rowdy on-goings. Finally, a voluptuous female orc approaches you. “What ju wan’ ?” she asks politely. The orc pauses, “…or who ju want?” she says winking to you with a seductive look in her eyes.

Secrets :

Ralzari Malian · March 9, 2008, 07:03 PM

Darkening 1 Cycle 1 in the Month of Imperos, in the Season of Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum

Finally, after a long journey and a day of re-examining his city, Ral was on his way to the place he had been longing for, for quite some time now, the ever so famous (amoungst orcs anyways) beer tent. At simply the first sight of the collection of buildings Ral already felt better than he had in a while. Before he'd even made it to the beer tent, yelling and laughing from the orcs inside could be heard as plain as day outside the building.

As he entered the bar, Ral looked around the room to see if he was able to see any familiar faces. But eras have come and gone since his last visit and so have many of his old friends apparently. The bar was so busy that only a couple of orcs near the entrance noticed that he had entered. The rest were too busy drinking and playing games around the pit, to notice someone had entered. Ral was going to go staright to the bar, but he was greeted by a beautiful (by orcish standards) orcish barmaid saying, "What ju wan.....or who ju wan?" as she gave him a seductive look.

"Well firs me wan a bowl of stew an meat wid grain an tree pints of angry brew. Den afer dat me tink me wan ju. So ju should join me while me eat an drink, den we go ave some fun." Ral did'nt plan on being with a woman tonight, actually it did'nt even cross his mind. But when he saw the barmaid he'd remembered what it was like to be with a woman and how long it'd been.

Steve · March 10, 2008, 11:38 PM

Ralzari

The Barmaid pointed to a table, smiled and left to fill the order. When he scanned the place again, Ralzari did not see any familiar faces.

After not too long a wait, the Barmaid returned with a large bowl of steaming hot stew with grain and three pint mugs of angry brew. No telling what kind of meat was in stew, however the customers were satisfied with whatever it was. The bowl and the mugs were made of metal some sort. The Beer Tent was no place for anything that would break.

Another smile from the Barmaid as she said, "Dat'll be 28 gold ones big fella".

Ralzari Malian · March 11, 2008, 07:07 PM

After only a matter of minutes the barmaid had reutrned to the table with Ral's bowl of hot stew with grain and his three pints of angry brew. Ral reached into his pocket and pulled out his crownbag. After counting out twenty-eight crowns he handed them to the barmaid. There was no telling what kind of meat was in the stew, but it had been so long since he'd had a hot meal he did'nt really care. Like he would have anyways. With no hesitation Ral picked up a spoon and begun to eat (and slightly devour) his bowl of stew, his orcish manners got the best of him. But he was amoungst his own kind finally, so it did'nt really matter to him.

Once about half of the bowl of stew was gone Ral had decided to take a moments break from his stew and have a go with a pint of the old angry brew. As the brew went down Ral could already feel the weight of the world off of him. So he had decided to just go ahead and finish off that pint. After slamming the glass down on the table, he had looked over to towards the bar right as an orc pushed the orc passed out on the bar over. A loud wham was heard by all in the room and for a moment, the room was actually silent. The fallen orc was so drunk that he did'nt even realize what had happened, so he just fell asleep on the floor.

Returning his attention to his table, Ral picked up another pint and quickily gulped down half of it. Still feeling a sharp bite of hunger in his stomach, Ral picked up his spoon and decided to finish his stew. This task only took about two minutes he realized as he sat the empty bowl upon the table. "Back to da brew," Ral chuckled as he picked up then finished off the half drinken pint. Ral had forgotten how long it had been since he has had a real drink, because he was already feeling his brews. For the past few eras the only drink he was able to have was the shara's ale, which just did'nt do it for him. "One more," he said as he picked up the last pint and chugged it.

After letting his food and three pints settle Ral was ready for his dessert, the barmaid. Ral stood up and too fast apparently because he had lost his vision for a moment. "One too many," he said as he walked over to the barmaid who had served him. "Me finished stew an angry brews, now me ready for dessert," he said smiling as he looked at her seductively

Steve · March 12, 2008, 05:04 PM

Ralzari

After making sure that the stew was hot and had plenty of meat, then hurrying back with it and three full pints, the Barmaid waited expectantly.

As she waited, Ralzari counted out 28 crowns, just 28 crowns. She got stiffed. The Barmaid was not accustomed to that. Her quick and efficient service deserved a tip, a generous one at that. This time she got nothing. With no hesitation Ral picked up a spoon and begun to eat (and slightly devour) his bowl of stew, his Orcish manners got the best of him. But he was amoungst his own kind finally, so it didn't really matter to him. Had he been looking at the Barmaid instead of his food, Ralzari would have seen a very angry expression on the face of the Barmaid as she left in a huff.

After he finished his stew and drink, Ralzari walked over to the Barmaid who had served him and said, "Me finished stew an angry brews, now me ready for dessert," he said smiling as he looked at her seductively. The Barmaid pointed to the drunk Orc on the floor near the bar and said, "Dere's yer dessert. Ya'll make a fine couple."

thrandor · March 12, 2008, 08:55 PM

First Brightening, First Cycle, in the Month of Imperos, in the Season of Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate, Era XIV Post Fractum.

Finally after Thrandor checked and made sure he had enough gold crowns," i think it'll be enough to last Thrandor at least until me can get some more crowns' ", Thrandor thought to himself. As Thrandor walked away from the main gates he quickly found a place that could suite his size and hunger ,Thrander walked as fast as his tired legs could take him .When he got inside Thrandor noticed a drunken orc laying passed out on the floor.Thrandor walked over to the barmaid and said," Stew with meat with a little bit of grain. Also, me want six mugs of ale," Thrandor said as his mouth begun to water as he thought about a steming bowl of soup .

Steve · March 12, 2008, 10:35 PM

The Barmaid smiled, pointed to a seat and scurried off to fill the order. In a few minutes she was was back with a tray that held steaming hot stew, and six metal mugs of ale. She set the items in front of Thrandor and said, "Dat'll be 34 crowns".

The Orc sleeping it off on the floor was snoring loudly with his mouth wide open. An Orc who was passing by with a drink, stopped and poured some ale in the open mouth of the sleeping Orc. The result was a smile of satisfaction and no more snoring.

thrandor · March 13, 2008, 07:50 PM

After the barmaid returned with Thrandor's order he reached for his crowns and handed her 34 crowns with ten crowns for her tip. Thrandor smiled as he smelt the sweet aroma of the stew, Thrandor grabbed his spoon and began to eat with the best manners that he thought would be polite.A few minutes later Thrandor was just about done with his stew , he looked at the mugs and decided to slam down two of them.Once Thrandor finished the ale he thought to himself " me won't have to stay hungry or thirsty no more with this beer tint here".Thrandor finished his stew as he watched the orc still asleep on the ground and wondered how much longer he would be there. As Thrandor thought to himself he finished his ale with a big grin on his face.

Ralzari Malian · March 13, 2008, 08:56 PM

Surprised at the orcess' coment, Ral, at first could'nt realize why the woman was so angry at him and then all of a sudden it clicked. His ignorant self let his orcish manners, once again get the best of him, because he had forgotten to tip his waitress. Which was rather quick getting his order to him and was also rather polite. Feeling slightly rude and ignorant Ral reached into his pocket and pulled out his crownbag. After he had counted out fifteen crowns Ral set them on the bar right next to his waitress' hand and siad," Me apologize for forgettin to give lat a tip. Me let my orcish manner get da bes of me." He spoke as politely as he knew how and he had learned some manners after living in the shara cities, but his orcish side still did come out every once in a while.

After giving the waitress her tip Ral did feel a little better about himself, he did'nt like having females angry at him. As far as males go though, he could care less, if someone did'nt like his tone or manners, then the two could settle it in the pit for all he cared. But for some reason, probably his father coming out in him, he did'nt like upsetting females.

Having noticed a massive saurid enter the room Ral was quite surprised, this was the first time that he'd seen a saurid in Orckon. Not to many orcs cared for other races, but Ral personally thought that all the dark races should just quit bickering and unite, but that was wishful thinking because old discriminations die hard. This was another thing his father had tought him, toleration for the other races, mainly dark, but light races too some extent. But the sight of a saurid in Orckon meant that others races must be starting to feel more welcomed to Orckon. Feeling a slight urge to go over and talk to the saurid, Ral walked over to the saurids table and sat down on the opposite side as him.

"Welcome to Orckon saurid. Me name is Ralzari Malian, ow bout jurs?" he said holding out his hand as an offer to shake hands. "So what brings ju to Orckon? Dis is nice city er fortress we got hear. Da res of da empire does'nt boder us here, dey don even collect taxes from us, can ju believe dat?" Realizing that he was new to the city and all Ral decided to tell him a few things about the city. "Me gonna tell ju how tings work in Orckon. Firs off never an me mean never call da city," Ral whipered the following word afraid someone would hear him say it," Ire. Dat is an insult to us uraks, cause dat is da name of da hobbit dat conquered da fortress. He had an army a course, but nonedaless still don say it, da city's name is Orckon. Second off ju might wanna go pray at a spire cause its jus a sign of respect an if ju actually do someting for da god dere, sometimes da god bestoy his or her gifts onto ju. An if ju need some work, we got da animal enclosure, da Shatroful Onreinn, an da work crew spire. Dat not so lovely, but it still work. An of course we got da famous horde."

Steve · March 13, 2008, 10:18 PM

thrandor

When the Barmaid collected for the meal and drinks she was very pleased with the generous tip. After pocketing the crowns she gave thrandor an appraising look, wondering what a night with a Saurid might be like. That would be a new experience for her. She then winked at him and hustled off to tend to another customer.

Steve · March 13, 2008, 10:56 PM

Ralzari

The fifteen crowns had a profound influence on the Barmaid's attitude. In fact her impression of Ralzari changed for the better rather quickly. She pocketed the crowns and smiled at the Orc. Another customer called and she winked, then left.

thrandor · March 15, 2008, 12:32 PM

Thrandor looked at the orc and with a quick thought he put out his hand ,shook Rals' hand and said " me name is Thrandor ,but me tryin to find somewhere nice enuogh for me to live in peace with out any problems me parents were killed when me was only six from there on me take care of my self doin anything me can do to get gold crowns. "Ral where might be the goodest place to work ,but me really don like to work me can also make money other ways too" Thrandor sat and thought a minute and decided if he had to he would work at the animal enclosure becase he always wanted to get a chance to around as many things as he could before he gets too old. Thrandor said smiling at Ral. Thrandor remembered about the problem with Ral and the waitress he asked " why was that barmaid stressin with you".

Ralzari Malian · March 15, 2008, 07:11 PM

With the waitress back to her normal self Ral would now not be bothered with its thought. Her wink showed him that. After listening to Thrandors responses Ral replied, "Well if jur lookin ta make some shara money," Ral stopped there because he had forgotten that he was speaking to a saurid and saurids don't speak orcish. "Shara money here mean crowns. Shara mean human. But if ju need shara money den work at animal enclousure or da work crew spire. Da best ting to do is to work for Shatroful Onreinn when dey need work. Dere da main trade guild here in Orckon. When dey send out wagons dey always need gaurds an dey normally give gaurds a percent of goods an crowns. But dey not always lookin fer work." His angry brews were really kicking in, Ral was talkin up a storm, but it was nice to have some conversation with someone.

After hearing Thrandors last question Ral replied, "She was mad cause Ral forgot her tip, but she fine now." Ral looked over at the waitress for a few moments and then snapped back into reality. "So, ju had any trainin Thrandor? Dat big tail look like it come in handy, snap shara leg," Ral said as he begun to laugh as he got a mental image of it in his head.

Grik Doomhammer · April 24, 2008, 10:19 AM

Cycle 3, Junctior, in the Season of Autumn,
Era II of the Celestine Mandate,
Era XIV Post Fractum

It had been a packed few brightenings as Grik attempted to become part of the horde. The large muscles that covered his body were sore from his physical training. The new weapon used new muscles that the young orc was not used to. Most of his practice before was in hack, and slash to that he added thrust. It was the thought of skewering a pink skin shara that left a slight smirk on his face as he entered the tent.

The smell of men, and more so women flooded his snout, the stench of spoiled ale was also there. He grunted with a nod at the few who looked up at him and continued to find an open spot to sit. He had a few crowns that he had gotten before he came to Orckon, and hoped they would take them. It was a tent full of bosterous orcs that were out to have fun, and that seemed just the diversion that Grik needed.

Soon an appealing orc female approaches and asks, "What ju wan’ …or who ju want?” As the young Grik grinned showing his growing tusks, he pulled her close with a quick motion. 'Me want both, ju 'nd uh brew.' With a grunt he let her up. 'Dat sound gud, eh?'

Gauls · April 24, 2008, 01:16 PM

Grik

The center of the room was where all the commotion was going on and so the quieter sides near the walls would have been the best place to grab an empty table. After Grik sits, he is greeted by the barmaiden.

: Listening to Grik :

The barmaiden had heard it all before and was obliged to stroke Grik's ego as she does with all her customers. She slapped Grik on top of the head. It was an affectionate slap but also laid down the law that the urak had to still treat her lady-like despite what she was. That was always difficult for the male orcs to do.

The slap she gave only drew a quick glance over by Phlog, the gothmog zim kadir (Beer Tent Master) behind the bar. "Me git'cha brew now. Ju can hab a strumpet later fer desert." she said winking to Grik as she went off to fetch his angrybrew.

After returning to Grik's table she sets the mug on the table in front of him then attempts to sit on Grik's lap. "So, wud ya in here fer besides da company?"

She looked deep into Grik's eyes as if she really cared about his motivation for coming here.