Haven

[nubz]

What could one tell you about a city named Haven, that isn't clear from the name itself?

Haven is one step above a highway bandit's cave, and one step below a slum. Its a place where names are optional, so everyone answers to "Hey!" Little can be found that's worth wanting, but everything has a price.

Scattered among the dozen (or so) buildings one can easily find the tavern, barracks, and Inn - conveniently located in the same building. The closest you'll find to a Smith is the stableboy. He's got a steady hand and a good hammer, but don't expect much beyond a set of horseshoes. Still, give him credit for trying.

Entertainment of a variety can be found, but like as not there's trouble behind every door. As to the law, well...

Let me fill you in on a few details.


Years ago, in a kingdom whose name is oft-argued, there was a knight named Dae'viid. He was your average sort, for the most part, until people started to realize he was able to perform miracles. Far be it from his immaculate bedside manner, NO, he was actually curing the ill above and beyond mere mortal bandaging.

That's right. In a world that hadn't seen a paladin in generations enough that even the dwarves were starting to wonder if it was a thing of legends, the gods deemed a man worthy of gifts near-divine.

He denied it for a few years, and others continued the practice for much longer, but eventually all came to realize that this was in fact the sword-arm of the gods of the old-world, wielding justice and wrath as sword and shield.

The details are known by but a few, and Dae'viid was never one to boast, but his accomplishments were many and varied. Greatest of all, as he would tell it, was his wife and children.

It was a dark day for the world of the living when he returned to his hometown to find his family among the slaughtered. Stories would have one believe that he was off battling a minotaur when a feudal Baron tried to expand his borders. Others say it was marauding gnolls...

Whatever the truth of the matter, he went insane. Dae'viid went on a bloodthirsty rampage, forsaking the gods of old for the taste of revenge. No amount of victims falling to his sword could bring back his beloved, and no matter who he fought or what he drank, there was nothing he could do to change what had happened.

He returned to his home, a shell of a man. The same powers that had once run mighty through his veins were taken from him, all but one - he could not die, and so was forced to live for eternity with the guilt of his actions. Hence, Haven was born. No force of soldiers would dare set foot within eyesight of his once beautiful farmstead. No kingdom great or small would dare to lay siege to this one man... As such, rapists and thieves found a new home, so long as they treated him with respect, and never dared cross his fence.



(OOC: it came from the idea of what would happen if a level 20 fallen paladin ruled a city)

[Larrin]

Chookar is impressed by the town, its almost as magnificent as the shack-like mining town he grew up in...although the workmanship is certainly a bit more shoddy, but thats the way humans are, they're too tall, and thus too far away from their work to see it well enough to do a good job. stands to reason. He slept last night out in the stable, since it was the only place with an anvil hard enough to make a good pillow, and thus when he winds his way into the bar room, there is plenty of straw hidden amongst his already straw colored matted main of hair and beard. He regards the room as friendly enough (as he would even if there were severed heads hanging from the ceiling) and so sits down on a stool next to someone.

"Hey der, hi der, how are ya! Whats good here?"

[Cain]

((OOC: Wasn't sure if we were suposed to post here yet, but oh well))
The man next to him looked like he might be knocked down by a strong wind. In front of him is a glass of water and some packets powders that once before may have been various herbs. There was also a small morter and pestle.
"Oh..uh h-hello.. umm yes I.. I uh don't actualy come to these places very often..so I don't really know.. umm I was just working on trying to make a medicen for, well..hangovers and um...drunkeness..."

[nubz]

The bar looks well worn, but sort of like its well-used, not rundown. The place seems fairly empty - a little too early for the late risers and the early birds are already off to work.

From the looks of things, its well kept and the barkeep seems proud of the fact. His apron is covered in stains and flour, but his hands are clean and so is the glass of water he puts down in front of the newcomer. "Eggs'n toast for breakfast if it be suit'n ya, feller me lad." There's already a fresh loaf of bread and glass of water in front of Philip, which had been offered with such a friendly pat on the back that he was afraid the burly man would swat him clear across the table.

He tops off the glass of a shifty looking lad perched atop a barstool with a pitcher in his right hand while pushing in a now-vacant seat with his left, before disappearing back into the kitchen, clearly visible behind the bar.

[Larrin]

"Ya, i'll have 'em eggs in toast, i'm always up for a toast. last year at me brudders birthday we toasted him so much the next morning his eggs came back up five times! Having the eggs as the toast probably keeps them down better, eh?"

he looks over at the mortar. "That a soup bowl, must have been sitting there a while, its all dried up in there, course it would dry up, it take forver to spoon it up to your gullet with that little nubbins you got there. Me i just drinks my soup straight from the bowl and then froms ma beard. You'd be a little thicker too if you did that, i'm thinkin" he says to phillip.