I like this, with the added aspect, particularly the touch about it being a place involving the God of Travel. I could easily see such a place; wandering at the whim of the divine, showing up to offer the road-worn wanderers a place to shelter from the elements for a night, with a good hot meal and some good drink to fortify them from the journey's resumption. And then, they wake, bellies full, from a night's slumber they do not recall, to resume their journey with the god's blessing strong upon them. Go to Comment
This is actually more of a plot than a place, as it stands right now.
Nicely executed, thank you for writing in an appropriate style and with good Grammar and Spelling.
If you could simply add the rational, the reason for why this happens to the post, it would be a winner. Now I know, you are saying "But where is the mystery" or "well everyone should just figure out their own reasons". The point of this site is to give strong, well developed ideas for others to use. If you are still of the "well you need to figure it out", give a list of three to four options for us to pick from (or inspire our own answer). Go to Comment
Its short, and there are no major writing flaws such as bad spacing, or alot of misspelled words. I would like it better if there was more detail, possibly about the innitself, perhaps the style of clothing of the building itself seeming out of date with more regular inns. I am also curious to know what caused it to become a ghostly wandering inn in the first place.
I agree with Scras here however I felt it should be more of a plot than a location.
If this was detailed out a little more then I think it would be a great submission.
1) How did the Inn become the way it is? Was it a real place and something foul happened to make it a wandering, ghostly inn?
2) I think that should anyone enter the inn there should be something amiss that could lead to a few questions about its origin and authenticity. A ghostly image seen from the corner of the eye but when looked at, it was mearly a women coming down the stairs or a page boy coming in from the stable.
This has a lot of promise, please continue with the fleshing out. I would love to see where this goes. Go to Comment
Updated: Updated: Forgive the roughness of this tale, and forgive how long it has been since original post, in truth I has forgotten all about it until recently.
Long ago, you requested a fleshing out of this dismally short description, and I only recently remembered it, and late this night a lesser muse struck me and I just added to it. Go to Comment
The accepted mode of getting otherwise unobtainable information is to go visit the cranky old hermit living in the mountains. It's just the sensible thing to do. So, naturally, everyone takes their monthly excursion to the hermit's hovel to consult him on everything, from lock-jaw to lovesickness, necromancers to nasal viruses.
Now, if everyone's always visiting the poor old hermit, there's going to be an enormous queue... "Wellcome to the Hermitt's Hovele, Please Take Ye a Number and Have Ye a Seate" reads the sign outside the packed dwelling.
Imagine the poor hermit, having retreated into the mountains to escape this precise situation...