Maybe you should go find Outsiders, your kind isn’t welcome around here…
In these halls men come to worship their one true god…
With a florish of his sky blue cape, he deposited his delectable bundle on the table. He efficiently began to serve those who where sitting about the table. After the clinking of a few coins, he was gone. It was scene repeated day in and day out around the city, such was the way of the SkyBlue men.
At the end of a long day it’s always nice to run across an unexpected inn…
The focus of discontent between Vandergraff and Powlgraff, the Cathedral was built of ambition and rose marble.
The Purple Bowl is a very nice place in a very bad part of town. From the outside, it seems like nothing but a grungy tavern. The inside reveals much more.
Got a good joke to tell?
Quietly situated between chic salons of the nobility and the grand halls of the great guilds is the Tabernacle of Discrete Amusements.
“He was a Savior.”
“No, he was a Madman.
This tavern is the place-to-be establishment of Shorenar Vas, a bustling riverside trade town of Veldea. Each night the tavern packs full of practically every man with a heavy pocket and a round stomach in the town. Should you be in the area, there’s no place better for some good slop and a quick flop than the Golden Frog.
The Tired Traveler’s Tavern Guide (new with alliteration) is the beginning of a compilation of taverns and tavern resources for travelers of all realms, should as they need a place to rest or munch. Whether you need a fully-fledged tavern with history and a table map, or just a name to get you started, this should get you off on the right foot.
A closed fist and an open palm can solve all problems, at least according to the Jack of Irons. If you walk into this tavern, you might just receive both.
Taverns are the love of my life. This post is a compendium of around 100 tavern names, from fine dining to coarse fighting, to use in your campaign or world.
Finghaart’s sausages hasn’t moved since its founding. For all its reknown, it is quite a poor neighborhood.
Which is worse - a foolish mage or a drunken wizard? When halfmage Rolan Haraweir settled down to found a tavern in the Jewel City, this question became the basis for its name. The answer is still hotly debated over steaming mugs of spice-wine to this day.
bastille, big cage, big house, big school, black hole, booby hatch, brig, bucket, bull pen, caboose, cage, calaboose, can, cell, clink, concentration camp, cooler, coop, county hotel, death house, detention camp, detention centre, doing time, dungeon, fish bowl, freezer, inside, Jail, Jailhouse, joint, jug, keep, limbo, lockup, mill, pen, penal institution, penitentiary, pokey, pound, prison, rack, reformatory, slammer, solitary, statesville, stir, stockade, tank, there are hundreds of names and hundreds of thousands of different ones. What are yours?
Many think gold and silk are the way to wealth, but people always need to eat and they hate to eat the "same old bland thing". Thus they will always buy herbs, spices, and salt.
The Local Barron does not own this business, but he certain keeps it in business. It was named in his honor by two (now old) men who realized that non wizard generated cold drinks and foods could be profitable. In doing such, they have literally change the country.
Brownworks is a leatherworking shop and store. It is not much to look at from the outside. You know it is a leather shop the moment you open the door.
The city is large enough, and filled with enough nobles and rich merchants, that it can support a number of "frivolous businesses". Thus Garden in the City is the first Florist in the city (heck… in The Land).
Darklings are a kind of Halflings living in the sewer of medium to large cities.
Even though they smell badly and are quite dirty, Darklings are friendly and clever.
They try to limit the knowledge about their existence to only a small number of trustworthy persons, including player characters.
Darklings trade in information. Money, weapons and magical items have no value for them. This is why they hide beneath the sewer grates, listening to all that is said in the city above.