Difference between revisions of "Stormcloak Inn"
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|Type=Inn | |Type=Inn | ||
|Location=Dock Street, [[Dock Ward of Waterdeep|Dock Ward]] | |Location=Dock Street, [[Dock Ward of Waterdeep|Dock Ward]] | ||
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|Provender=• '''Swill:''' The Stormcloak now serves only its house swill, crafted haphazardly by the new owner when he can be bothered to tend to the barrels of the stuff, or when he can purchase (or steal) some vile cheap mixture or another. | |Provender=• '''Swill:''' The Stormcloak now serves only its house swill, crafted haphazardly by the new owner when he can be bothered to tend to the barrels of the stuff, or when he can purchase (or steal) some vile cheap mixture or another. | ||
|Services=• '''Rooms:''' Though the rooms are plentiful, they are largely inhabited by vicious sorts who may or may not actually pay to dwell there. No folk with any sense inquire about rooms here. | |Services=• '''Rooms:''' Though the rooms are plentiful, they are largely inhabited by vicious sorts who may or may not actually pay to dwell there. No folk with any sense inquire about rooms here. | ||
Revision as of 04:17, 7 July 2016
Stormcloak Inn
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Inn
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Dock Street, Dock Ward
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Rankings
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Provender
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| • Swill: The Stormcloak now serves only its house swill, crafted haphazardly by the new owner when he can be bothered to tend to the barrels of the stuff, or when he can purchase (or steal) some vile cheap mixture or another. |
Services
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| • Rooms: Though the rooms are plentiful, they are largely inhabited by vicious sorts who may or may not actually pay to dwell there. No folk with any sense inquire about rooms here. |
Staff
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| • Suthann Stormcloak, the new owner that inherited the Stormcloak from his now passed father (hm). |
Map
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Though it once skirted the edge of being truly a despicable dive, the Inn has long since leapt over that edge and over the cliff since the death of its owner several years ago, and its inheritance by his son. The Stormcloak is now known as a filthy pit that serves only swill. Its taproom floor is long-soaked with blood, and the place smells of it - it is the haunt of local thugs, and only the most desperate or drunken of sailors and roughneck dock-hands come here at all.
