(POI) (Broker) The White Tankard - Chunin Registration
Oct 14, 2019 23:29:22 GMT -7
Post by 👺 Usiel on Oct 14, 2019 23:29:22 GMT -7
The White Tankard
The Tavern
Storage Room
Kitchen
Stairwell
Second Floor
Hallway
Storage Room
Night Rooms
Old Herra's Room
Rikur's Room
Abandoned Rooms
Attic
Personalities
- Rikur Cragson male human, 6 ft, 4 in., 330 lbs., Age 27. Physical Traits: Excellent; Mental Traits: Weak
Rikur is massive, brutish, and ugly in the truest sense of the word. His dark hair is rarely combed and his beard often contains remnants of his latest meal. Stains cover most of his clothing and he carries the constant stench of cheap ale around him in a cloying cloud. Rikur’s only female companionship comes from those he pays, or those he rapes. Size and strength are his greatest attributes, and they are the only things he really knows how to use. Almost every negotiation with Rikur involves direct or implied threats of physical violence. Most of these threats are bluster; Rikur is a coward and is unlikely to fight anyone he thinks can best him.
Rikur’s cowardice keeps him out of the higher level criminal dealings taking place in the White Tankard, while dim witted in most senses, he takes a strong interest in his continued survival. All in all, Rikur is ugly to the very core of his being and is the type of thug that believes that he owns whatever he can take by force. His turn as an “honest” tavern manager is little more than his own cowardice and lack of initiative preventing him from getting into greater, darker crimes.
Rikur is actually the bastard son of a local guildmaster and merely manages the White Tankard. If the public knew who really owned the Tankard, the guildmaster would most likely lose his position in the guild, as well as being horribly embarrassed. Rikur makes a secret weekly trip to the guildmaster’s office to turn over 20% of the Tankard’s proceeds and is too frightened of his father to even consider the idea of blackmailing him.- Old Herra female human, 5 ft. 5 in., 123 lbs., Age 49
Herra has aged well beyond her true years, appearing to be in her late 60’s or older. Wrinkles lining her face are deeper than some valleys and her skin has a mottled, sickly color giving the impression of both age and sickness. She is thin, but stringy and moves in awkward, spastic jerks giving her an almost monstrous air. Herra has known so much violence in her life that she all but expects it, and is casual handing it out to anyone she can dominate. Her sole goal in life is to live another day, she has never looked to the future, or bothered to dream of a better life.