Wheel of Time MUD

Summary:
A Gleeman comes across a stedding in his travels, and finds himself (as one would expect) in the local drinking establishment. There, he meets with a local woodsman whom he has a conversation with and offers to station performers in the local barracks to perform for the stedding and Treetop City, particularly at the festivals for which the Foresters have been known to host in the past.

Point of view: Nylen the Magnificent
Main character: Elder Frey of the Foresters
Bartender: Woody
Server: a greedy-looking barmaid
Passerby: Squirrel with a nut



In Front of The Green Man
A large inn sits to the west, its roof built over a single low-hanging
branch. Its walls are a rough, red-oak shingle, overlapping slabs of wood
worn and splintered. A large sign hangs above the door, its peeling paint
depicting a man shaped entirely of leaves and vines. Sprawling coils of ivy
climb the walls of the tavern, their leaves a dark, glossy green. To the
south, the trees of the Stedding press closely together, their boughs and
branches woven together in an impenetrable barrier.
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
There are some tracks of a HUMAN leaving west. <<
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
A glimmering lantern swings idly from a branch.
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
An owl is visible flying high in the sky.

A small nut sails from the branches and strikes Nylen on the head!
Ouch!

Nylen does a series of back handsprings leading to the west.

The Green Man
[ obvious exits: N E ]
Door north: door
Elder Frey Aren'Dai, the Voice of the Woods is standing here.
The postmaster stands here, ready to deliver the mail.
A middle-aged woman offers drinks to patrons.
A bartender serves customers with a greedy smile.

Nylen rubs a bump on the back of his head.

A barmaid hustles about the room, getting ready for new business.
A bartender hustles about the room, getting ready for new business.

Nylen stands and brushes off the dust.

Frey looks up from his book as a colorful man skips into the room.

Nylen says 'Master Frey!'

Frey arches an eyebrow.

Nylen says 'You really should do something about the squirrels outside...'

Nylen says 'They are aggressive with their nuts.'

Frey chuckles politely.

Frey says 'A Gleeman! Quite far from the cities where you usually perform, aren't you?'

Nylen ponders life, the universe, and everything.

Frey gets to his feet.

Frey says 'Bring out a table and chairs woody.'

Woody says 'Of course Frey, I will tell the maid to make sure you and your guests get the best of service.'

The serving maid comes out of the backroom and starts setting up the table and chairs.
The serving maid rubs her back as she is done making you comfortable and moves back out of sight.

Nylen says 'Sometimes my travels take me to strange lands.'

Nylen says 'How else would I collect stories to tell to my audiences?'

Nylen spreads his arms wide.

Nylen says 'What better place than the Great Forest to find mysteries and adventure?'

Frey says 'No one will accuse me of being a bad host.'

Frey winks suggestively at Nylen.

Frey says 'Please, have a seat'

Frey sits down on an old wooden chair.

Frey says 'Is the Stedding a 'Strange Land'?'

Nylen's eyes twinkle as he smiles.

Frey peers closely at Nylen; he should guard his secrets carefully...

Frey says 'Mysteries and adventure I'd agree with you on.'

Nylen pulls out the chair, turns it around and take a seat, resting his arms across the back.

Frey says 'You look like you're here to do business.'

Nylen smiles and says 'Perhaps, but first, what do you Foresters have to drink around here?'

Frey strokes his chin thoughtfully.

Frey clambers to his feet.

Nylen thinks.

Frey ambles up to the bar.

Nylen says 'Or is it Forrester?'

Nylen says 'Forrrrrrester?'

Frey says 'The latter.'

Frey nods at Nylen.

Nylen mumbles something about having heard of the Foresters from a pirate.

Nylen says 'The second latter or the latter latter?'

Frey says 'I usually stick to a respectable water or hot tea, but we do have a variety available. Woody here keeps the bar well stocked.'

Nylen frowns.

A bartender pukes on Frey.

Nylen says 'That's no good.'

Frey frowns.

Nylen says 'You should join me in a drink!'

Frey buys a cup.
A bartender puts some coins in a small purse.

Nylen says 'Life is too short to spend it not at least a little lubricated.'

Nylen's eyes twinkle as he smiles.

Frey sips from the cup.

Frey buys a small keg.
A bartender puts some coins in a small purse.

Frey gives you a small keg.

Frey says 'Is that enough?'

Frey grins evilly.

Nylen buys a tankard.
A bartender tells Nylen 'Enjoy it!'
A bartender puts some coins in a small purse.

Frey sits down on an old wooden chair.

Nylen says 'Might be tight but I can manage.'

Frey smoothly slides into a chair and puts his feet up on the table as he cradles his tea.

Frey sips from the cup.

Nylen knocks open the keg and fills his tankard.

Nylen says 'Self service bar... that's a nice touch.'

Nylen gazes around the room as he takes a deep pull from the tankard.

Nylen says 'I could grow to like a place like this.'

Frey says 'Feel free to try his famous cinnamon honeycake. It's excellent.'

Frey says 'We grow a lot of things here.'

Nylen leans forward.

Nylen raises a hand.

Nylen says 'Woody, a slice of cake please!'

Nylen buys a cinnamon honeycake.
A bartender tells Nylen 'Enjoy it!'
A bartender puts some coins in a small purse.

Nylen says 'Far from the city and my usual audiences though. Though perhaps I could retire here.'

Frey says 'Haven't had a Gleeman in quite some time, however.'

Frey says 'Looking to escape them?'

Frey raises an eyebrow.

Frey clambers to his feet.

Nylen peers closely at him, trying to figure him out.

Nylen frowns at Frey over his cinnamon cake.

Frey says 'Do audiences usually carry torches and pitchforks?'

Nylen says 'My audiences enjoy me. No need to escape, Mr Forrrrrrrester.'

Nylen taps his lip thoughtfully.

Nylen says 'Now that you mention it, they do often have torches and farm implements... I suppose they're ready for the nightlife and have just come in from working the fields.'

Nylen shrugs.

Frey nods to himself, he must need reassurance.

Frey says 'That sounds reasonable.'

Nylen picks thoughtfully at the cinnamon cake.

Frey takes a long sip from his tea as he hides a grin.

Nylen says 'This cake is quite delicious.'

Nylen says 'We should connect my people with your people and have it stocked in my quarters in Tear.'

Frey nods at Nylen.

Frey says 'Woody would love the business I'm sure.'

Nylen says 'Anyhoo.'

Nylen says 'That’s not why I came here today, though it is a delicious benefit.'

Nylen sips from the tankard.

Frey says 'You didn't want to just chat and enjoy the squirrels?'

Nylen give Frey a serious look.

Frey watches a furry critter scurry by the window outside.

Nylen says 'Well the squirrels certainly are an interesting topic.'

Nylen rubs his head.

Nylen says 'Why I came here...'

Frey says 'Go on.'

Frey has arrived from the east.

Nylen says 'I notice in my wanderings, that you have an Illuminator assistant here in your forest...'

Frey says 'That we do. Handy to have nearby for when we do festivals.'

Nylen says 'The Illuminator may be near a pool of water, which is wise, but seems exceedingly dangerous to have fireworks in the midst of a flammable
forest.'

Frey sneaks up on the maid and pinches her bottom!

The serving maid says 'Not while I am working woodsman Frey.'

Nylen arches an eyebrow.

Frey winks at the maid.

Nylen says 'Did you know, that Gleemen put on festivals too?'

Frey says 'Perform? Music? Dancing? Parties? I’d never had guessed…'

Frey grins evilly.

Nylen says 'Perhaps a Gleeman might be more appropriate to perform at a changing of the seasons ceremony, or other such festival that I know the Forrrrrrresters have put on in the past.'

Nylen leans back in his chair.

Nylen gasps as he falls backward, having sat down on the chair in reverse!

Nylen dusts himself off and retakes his seat.

Frey strokes his chin thoughtfully.

Frey says 'You make an interesting point.'

Frey says 'It would greatly improve the dancing to have a practiced voice and some stringed instruments to accompany it.'

Frey chuckles politely.

Nylen nods in agreement.

Nylen says 'I agree.'

Nylen says 'A bunch of people dancing in silence sounds more… occult.'

Nylen squints at his empty tankard and refills it from the keg.

Nylen sips the tankard.
It tastes like dark beer.

Nylen licks his lips.

Frey says ponderously '…”And those seen dancing were thought mad by those who could not hear the music.”'

Frey pauses.

Frey says 'I read that somewhere.'

Nylen looks thoughtful.

Frey shakes his head.

Nylen waves his hand.

Frey says 'Anyway...'

Nylen says 'We have gotten off track again.'

Frey says 'I think there is merit to this idea.'

Nylen says 'So I was thinking, you have a barracks nearby, do you not?'

Nylen sips the tankard.
It tastes like dark beer.

Frey says 'That we do.'

Frey says 'Would you like to see it?'

Nylen says 'I would like to inspect it, yes.'

Nylen says 'As I would like to propose that perhaps a Gleeman could take up residence there, in case he or she is needed.'

Frey says 'Exactly what I was thinking!'

Nylen says 'Excellent! Let us inspect the barracks!'

Frey smiles happily.

Frey nods in agreement.

Frey beckons everyone to follow him.

Nylen grunts as he lifts the half-full keg.

Nylen now follows Frey.

Frey leaves east. >>
Nylen follows Frey.

In Front of The Green Man
[ obvious exits: N W ]
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
There are some tracks of a HUMAN leaving north. ^^
There are some tracks of a HUMAN leaving west. <<
There are some tracks of a HUMAN leaving west. <<
A glimmering lantern swings idly from a branch.
Elder Frey Aren'Dai, the Voice of the Woods is standing here.
A delicate, pastel butterfly is here flying around.
A Tairen bloodstock stallion stands here, tail swaying with the breeze.
A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
An owl is here flying around.

Frey leaves north. ^^
Nylen follows Frey.

Outside a Mound
A thick ironwood bough pushes through the surrounding spicewood trees and
curves overhead, its bark as black as pitch and gnarled with immense age,
its flint-blue leaves small and sharp-edged. The ground is damp and soft,
covered in a thick mulch of leaves and windblown pine needles. The edges of
the path are picked out with large, marbled river stones, each the size of
a man's head. To the east sits a large, turf-covered mound, a small chimney
poking through its roof. A thin trickle of smoke curls lazily into the sky.
[ obvious exits: N E S W ]
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving east.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving north.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving south.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving east.
There are some tracks of a humanoid leaving east.
A mushroom grows here. [3]
Elder Frey Aren'Dai, the Voice of the Woods is standing here.
An astonishingly tall and broad man stands here, with large tufted ears.
An astonishingly tall and broad man stands here, with large tufted ears.

Frey leaves west. <<
Nylen follows Frey.

Frey nods at Nylen.

Tsochan Mound
A gaping hole between slopes of grass forms the entrance to a large mound
which appears to be used to house foreign dignitaries and their retinues as
they conduct business in Stedding Tsochan. A glimpse down a corridor and
through a doorway reveals a dorm containing beds, with huge trunks sitting
at their feet, a place for the occupants to store their belongings.
[ obvious exits: E ]
Elder Frey Aren'Dai, the Voice of the Woods is standing here.
The barracks keeper performs his duties here.

Nylen meanders around, inspecting the room.

Nylen runs his hand along a trunk, inspecting his fingers.

Nylen says 'Ah, nice and clean!'

Frey looks at the barracks keeper.

Nylen pokes his head into one of the dorms.

Nylen says 'A fine place you have here. Nice and cozy.'

Nylen says 'I think this will make an excellent second home for one of our troupe.'

Frey says ‘I will see what I can do to make quarters available to the Gleemen, Master Nylen.’

Nylen says 'I appreciate your hospitality, Master Frey.'

Frey says 'It was nice having you visit.'

Frey smiles happily.

Frey says 'Feel free to come by any time.'

Nylen says 'I shall certainly return to visit your find lands and drinking establishment.'



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