The inn sits among a forest populated primarily by broadleaf trees such as aspen, maple, and some rather large oaks, interspersed with enough pine and evergreen to keep it almost hidden during the winter months. If one faces the front of the inn, which faces west, to the far left is the bank of a river, the water clear, deep, and slow-moving. The bank has been built up and a fortified stone wall has been built for several miles along the bank to help in the reduction of flooding threat. The river is approximately 25 yards across, with thick vegeatation on the opposing bank, the near bank consisting of loose sand, with little grass due to the frequent passage of people over it. A dirt road is the only access through the trees to the tavern. The road passes by and crosses a large, sturdy stone bridge that spans the river a mile or so down the bank from the inn.

The inn itself is an old stone structure, built of native stone and a rather quiet grey in color, still sturdy and leak free though the stones show signs of blackness, as if they had once been burnt. There are two chimneys, the one to the rear of the inn slightly crooked to the left. A sign hangs above the door, a once vibrantly colored sign with a red rose on it, with a single teardrop falling from one petal, and letters written in black "Inn of the Weeping Rose". A hitching post it set on either side of the wide, high doorway, and a barn has been obviously recently built to the rear and side of the building, also made from native stone. A corral is attached, therefore to the barn. Above the door to the tavern, burnt into the wood of the door-way, is a warning rune to keep dragons out.

Inside, as one enters, is a rather large taproom, more than forty feet from the doorway to the rear. Several round, heavy oaken tables sit off to the right, as many as ten of the large tables with rather plain, crudely carved chairs that look as if someone had truly made an attempt at making them beautiful, but lacked the woodworking skills to do so. To the left is a long bar, with fifteen or so simple stools along it and a swinging door to keep out patrons. Off to the right, once more, just beside the door, is a staircase that winds up to the second floor of three. The stairs end in a walkway balcony that bends back along one wall, allows people to see the doors of the first floor rooms for rent, and thus creates an overhang onto the first floor over the tables, still allowing a clearance of ten feet between the rooms' floors and the floor of the lowest floor. At the end of the walkway is another stairway with leads to the third floor, which has a double row of rooms, bringing the total to fifteen rather large rooms, all equipped with bed, basin and pitcher, mirror, dresser, several lanterns, and closet. Back on the first floor, a few pegs hang to the left of the door for coats and such. The front fireplace is hidden, behind the bar in a kitchen area, the rear fireplace at the far end of the room, with a few couches along the walls. The couch-room and actual taproom are separated by a stone half-wall that stands about four feet tall, allowing those in the taproom and those in the couch-room to speak to each other. A walkway was left in the middle, without a door, for people to use. A crossed halberd and spear are hung above the fireplace, both shining and showing years of wear on their sill-sharp blades. The Inn prides itself on its selection of odd wines, beers and ales, including a rather tart, Green wine.

A lovely young female walks out of the kitchen area and wipes her hands on a simple white apron. She smiles, pushing a strand of red hair from her face. "Greetings," she says. "Welcome to the Inn of the Weeping Rose." Her manner is pleasant, her body slender and tall. Her hair is dark red and her eyes a dark green. She is garbed in the simple clothing of a worker, her chin holding the tilt of someone with great pride in what they have. "My name is Kemra and this is my Inn. If I am not here, you may desire to discuss things with one of my helpers; my barhand Derek, or my cook Maria. They would be more than happy to help you." She smiles, then looks over her shoulder. "If you'll excuse me now....help yourself!" She smiles and runs back into the back as a rather large, burly fellow with a shock of black hair and a boyish glint in his black eyes rubs down the bar to a shine.

GUIDELINES

1. This is a primarily free-form room. Therefore some things are allowed that wouldn't normally be in other rooms in the use of magic. It relies upon the honesty of the players to survive. If you have any questions on my ideas on this whole subject, email me at shesiran@hotmail.com and I'll be more than happy to discuss it with you.

2. This is an AD&D room(Forgotten Realms setting), and compliance to this would be greatly appreciated.

3. I have the power, of course, to ban people. But I highly doubt I will ever have the need to do so unless people complain to me about someone. In that case, they'll get two warnings.

4. Have fun, that's what the Inn is HERE for.

Thank you and ENJOY!!!!

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