11-29-2020, 09:32 PM
The eternal starry sky turned over the Rock of Bral as it has for untold eons, but this day the stars seemed a little dimmer than usual as they had to compete with the lights, fireworks, and brilliant illusory entertainments that filled the Great Market for the celebration of Crozar's Day. This celebration was held annually in memory of the the great King Crozar, widely recognized as the "father of the Rock" and the grandfather of the current ruler, Prince Andru.
The mansions of the High City were flooded with lights and people as each tried to outdo the other for one of the most, if not the most, widely celebrated holidays on the Rock. Consequently the Watch was on high alert and there were increased patrols and standing guards all over the High and Middle Cities. The Great Market was more crowded than it had been in years, and the smell and sounds of hundreds of various races packed closely together created a pungent miasma over the area.
On the dockside of the Market sits a tavern well known to many of the spacers and merchants that frequent the Great Market and various craftsmen of the area, the Keelhauled Scavver. This large tavern features two floors, the lower floor being an open eating and drinking social area, with a slightly elevated stage in the back corner, currently occupied by a elvish bard and a few backup musicians performing a long-form piece about the legendary Spelljammer herself. The upper floor offers rentable private meeting rooms, and larger group dining spaces. Two doors set in the wall facing the Market provide easy entrance and exit on either side of the large bar of glossy Torilian hardwood. The general floor is about three quarters full with a wide array of races and interesting people, and numerous waitstaff move among the tables.
In the other open corner of the main floor, near a rear exit that is barred from the inside, a large corkboard serves as a general information distribution center with notices in nearly a dozen languages about a wide variety of offered services, ships hiring crew, people looking for mercenaries of one stripe of another, advertisements for joining the Watch or the various other guilds of the Rock.
The mansions of the High City were flooded with lights and people as each tried to outdo the other for one of the most, if not the most, widely celebrated holidays on the Rock. Consequently the Watch was on high alert and there were increased patrols and standing guards all over the High and Middle Cities. The Great Market was more crowded than it had been in years, and the smell and sounds of hundreds of various races packed closely together created a pungent miasma over the area.
On the dockside of the Market sits a tavern well known to many of the spacers and merchants that frequent the Great Market and various craftsmen of the area, the Keelhauled Scavver. This large tavern features two floors, the lower floor being an open eating and drinking social area, with a slightly elevated stage in the back corner, currently occupied by a elvish bard and a few backup musicians performing a long-form piece about the legendary Spelljammer herself. The upper floor offers rentable private meeting rooms, and larger group dining spaces. Two doors set in the wall facing the Market provide easy entrance and exit on either side of the large bar of glossy Torilian hardwood. The general floor is about three quarters full with a wide array of races and interesting people, and numerous waitstaff move among the tables.
In the other open corner of the main floor, near a rear exit that is barred from the inside, a large corkboard serves as a general information distribution center with notices in nearly a dozen languages about a wide variety of offered services, ships hiring crew, people looking for mercenaries of one stripe of another, advertisements for joining the Watch or the various other guilds of the Rock.
