| Denizens of the Inn | |
| Ferghus, the Innkeeper, stands about 6 and a half feet tall, and almost every inch is pure muscle. They say that Ferghus was once one of the greatest warriors in the land, but he never speaks of it. The Great Sword which hangs on the wall behind the bar is likely his, and its very existence, combined with Ferghus' powerful presence, is enough to keep the inn peaceful. Ferghus wears simple breeches and weathered boots. His hairy chest and bulging arms are barely concealed by the faded leather vest he wears. While the red hair atop his head has thinned over time, it still flows down over his shoulders. His matching beard and moustache are well trimmed, but almost long enough to make a dwarf proud. | |
| Maddalyn is not related to Ferghus by blood or marriage, yet many people assume they are kin. Like Ferghus, the bar wench has flaming red hair, which topples over her shoulders in springy curls and fancy waves. Her green eyes and almost flawless pale complexion, marred ever so slightly by a few freckles upon her nose and cheeks, are used to almost as great an advantage as her curvy hips, ample bosom, winning smile and quick wit. Maddalyn however is not just another pretty face. She has managed to put many a warrior to shame with her strong hands and quick reflexes. The fact that her tongue is sharp enough to clip a hedge is reason enough to stay on her good side. | |
| Cattalinia Half-elven is the very spirit of the Caer Falken Inn. The storyteller comes from a rich background and is decended from both the faerie folk and the gypsy people. With raven tresses that reach her lower back and exotic violet eyes, she is the most extraordinary woman to ever set foot in the inn. People come from many leagues away merely to hear the sound of her voice, while others would travel ten times that distance to avoid her. For in her voice is the power of magic, and her tales do what most storytellers only dream of doing. They literally sweep the listener away to foreign places and worlds of adventure. While it is said that men who have listened to her tales have walked away with treasures untold, there are those who have not survived such tellings. For this very reason, no man has ever dared to offend her intentionally, and only the stout of heart will listen to her tales. | |
| Thistlecorn is not a mighty warrior like Ferghus, nor is he as beautiful or graceful to behold as the ladies of the inn. But Thistle is as much a part of the inn as the oaken bar, the cherry wood tables, the blazing hearth and the saw dust covered floors. He is the earth in which the magical seeds are planted in this tavern, and it is impossible not to like this fellow. He always has a kind word or helping hand. Thistlecorn is quick to prepare any meal or be sure that the sheets have been properly changed or the lanterns filled with oil. Thistle is a of the halfling folk, and at roughly three feet tall, he has the energy of those twice his size. | |
| Yarrow is an old man with a long white beard, but his eyes shine sharp and bright in crystaline blue. He walks slowly, but does not hunch or stoop. He is wise and resourceful and has many talents. Yarrow is an aged Wizard who now spends his time selling goods, both magical and mundane. He has a small shop on the grounds of the Caer Falken ruins, and can often be seen having an ale at the Inn. He has proven useful to the adventurers who frequent the inn, identifying magical items, removing curses or selling (or buying) items of great use. Helpful though he may be, his services do not come cheap, and woe betide the one who tries to swindle him. | |