~ Outside ~
The Broken Axe is a squat stone and thatch structure. Warm light shines from the thick-glassed windows. Muffled shouts and barks of laughter can be heard from within and the smells cooking food call the hungry to enter. A short downward stairwell leads to a heavy oaken door that serves as the main entrance.
~ Inside ~
Through the entrance you enter a warm inviting commons room with stout tables and benches. The patrons laugher is punctuated with the occasional shout for more ale. Waitresses move between tables with heavily laden trays delivering food and drink, fending off the groping hands of patrons and making the occasional bawdy remark leading to sharp barks of laughter. Behind the bar is a large man of middle years with a long scar cutting through where his left eye used to reside. He fills mugs and shouts out to patrons and waitresses in a loud booming voice.
Seeing your entrance the man behind the bar shouts across the room, Halloo there find yerself a seat or if yer thee impatient soort saunter up here an tell me what yer needin.
Theyre like popcorn you cant eat just one. ~ Chief Slag of the Black Stone orc tribe speaking of halflings.
E-Mail me at ~ blackwalker@hotmail.com
Blackwalker CORE Site (Still under construction)
The Broken Axe is a squat stone and thatch structure. Warm light shines from the thick-glassed windows. Muffled shouts and barks of laughter can be heard from within and the smells cooking food call the hungry to enter. A short downward stairwell leads to a heavy oaken door that serves as the main entrance.
~ Inside ~
Through the entrance you enter a warm inviting commons room with stout tables and benches. The patrons laugher is punctuated with the occasional shout for more ale. Waitresses move between tables with heavily laden trays delivering food and drink, fending off the groping hands of patrons and making the occasional bawdy remark leading to sharp barks of laughter. Behind the bar is a large man of middle years with a long scar cutting through where his left eye used to reside. He fills mugs and shouts out to patrons and waitresses in a loud booming voice.
Seeing your entrance the man behind the bar shouts across the room, Halloo there find yerself a seat or if yer thee impatient soort saunter up here an tell me what yer needin.
Theyre like popcorn you cant eat just one. ~ Chief Slag of the Black Stone orc tribe speaking of halflings.
E-Mail me at ~ blackwalker@hotmail.com
Blackwalker CORE Site (Still under construction)

