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Located under a dangling red and white sign depicting a rearing stallion and the simple word 'tavern', the Rearing Stallion is located near Stormhold in the first ring within the city. One of the first taverns established in Syliras, The Rearing Tavern is a quiet place during the day that runs towards rowdy at night. There are no rooms to rent here. Instead, there is just simple food and lots of flowing Syliran ale. The main room is open with simple wooden chairs and tables scattered throughout. A bar runs the entire length of one side, which divides the kitchen from the actual tavern portion of the facility itself. The main tavern has several dart boards and a small raised dais at the north end for traveling bards to make a few coin. The Rearing Stallion always provides entertainers with free flowing ale.
Low lights grace each table in the form of lanterns that produce just enough light to see what one is eating. Though often filled with people of ill repute, the Rearing Stallion has been known to host off duty Syliran Knights. No one asks too many questions within the establishment because there are a remarkable lack of brawls. Other more seedier places exist for such things. The food, when the kitchen is operating, is hearty and well filling as well as being decent priced.
An enormous fireplace graces one end of the tavern, its chimney sharing brickwork with the kitchen hearth. Arguably the best seats in the house are near the fire, especially in the winter. But those seats are also the best lit. A man can find himself company in the Rearing Stallion as well, though if it goes further than lap warming, one must seek the alley behind the tavern for privacy since no rooms are available. The owner of the Rearing Stallion, an ex-Syliran Knight by the name of Kevith Aargon is now its brewmaster. His wife Remi Aargon cooks all the homemade meals. Their son Seth Aargon waits tables (but just until he's old enough to join the knighthood himself), while two unrelated barmaids - Brucila Sauvi and Carmen Mistra, ferry ale and wine from table to table.
If there is ever any trouble in the Rearing Stallion, Kevith tends to take care of it. Though he's lacking an arm and now retired from the knighthood because of it and other injuries, he's still well-trained in a decent fight. He's taught his son and the barmaids as well.
Name: Kevith Aargon
Race: Human
DoB: 42nd Winter, 457 AV.
PoB: Zeltiva
Title: Owner and Brewmaster of the Rearing Stallion (Ex-Knight)
Skills: Leadership: 65, Riding (horse): 45, Longsword: 60, Shield: 36, Tactics: 32, Unarmed Combat: 40, Brawling: 35, Brewing: 55
Gnosis: None
Additional Info: Kevith Aargon is a gruff, no-nonsense former knight. While pleasant with customers, he is the sort of barkeep who has a zero tolerance from a fight. Despite his lack of one arm Kevith is quick to lay down the law in his own tavern. Towards his employees, he expect the same strict, military work ethic that he maintains himself. Laziness is not tolerated either among those who work for him. Underneath his thick shell he’s got a kinder heart and if he gets talking about the different types of beer and ale he could go on for hours. Part of him still longs to be a Syliran knight but even if he had two functional arms, he realizes that his is now beyond his prime.
History:Kevith Aargon was born and raised in the Old Quarter in Zeltiva and was raised among the conservative, erudite folk who made their residence around the University. Despite his upbringing Kevith Aargon didn't feel as though he fit in with the scholars of Zeltiva. He would rather be playing in the streets or chasing after horses then accompany his peers as they sat through lessons or practiced their penmanship. His was a more tactical, physical intellect and his resourcefulness was always a source of trouble growing up. It was his charismatic personality that attracted a his group of friends growing up, and it was said charisma that kept those who would tolerate his daring antics. Naturally, he never left a challenge unanswered.
It was during one of such dare that he witnessed his first true crime. The dare was little more of a prank to enter into a rich widow's home to steal her undergarments. While he hid in the shadows on the way to her chambers, Kevith watched he watched as a thief broke into the house, take out the widow before she even had a chance to scream and steal whatever precious items he could find. Although the woman had only been knocked unconscious, this first taste of brutality led him to pursue a path to stop such crimes from occurring. Once he was a little older he left for Syliras with a caravan to learn to become a knight and used the money his parents had saved up for his tuition to pay for the trip and equipment.
It didn’t take him long to become skilled in combat with diligent and intense training. He quickly made friends within the order and was recognized by his superioers as leadership material. During his time in Syliras he rose up the ranks first becoming a fully-fledged knight and eventually the rank of a Stewart Knight. He took his duties seriously and passionately fought to maintain the peace the knights had worked so hard to create.
By his early forties he still had no wife. Such was the mark of a man far too devoted to his work to have considered such "frivolities" as he put it. But as fate had it, one day when he was training his squire to ride his first Tiaden, something strange spooked the warhorse and sent it bolting towards a young lady. The huge horse reared high into the air and in that moment Ser Kevith lunged at the woman to knock her out of the way before the Tiaden’s hooves thudded loudly on the cobblestone. And such was how he met Remi who would soon become his wife.
After a few years of marriage, Ser Kevith was sent with a wing to investigate a group of bandits that were disrupting the trade along the Kabrin Road between Syliras and Zeltiva. The bandits were no match for the knights, but what Kevith could not have expected the use of poison tipped daggers. He suffered a large gash in his right forearm and the poison caused a rapid necrosis. By the time he got back, the doctors insisted that they had to amputate the arm. It was excruciatingly painful but he survived. He then retired with honors from the knights and spent his days in a deep melancholy over his arm. Later that year Remi gave him new hope when she discovered a new position at a local tavern. Apparently the owner had passed away due to an illness and the heir was not interested in running the tavern. He finally accepted that he could no longer be the knight that he was or wanted to be and that while running the tavern he could pursue his interest in brewing. Now after more than ten years of business, Ser Kevith is proud to be the provider peace, safety and good ale at the Rearing Stallion.
Credit to Sayana for the NPC write ups
Name: Remi Aargon
Race: Human
DoB: 64th Summer, 477 AV.
PoB: Syliras
Title: Cook at the Rearing Stallion
Skills: Cooking: 54 Food preservation: 37 Gardening: 30 Brewing: 22 Storytelling: 10 Sewing: 15 Drawing: 12 Teaching: 15
Gnosis: None
Additional Info: Remi is a homely cook who runs the Rearing Stallion alongside her husband Kevith Aargon. She often keeps to the kitchens preparing meal after delicious meal as she spins tales to her employees or children who find their way towards the back of the tavern. She is a kindly soul who would not think twice about giving out treats to young ones or a sample from her pot. This maternal instinct is very apparent in the way she cherishes her son despite her husband's insistance that she coddles him but she is more then likely to give out unsolicited advice to her employees. During the busy seasons she’ll hire an additional cook but she always makes it clear that she is head cook should they be more skilled than her.
History:
From a young age Remi began her work in the kitchens. However, as a scullery instead. “Fetch this, clean that, sweep up that mess,” was the constant nagging of her superior. When she became an official barmaid it was no better. Her shy, blossoming personality was hardly a fit for the rowdy tavern that was just as likely to bring the knights in for disorderly conduct as it was for harrassment of the barmaids. Finally, at the age of 22 she quit and left the tavern for good, or so she thought. To earn a living she pursued the only other work she had any skill in: sewing.
Not long after, she met Ser Kevith Aargon who rescued her from getting trampled by a panicked horse. She quickly fell in love with him despite their age gap, and they grew very fond of each other. This was when she learned that the best way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, and as a result she discovered her own love of cooking.
It was a few years into their marriage when Ser Kevith had his injury. He came back from his patrol of the Kabrin Road with a deep gash in his forearm and a raging infection that he attributed to poison. The arm had to come off or risk letting the infection spread. Remi’s tears did little to change the matter but later that season there was something new to consider. The previous owner of the tavern Remi had worked for many years ago had recently passed away due to illness and his only heir had no interest in running the tavern himself. The knighthood, who owned the property and the buisness there, advertised the new availability for ownership which Remi discovered by accident on her way to work..
Remi discussed the possibility of running the tavern with Ser Kevith and although it took him a while to accept the fact that he was now no longer a knight, he agreed to buy it. He was able to pursue his relatively unexplored interest in brewing, while Remi became the head cook. The only thing Remi insisted was to change the sign of the tavern so she would no longer be reminded of her younger days as a barmaid. Together they agreed to paint a rearing stallion on the sign in recognition of the event that had caused them to meet. Now, after what seems like ages, the tavern is still going strong and it is as though the tavern had always been called the Rearing Stallion.
Low lights grace each table in the form of lanterns that produce just enough light to see what one is eating. Though often filled with people of ill repute, the Rearing Stallion has been known to host off duty Syliran Knights. No one asks too many questions within the establishment because there are a remarkable lack of brawls. Other more seedier places exist for such things. The food, when the kitchen is operating, is hearty and well filling as well as being decent priced.
An enormous fireplace graces one end of the tavern, its chimney sharing brickwork with the kitchen hearth. Arguably the best seats in the house are near the fire, especially in the winter. But those seats are also the best lit. A man can find himself company in the Rearing Stallion as well, though if it goes further than lap warming, one must seek the alley behind the tavern for privacy since no rooms are available. The owner of the Rearing Stallion, an ex-Syliran Knight by the name of Kevith Aargon is now its brewmaster. His wife Remi Aargon cooks all the homemade meals. Their son Seth Aargon waits tables (but just until he's old enough to join the knighthood himself), while two unrelated barmaids - Brucila Sauvi and Carmen Mistra, ferry ale and wine from table to table.
If there is ever any trouble in the Rearing Stallion, Kevith tends to take care of it. Though he's lacking an arm and now retired from the knighthood because of it and other injuries, he's still well-trained in a decent fight. He's taught his son and the barmaids as well.
Kevith Aargon
Name: Kevith Aargon
Race: Human
DoB: 42nd Winter, 457 AV.
PoB: Zeltiva
Title: Owner and Brewmaster of the Rearing Stallion (Ex-Knight)
Skills: Leadership: 65, Riding (horse): 45, Longsword: 60, Shield: 36, Tactics: 32, Unarmed Combat: 40, Brawling: 35, Brewing: 55
Gnosis: None
Additional Info: Kevith Aargon is a gruff, no-nonsense former knight. While pleasant with customers, he is the sort of barkeep who has a zero tolerance from a fight. Despite his lack of one arm Kevith is quick to lay down the law in his own tavern. Towards his employees, he expect the same strict, military work ethic that he maintains himself. Laziness is not tolerated either among those who work for him. Underneath his thick shell he’s got a kinder heart and if he gets talking about the different types of beer and ale he could go on for hours. Part of him still longs to be a Syliran knight but even if he had two functional arms, he realizes that his is now beyond his prime.
History:Kevith Aargon was born and raised in the Old Quarter in Zeltiva and was raised among the conservative, erudite folk who made their residence around the University. Despite his upbringing Kevith Aargon didn't feel as though he fit in with the scholars of Zeltiva. He would rather be playing in the streets or chasing after horses then accompany his peers as they sat through lessons or practiced their penmanship. His was a more tactical, physical intellect and his resourcefulness was always a source of trouble growing up. It was his charismatic personality that attracted a his group of friends growing up, and it was said charisma that kept those who would tolerate his daring antics. Naturally, he never left a challenge unanswered.
It was during one of such dare that he witnessed his first true crime. The dare was little more of a prank to enter into a rich widow's home to steal her undergarments. While he hid in the shadows on the way to her chambers, Kevith watched he watched as a thief broke into the house, take out the widow before she even had a chance to scream and steal whatever precious items he could find. Although the woman had only been knocked unconscious, this first taste of brutality led him to pursue a path to stop such crimes from occurring. Once he was a little older he left for Syliras with a caravan to learn to become a knight and used the money his parents had saved up for his tuition to pay for the trip and equipment.
It didn’t take him long to become skilled in combat with diligent and intense training. He quickly made friends within the order and was recognized by his superioers as leadership material. During his time in Syliras he rose up the ranks first becoming a fully-fledged knight and eventually the rank of a Stewart Knight. He took his duties seriously and passionately fought to maintain the peace the knights had worked so hard to create.
By his early forties he still had no wife. Such was the mark of a man far too devoted to his work to have considered such "frivolities" as he put it. But as fate had it, one day when he was training his squire to ride his first Tiaden, something strange spooked the warhorse and sent it bolting towards a young lady. The huge horse reared high into the air and in that moment Ser Kevith lunged at the woman to knock her out of the way before the Tiaden’s hooves thudded loudly on the cobblestone. And such was how he met Remi who would soon become his wife.
After a few years of marriage, Ser Kevith was sent with a wing to investigate a group of bandits that were disrupting the trade along the Kabrin Road between Syliras and Zeltiva. The bandits were no match for the knights, but what Kevith could not have expected the use of poison tipped daggers. He suffered a large gash in his right forearm and the poison caused a rapid necrosis. By the time he got back, the doctors insisted that they had to amputate the arm. It was excruciatingly painful but he survived. He then retired with honors from the knights and spent his days in a deep melancholy over his arm. Later that year Remi gave him new hope when she discovered a new position at a local tavern. Apparently the owner had passed away due to an illness and the heir was not interested in running the tavern. He finally accepted that he could no longer be the knight that he was or wanted to be and that while running the tavern he could pursue his interest in brewing. Now after more than ten years of business, Ser Kevith is proud to be the provider peace, safety and good ale at the Rearing Stallion.
Credit to Sayana for the NPC write ups
Remi Aargon
Name: Remi Aargon
Race: Human
DoB: 64th Summer, 477 AV.
PoB: Syliras
Title: Cook at the Rearing Stallion
Skills: Cooking: 54 Food preservation: 37 Gardening: 30 Brewing: 22 Storytelling: 10 Sewing: 15 Drawing: 12 Teaching: 15
Gnosis: None
Additional Info: Remi is a homely cook who runs the Rearing Stallion alongside her husband Kevith Aargon. She often keeps to the kitchens preparing meal after delicious meal as she spins tales to her employees or children who find their way towards the back of the tavern. She is a kindly soul who would not think twice about giving out treats to young ones or a sample from her pot. This maternal instinct is very apparent in the way she cherishes her son despite her husband's insistance that she coddles him but she is more then likely to give out unsolicited advice to her employees. During the busy seasons she’ll hire an additional cook but she always makes it clear that she is head cook should they be more skilled than her.
History:
From a young age Remi began her work in the kitchens. However, as a scullery instead. “Fetch this, clean that, sweep up that mess,” was the constant nagging of her superior. When she became an official barmaid it was no better. Her shy, blossoming personality was hardly a fit for the rowdy tavern that was just as likely to bring the knights in for disorderly conduct as it was for harrassment of the barmaids. Finally, at the age of 22 she quit and left the tavern for good, or so she thought. To earn a living she pursued the only other work she had any skill in: sewing.
Not long after, she met Ser Kevith Aargon who rescued her from getting trampled by a panicked horse. She quickly fell in love with him despite their age gap, and they grew very fond of each other. This was when she learned that the best way to a man’s heart was through his stomach, and as a result she discovered her own love of cooking.
It was a few years into their marriage when Ser Kevith had his injury. He came back from his patrol of the Kabrin Road with a deep gash in his forearm and a raging infection that he attributed to poison. The arm had to come off or risk letting the infection spread. Remi’s tears did little to change the matter but later that season there was something new to consider. The previous owner of the tavern Remi had worked for many years ago had recently passed away due to illness and his only heir had no interest in running the tavern himself. The knighthood, who owned the property and the buisness there, advertised the new availability for ownership which Remi discovered by accident on her way to work..
Remi discussed the possibility of running the tavern with Ser Kevith and although it took him a while to accept the fact that he was now no longer a knight, he agreed to buy it. He was able to pursue his relatively unexplored interest in brewing, while Remi became the head cook. The only thing Remi insisted was to change the sign of the tavern so she would no longer be reminded of her younger days as a barmaid. Together they agreed to paint a rearing stallion on the sign in recognition of the event that had caused them to meet. Now, after what seems like ages, the tavern is still going strong and it is as though the tavern had always been called the Rearing Stallion.
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