THE ENCHANTED TREE INN - A tale from Forest Haven (a roleplay thread)

[Leonadritia]

I decided to start a thread in the style of roleplay storytelling.
Basically a text based world where players can interact outside the game but remain fully immersed in character. A continuous story about a little world called pocketlegends and its inhabitants.

Please feel free to join in and add to the story for you are already a part of its history.
When posting please follow the in-game protocol relating to content etc annd please stay in character at all times, please include a little background on your characters roots in your first post so that our players and followers can fully relate to you.
Welcome to my your world, the journey has begun.



____________Prologue____________
As the sun rises over the world of Alterra -
A new day dawns in the town of Forest Haven .
Forest Haven is a small humble town on the outskirts of the Dark Forest.
It offers a warm welcome to many a passing traveller, although its resources maybe basic, it is a town that will have something to offer anyone who enters.

One such traveller is "Leonadritia" , a young cub who has been brought up by a race of felines adept in the arts of magic and healing.
He is young and has much to learn about his arts and the world he is about to discover.
Raised by his parents to respect all that he encounters, be it friend or foe. To be honest at all times and to assist others whenever the need arises.
"Respect that which you know, study the things you dont yet know and learn from what you think you know.".... the words of his father echoing inside his head from their last conversation.
For Leonadritia was maturing now, he was now old enough to set out on his journey and discover his calling in his homeworld of Alterra.

He had packed his travel bags light but with all the relevant items to begin his adventures, his checklist double checked by his mother. " dont forget your staff " his mother kept saying, " it was your fathers and his fathers, your grandfathers..." she would constantly remind him. Ah, the Witch' Forest Fire staff, a greqt little staff for a cub of his age, its a lightweight staff that offers many added attributes to its bearer and had helped many a novice progress their skills.
Clean clothes, lightweight robes that offered not much protection against the elements- tho this matter not too much for Leonadritia as he was already getting used to controlling them, he could already root someone to the spot with an ice spell or knock would be attackers flying with fire.

It had been 6 long months on the road for Leonadritia, a long time alone. The first time he has been away from home. He can still see their faces as he says his goodbyes, his father looking proud and at the same time trying not to show hes upset at his sons decision to embark on this journey. His mother crying tears of both happiness and sorrow - happy that her son is becoming a man and sorrow that shes not there to protect him on his travels.
Oh how he misses them.........
Just then the forest starts to open up and he finds himself on a path.
The path is well trodden as if many many people have traversed it, years of trudging carved into the landscape, a beaten track the marks of many journeys.
After a mile or two he happens across a signpost - "Forest Haven" is carved into the old wooden boards.
He enters the town and is taken aback by its beauty. Street vendors , a blacksmith, stores, many travellers and adventurers from all of Alterras regions. "At last." He thinks, " Im here."
And so our tale begins...........


________________ THE ENCHANTED TREE_______________

Having spent an entire season in Forest Haven, Leonadritia decides it his time to set up home.
He calls upon the friends he has made, to help him build an Inn, a place where any wanderer may rest their weary heads, a place where friendships can be made, stories can be told and legends will be born, a communal hub that anyone can call home.
An outpost offering warmth and shelter to all and any occupants in the lands of Alterra.
He finds a spot on the outskirts of town, another season is spent felling trees and sourcing supplies, the townsfolk - a godsend assisting with his needs, winter turns to spring, spring now nearing summer, blood sweat and tears - many sleepless nights and finally, finally it is finished, two more screws and the sign above the door is hung......
" THE ENCHANTED TREE INN "
Heart of the community.

He steps back and admires his creation.....
A small construction, built from timber of the Dark Forest - black in its colour strong and versatile, thatched roofing adorns its crown like a golden avatar shining hope into the lands. He enters through saloon style doors crossing the floor past many tables and benches to the central bar.
He stands behind the bar and pours the first ever pitcher, places it onto the oak bar and eyes the door awaiting the Inns first visitor...............