The Gilded Golden Goblin [A Ruined Pub]

[Dungeon Delver]

Welcome, welcome stranger! Come on inside and enjoy what Dale's newest tavern has to offer! This is the Gilded Golden Goblin, see that goblin standing over the hearth over yonder? That's him, that's the gilded golden goblin hisself. Little bugger got himself captured during a raid and an example had to be made of him. So now he gets to be the patron of the greatest pub in all the Northern Lands! Take a seat anywhere, there's tables and chairs aplenty. We've got every kind of beer or liquor you could conceive of. Pumpkin ale? You bet! Black rum? Absolutely! Blackberry Mead? You're kidding right? And the food? Oh, stranger, you have no idea what you're in for. We have the best chefs this side of the Iron Hills. They can make anything you can conceive, even if no one on earth has ever heard of it before, and they'll make it better than you could dream. Do take care, stranger not to get too rowdy, see those two strong lads over there? Yeah, the two seven foot tall behemoths, if they think you're getting too deep your cups and start gettin' too wild they'll be sure to toss you out on your butt. Takes a lot for them to get involved though, follow the normal rules and ye should be just fine

You came on a fortuitous night, stranger. Tonight is the best night of the year! It's the Beard Contest! What? You ain't never heard of the Beard Contest? Have ye been living beneath a rock stranger? No, no I mean no offense, of course not. The Beard Contest, well that's the culmination of Beard Week, an entire week celebrating the Dwarven beard. The greatest dwarves from all over the world will be here tonight. Here, tonight in my pub! Ah the glory. They'll be judged on just how glorious and marvelous their beards are. The winner goes home with their beards weight in gold!

Take a seat and order a drink, stranger, the festivities are just about to begin!

Some quick rules, just in case:
- To enter, you needn't a dwarf, but you must have a glorious beard, just indicate in your opening post that you wish to partake
- No gifs please
- No bright colors
- This is not a serious pub (read between the lines here)

[Romeran]

Broke again, Thror Blackrage found himself in Dale. Work had been scarce lately and the last two jobs had gone sour when in a fit of anger Thror had killed his client during an argument before he was able to collect his fees. It was hard enough finding work as a battlerager and mercenary as it was let alone as one with a reputation for being almost as like to kill his client as his target.

Ale did not make such judgments, however, and Thror, though he had only a few silver pieces to his name, planned to spend what he had on his favorite dark and strong drink. When he learned about the beard contest his first thought was that there was a chance for free drinks for contestants. Or at least the ability to use that as an excuse when he was unable to pay the tab. But then he considered the prize of actually winning and precisely how much ale he might purchase with the winnings. Thror began to do the calculation but quickly became bored.

Luckily for Thror Blackrage he, like most of his kin, sported a long and thick beard. Like his hair, Thror’s beard was a dark almost black brown color. He kept it neatly brushed, a surprising fact given his attitude and profession, and in loosely braided and forked towards the bottom. Thror looked across the bar as he entered with his one good eye and grunted. It would have to do. At least there was the prospects of free drinks.

“I’ll be enterin’ the beard contest o’ course” he said, strolling confidently up to the bar and announcing himself to the bartender and whoever else was within earshot. “And I’ll be ‘avin a proper pint o’ yer finest darkest ale while yer at it” he said and sat down on on of the bar stools heavily with a thud.

[Borromino]

Borromino entered the tavern nearly crashing after the door. He was too fatigued by his last travel. And his boots were more unclean than his beard . After recovering , Borromino looked aroung himself in the dark colours, just in time to hear about a beard contest. WHat an absurd thing for him. With all the things to do and many mines to explore.

He stood a bit astounished by the chaos, when his attention was captured by the figure of anothe one ( Thror Blackrage ). Borromino decided to give a chance to the unknown moving forward , while he ordered to the barmann a special double beer.

"Hi " said the dwarf looking suspiciously to Thror Blackrage