#INN

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The Hunters in the Snow by Pieter Bruegel the Elder

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The Wawnet Inn, just outside the Imperial City in Cyrodiil

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Anju preparing the lunch in the Stock Pot Inn. The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask (Nintendo EAD, 2000)

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Words for Inns & Hotels

Inn

guest house (Old English) ⚜ hostry (1377) ⚜ harbergery; host (1382)

hostel (c.1384) ⚜ hostelry (c.1386) ⚜ harbergage; inn (c.1400)

hostelar (1424) ⚜ host-house (1570) ⚜ fondaco (1599)

auberge; sporting house (1615) ⚜ albergo (1617) ⚜ rancho (1648)

posada (1652) ⚜ public house (1655) ⚜ inn-house (1694)

livery tavern (1787) ⚜ roadhouse (1806) ⚜ meson (1817)

tambo (1830) ⚜ gasthaus (1834) ⚜ estalagem (1835)

locanda (1838) ⚜ temperance inn (c.1849) ⚜ sala (1871)

bush-inn (1881) ⚜ ryokan (1914) ⚜ pousada (1949)

B and B (abbreviation for "Bed and Breakfast") (1961)

Hotel

hotel (1687) ⚜ hotel garni (1744) ⚜ lodge (c.1817) ⚜ gasthof (1832)

temperance house (1833) ⚜ temperance hotel (1837)

railway hotel (1839) ⚜ parador (1845) ⚜ palace hotel (1870)

metropole (1890) ⚜ Ritz (1900) ⚜ Trust House (1903) ⚜ motel (1925)

residential (1940) ⚜ welfare hotel (1952) ⚜ botel (1956) ⚜ floatel (1959)

The turning point in the first category above is around 1600.

Before then, there were relatively few words for a traveller’s lodging, and they form a close-knit etymological community.

The later decades of the 16th century saw a great increase in travel from England to the continent of Europe, during periods of relative peace. Some of it was motivated by the need to avoid religious persecution in England. Some was for cultural reasons.

Travelling theatre companies brought their plays abroad, and the wealthy made cultural visits, especially to France and Italy – forerunners of the ‘Grand Tour’ which would become a major part of the European social scene during and after the late 17th century.

By the 20th century, with travel becoming so much easier, we see words coming from further afield, as English becomes established as a global language

Source ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Notes & References ⚜ Historical Thesaurus

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In the tavern

[tragerfcks]

THE ELDER SCROLLS V: SKYRIM 💭

The Bannered Mare

[dicegrimorium]

Greetings!

The adventurers have earned a well-deserved rest after all their Winter adventures. They enter the inn, the warmth already returning to their bodies.

There's an atmosphere of happiness and relaxation inside. The many guests are enjoying themselves, eating delicious meals and marveling at the awe-inspiring performance of the bard who's playing tonight.

The heroes take their seats, and soon enough a waiter comes to take their orders. While they wait they enjoy each other's company, discussing their latest exploits.

But when the plate is served, it's not food, but a note. It seems someone wants our heroes dead. They look around, trying to find the threat. But will they be able to find the assassin before it's too late?

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Everything but prudent

“This whole place belongs in a skip,” Marianne said darkly, pausing the scrub-brush she held clutched in her hand, the flagstones around her very slightly cleaner than when she had started, though it was hard to tell as there was a vast quantity of grey scummy water turning the stones dark, soaking Marianne’s jeans and trainers. The scarlet scarf she’d used to tie her bright chestnut hair back was still pristine as was her lip-gloss and Elinor made a great effort not to roll her eyes at the melodramatic scene Marianne had arranged for herself. All it needed was goldfinch to come through the open window and perch on Marianne’s shoulder, trilling a merry little melody. Marianne had refused the mop Elinor had suggested and Elinor was resigned to having to give the floor another going-over when Marianne decided it was clean enough.

“We’re lucky to have a place to stay,” Elinor reminded her. 

Lucky was an understatement. Elinor had started researching how much she could make selling her eggs, well before they’d come to Barton Cottage Inn where she could keep Lincolnshire Buffs to do the laying, and then, in what still felt like a miracle, their mum’s third cousin twice removed or whatever he was Jock Middleton, a successful hotelier who seemed equally fond of unprepossessing commercial properties and widowed distant relatives with dramatic daughters, had asked their mother whether she and her girls would be willing to make a go of the inn he’d bought at an auction nearly a decade ago and had forgotten about. Once they’d confirmed the inn had an intact roof to keep out the weather and at least one indoor lav, Elinor and her mother had leapt at the chance Jock offered, while Marianne took to melancholic swanning about their flat and making interminable cups of tea she never finished.

“You mean a place to work our fingers to the bone. To moulder away,” Marianne muttered. Elinor reminded herself Marianne was young and it was a wrench to have to give up on her plans to travel, the music course intensive she’d won a scholarship for which unfortunately only covered tuition, not living expenses in Vienna.

Elinor ignored the fact that she herself was only two years Marianne’s senior, had been forced to leave her highly-sought-after but poorly paid internship, and had been effectively abandoned by Teddy, who had stopped answering her calls without any explanation. She ignored it a little, anyway.

“I told you to wear rubber gloves,” Elinor said. “And the mouldering will get better once we have someone in to look at the electric—”

“Who’d come here, Ellie?” Marianne interrupted.

“Cousin Jock is footing the bill for the big repairs, I expect we’ll be able to get a service in shortly, and honestly, Marianne, you ought to hope lots of people want to come here and stay at the inn, otherwise even Jock’s generosity may run out and we’ll be out on our arses,” Elinor said.

“Elinor said arses, Elinor said arses,” Megan, their youngest sister, the one her mother had announced, after too much pinot grigio, had been an accident, but such a happy one, though your father did hope for a boy. Megan was a whirlwind, a cannonball, far too bright for her grammar school, impossible to homeschool, and exceptionally fine at distracting Elinor and Marianne from any real dispute.

“You’re tracking in God knows what, Megan—” Marianne exclaimed. Now she cared about the floor.

“Language, dear,” their mother said, having come in through the second set of stairs, the servants’ stairs, Elinor supposed, ones she and her sisters ought to get used to using. It was hard to consider wearing uniforms, but maybe Marianne would enjoy finding some signature print fabric they could make into scarves and throw pillows, something cottage-y, English country garden. Something that would not show the stains Megan was sure to immediately get on any article of clothing.

“But she said arses,” Megan replied.

“Elinor is an adult and if she felt she needed to use a vulgar word, I imagine she had her reasons. Elinor, I did call that company but it went straight to the machine, so I called Jock—”

“Mum, you should have waited, he won’t want to be bothered,” Elinor said. Some days, most days, it seemed she was the only Dashwood who didn’t think Barton Cottage Inn was a kind of free pass. Megan was the only one who had a right to feel that way.

“He wasn’t bothered a bit, you worry too much, darling,” her mother replied.

“Someone has to,” Elinor said under her breath.

“He said he had a friend to send round, a sort of jack-of-all-trades, a bit at loose ends, he said, it would be good for him to have a project to work on, and heaven knows the inn qualifies,” her mother went on blithely. 

“Jock-of-all-trades has a friend Jack-of-all-trades,” Megan said, grinning.

“Actually, his name is Brandon,” her mother said.

“Jock has a friend named Brandon?” Marianne said. “That’s rather trendy, isn’t it?”

“His last name is Brandon. His first name is Richard.”

“That’s not trendy at all,” Megan said. “I’m going to call him Brandon.”

“You’re going to call him Mr. Brandon or sir,” her mother said firmly.

If he could deal with the old wiring and the wonky cistern, the crumbling masonry and the flaking plaster, if he could reach a détente with the boiler, which appeared to be possessed and not by a happy spirit, Elinor would call the man whatever he pleased, prince or saint or colonel.

As it turned out, he was a dab hand with a fuse and a gasket and he said he preferred Brandon.

If it were not for Elinor’s stupidly loyal heart, the memory of Teddy’s voice reciting Keats in the twilight, she’d have fallen in love at first sight.

She’d discover soon enough that Brandon did that as well. 

It took Marianne substantially longer.

Posted for Janeuary 2025 @janeuary-month Day 5, prompt: inn

[czepeku]

Wuxia Tavern D&D Battlemap from Czepeku

Welcome to the Wuxia Tavern!

[drmapzo]

Hello, everyone!

Despite the harsh conditions of the desert, people always find ways to make the best of their lives in it.

Take this inn, for example, a nice place where everyone can come to relax and cool themselves. A place where many stories are exchanged and many adventures can start.

Are your players ready to start a new adventure beneath the hot desert sun?

The creature tokens for this map are a Desert Sand Demon, a Fiendish Wererat and a Grotesque Monstrosity. Emerald tier gets the Desert Sand Demon while Diamond tier gets all three. In addition, Sapphire tier gets extra creature token variants.

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The Twilight Tavern Battle Map

Today we have a new tavern battle map for you to download! Complete with bar, accommodation, and cellar. While we're at it, what's your best tavern name? :)

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🍁🍂 Χάνι Καλαθά - Καλάβρυτα 🍂🍁 Kalathas’ Inn, Kalávryta, Greece by thanos_s_phtgrph on Instagram.

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#491 Rest

Not me having worse habits than my characters

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This was requested by DJBlueWolf in this month's Patreon suggestion box, featuring Tem, and his OC, Darian! :3

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"Whiterun - The Bannered Mare"

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Art by Ray Lederer