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Yeah I remember stories from Greek mythology that involved something in the torch oil or mixed into the candle wax that when one of the hero's and his party would light them, it slowly let out a gas that knocked them out over time.
Not sure if there was a real substance used or not, if there was it would just save me time but if not eh I can farce something. 

I don’t think there’s any real world substances, since candles produce carbon dioxide, but at such a low level that it’s negligible, and torches don’t produce anything more noxious. 
But you can have a great deal of fun having someone add something to the candle wax so when it melts, it gives off the gas that will render your adventurers unconscious. Or it could be a component of the oil that the torches are soaked in. You’d have to make it up, of course, unless you want to look at the sort of herbs or essential oils that are usually associated with bedtime. Off the top of my head, without any Googling, that could be lavender, chamomile, valerian… 
 

Must confess I was envisioning it as the guy on top, pushing in, so yeah, was considering him a rapist.  However,the reverse can be true too, she pushing herself onto him.  Now, if you want to thicken the plot, you could have them both the inadvertent recipients of a date-rape drug (or equivalent), one that was intended for another party that slipped into both of their drinks.  And if the effects run off, they remember more and more of the night as time progresses?  (BTW, Love potion works here too.)

Make sure to distinguish it from “Lost & Found.”  Because, if the person had been nice, accidentally dropped it, I presume the tavern girls would’ve tried to return the item?

A seal would work. short sweet and likely something expensive for them to replace. Where its guaranteed they’ll be ridiculed at best for being careless.

Under normal situation, no a trader would not let go of the seal, hence him being drunk.
I doubt the guild would be so willing to cause issues with a tavern when their member was assaulting or trying to assault one of the girls, bad PR.
humm.

Under normal situation, no a trader would not let go of the seal, hence him being drunk.
I doubt the guild would be so willing to cause issues with a tavern when their member was assaulting or trying to assault one of the girls, bad PR.
humm.

guild seal could be an amulet of sorts, looks like weight scales, one with a box and the other with a coin, hanging around the neck of a troll head mount saying the guy was a troll   

guild seal could be an amulet of sorts, looks like weight scales, one with a box and the other with a coin, hanging around the neck of a troll head mount saying the guy was a troll   

But actually made from the foreskin of the previous bloke who crossed her? 

Now that’s my kind of bloodthirsty, and yes, THAT would be a warning!  

As a frequent player of CRPGs in the sword-and-sorcery genre, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say a wine skin would not serve as much of a warning to me. Well, not unless you are looking to warn visitors to the tavern against bringing in their own beverages, which would be completely antithetical to the whole idea of going to a tavern in the first place and would make the tavern owner surly, to say the least.
Because I am largely bloodthirsty, I’d say a scalp or perhaps a body part like a hand would serve as a better warning against touching the tavern girls. Anything else just seems to border on farce. “Oohh, see that sock on the wall? Stupid git touched one of the girls, and she walloped him so hard, he lost his sock, he did! So take my word for it, mate, unless you want your sock, or maybe even your breechclout hanging there for everyone to gawk at, no touching!”

ATM I am thinking that some random character will survive the attack, make it back to town and tell the hero what happened, some hunters or whoever, will then inform him that A B and C locations are the more likely spots that would be the lair. 

Might make it more complicated, so the friends aren’t in the first place he checks… like, maybe he thinks its the trolls at first?  (Or whatever monsters you settle on.)

If you want traditional beings, rather than monsters who “kidnap” people the Huldufólk (I think the English word for it is Hulder folk, or the Hidden people) of Iceland, have been known to technically kidnap people… We do also have elves who do the same thing, and they are often considered more hostile towards humans than the Huldufólk are. 
There are two ways in which they do this. The first one, and the perhaps more benign way, is that they lure shepherds or travellers who have gotten lost in a snow storm, or thick fog on the highlands into their abodes, which are usually located in cliffs, large hills, or large boulders. In some cases, they appear to humans as kindly strangers and befriend the humans, and invite the humans to their homes, and the humans don’t realise they are dealing with Huldufólk, or elves, until they are inside the homes, and the cliff/boulder/hill closes behind them, and then each day that passes inside, a year or even a decade passes in the world outside. It is VERY hard to leave again and very few actually escaped. This kind of “kidnapping” is usually not done with ill intent, but rather because the Huldufólk or elves fall in love with the human, or just befriend them, or in some cases, the human helps the Huldufólk or elf in some way, and they “repay” us humans by inviting us into their hidden world. Some humans who fall in love with one of them even choose to willingly join their world, and leave the world of the humans behind. 
 
The less benign way is what we call the Umskiptingur, or the Changeling. The origin of this superstition very likely comes from the Irish, Welsh and Scottish roots of our ancestors, since I have heard similar versions of this from the United Kingdom. 
But, the Umskiptingur is a baby… a human woman has a baby, and the baby thrives for the first few months, and in most stories, the baby is gorgeous, and such a sweet baby that it is a wonder to all who know it… but then suddenly, usually around the age of one year or so, when you’d expect the child to start trying to walk, and making sounds like the baby is imitating speech and such, the baby suddenly changes. Usually the child is much the same physically, but it’s moods and general personality does a complete 180°. The child becomes peevish and cries constantly, can’t be soothed by anything that used to soothe it, and very often starts to eat enough for a few babies, which in poorer farming homes could become detrimental to the health of the rest of the household. And very often the baby would start to eat things that were considered the “fancier” options of sustenance. Fatty foods and such. 
When this happens, the way to figure out if your child was an Umskiptingur, was to leave the baby alone in a room, preferably where the baby could get its hands on something edible, or possibly even coffee, if that was available in the home. The the parents should hide out of sight, and wait, and ignore the child as it cried and wailed. Eventually, the Umskiptingur would grow annoyed, or figure that it was completely alone, and then it would shapeshift into its proper form, which very often was a grown male Huldufólk or elf, and make some kind of remark about it being something other than a baby, and walk over to where the foodstuffs were within reach. Then the parents of the baby should jump into view and either scare the Umskiptingur, or beat him, until his wife would come and save him, and bring the parents’ actual baby with her. 
The most famous of these is where the Umskiptingur gave himself away, when the mother of the baby made some kind of a bizarre display in the room he was in, and left the room, and the Umskiptingur said, “Father of seven children am I in the elf home, but never have I seen anything like this before.” Then the mother of the child jumped on him and beat him, until his elf wife came to rescue him and returned the actual baby. 
In some rare cases of this, the elf mother exchanges the human baby for her own irrepressible child, because the human child is so much better behave, or even more beautiful. In those instances, it’s usually necessary to beat the Umskiptingur, or deny them any kind of care until the elven mother decides that it would be better if she were to raise her elven child and return the human child. 

interesting take, I will have to keep that in mind.

Oh I am trying to give more details into the girls, I 100% hate the helpless “damsel” in distress or characters that are only some times useful to the main characters.
I WANT, them to more or less be equals just different, but I do have a self imposed restriction of no more than 10-15 pages per chapter, or I could end up with 100 pages in no time X_X 
 

Oh I am trying to give more details into the girls, I 100% hate the helpless “damsel” in distress or characters that are only some times useful to the main characters.
I WANT, them to more or less be equals just different, but I do have a self imposed restriction of no more than 10-15 pages per chapter, or I could end up with 100 pages in no time X_X 
 

my number 1 all time books were either Goosebumps or Battle Tech/Mech Warrior.
perspective wise though, I would say maybe trying to take a Q from LOTR would be a better setting or something.

And that’s a great start. Why am I in jail? What the hell just happened here? Why won’t anyone answer my questions? Give the reader a little emotional hook into the character and they’ll want to find out, too.
Most of my favorite authors are voracious readers. You can’t write if you don’t also read, in my ever-so-humble opinion.

I described the night first and zeroed in on the tavern, something akin to “it was a dark and stormy night” sort to speak.

@BronxWench I agree that it is unfair for people/characters to be labeled just because they look like A or B, big Brest women = bimbos, most of all blond ones, Big mussel bound guys = dumb as a door nail and so on and so on.
My goal in this instance was more of flip on that, yes she is top heavy but to be able to use magic means she is clearly not some typical bimbo that can just be whisked off into a back room after a few nice words or the drop of a few coins,
It will likely be the end of you if you try.
That said, the reason we keep beating this dead horse is that I would rather have multiple people enjoy my story as best I can instead of just throwing a bunch of words and having people roll their eyes at it., I want to become a good writer and not just a typical 
fiction writer that writes about 12in cocks that would never fit inside a actual body, large bouncing breasts that could be classed as a dangerous weapon and all that …… painful stuff.
The two other women, very different from Janina do have moments like that too.
A human girl goes full berserker on a noble and almost kills him with his own sword and a Dark elf throws daggers at a guy trying for force another girl (customer) at the tavern to go with him.
The tavern owner, a Dwarf doesn't need bouncers when he has the girls, but if someone does step well out of line, he has his axe under the table and has used it.
 

Awesome feedback everyone.
This is the actual current description that I was going with for the elf girl, it more or less was the same way for the other two women with slight detail changes.
“Janina, a young elf with blond hair that was always tied up into a folded ponytail bun, stood at just over six feet tall and had green eyes that were sharper than any dagger. Her green top gently hugged her athletic body, her fair sized breasts pressing against the fabric were the envy of many women, as were her strong toned legs hidden by a pair of grey pants that held on to her round shapely buttocks.
Only once did anyone ever try to force her to do something she didn't want to. She had the man pinned to the wall with a spell and a blue fire ball in her hand ready to kill the poor drunk.
After he had pissed his pants, she smiled at him and told him it was time to go home before he gets into any more trouble, to which he quickly paid his tab and ran home. Janina simply returned to work while the entire tavern was dead silent, not one person taking their eyes off her until she asked if anyone needed another drink.”
I tried to limit my description of her bust but felt it was important because the idea is that her having larger breasts, gives people that do not know her as being a potential bimbo and an easy mark, until that fireball appears.

Yeah I think that is what I will do.
The dad’s are fighting a “hoard” 5-10 outside, the mom’s bring kids into cellar, one pig walks in on the mom’s as they enter back into the main house and get killed, boy (Seth) mom is eaten on the floor where he can see it all happen. 
Dad (Thorin) comes in, throws the pig out the door and with no mercy, hacks away at the monster, still in eyesight of his son, this sets fear into his Seth’s mind about his own dad etc etc. in short breaking his mind.
spell is used to remove that memory of events, creating the feeling of betrayal.
yes?

It’s a family of elves that farm, mostly exotic stuff for potions, poisons etc.
The human dad Thorin, is friends with the elf dad.
It could be a demon, a beast like monster or anything else of the sorts.
I am starting to think a demon would be a little typical, but making it a beast that farmers would normally deal with in this world would be more practical like a rat monster, Ogre etc.
I just dont have the tragity feeling that would lead to the lie.