TOR2: T'was the Eve of Midsummer
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- Bohemond
- Level 12
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Re: TOR2: T'was the Eve of Midsummer
Ragnarr smiles. "You're practically tight-lipped compared to some of the people who visit Hild's bakery, Periwinkle. And unlike them, you don't have a mean bone in you." The Barding takes a look at his soon-to-be traveling companions. A motley group, to be sure, but they all seemed like decent folk. "I'll take the ale, but if I don't return home for a meal with my wife, especially before heading out on a journey, I'm like as not to be sleeping in the stables for the rest of my days."
- silverfoxdmt73
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- Location: Newcastle, England
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Re: TOR2: T'was the Eve of Midsummer
The rest of the evening passes by without much of note, save for the Pony filling up with folks setting off for home in the morning. Gossip is centred around the events of the Smoke Ring Contest and the competitors are offered many a free ale in exchange for their views on what might have caused the sickness that debilitated several of the contestants in this years tournament.
Pipeweed smoke fills the taproom along with the smell of ale, food and unkempt travellers and serving folk weave their way through the tables with flagons of ale and plates of steaming food.
The evening wears on and soon the sun starts to meet the horizon, casting longer, darker shadows across the Green and the surrounding countryside.
Pipeweed smoke fills the taproom along with the smell of ale, food and unkempt travellers and serving folk weave their way through the tables with flagons of ale and plates of steaming food.
The evening wears on and soon the sun starts to meet the horizon, casting longer, darker shadows across the Green and the surrounding countryside.
- Jon
- Level 2
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- Location: Sweden
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Re: TOR2: T'was the Eve of Midsummer
After waving goodbye to Ragnarr and a promise to meet in the morning, Periwinkle spends the evening eating, drinking, smoking, laughing, and chit-chatting with her new companions. But as the clientele of the prancing pony wears thinner and the moon rises higher in the summer night sky, she bids her new friends goodnight and makes her way to the stable loft and the awaiting piles of hay, where she falls into a deep and comfortable slumber.
- silverfoxdmt73
- Level 12
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- Location: Newcastle, England
- User Class: Former Company Man
Re: TOR2: T'was the Eve of Midsummer
The evening turns into full night, with the taproom slowly emptying of patrons as they retire for the night, some with long journeys back home ahead of them. Eventually, Barnabas chases off any stragglers and the Midsummer's Eve passes into Midsummers Day.
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