Event Archive

The Winter tree

Is fast asleep.

She dreams, in reams

Of snow knee-deep

The weather is turning colder, them nights have drawn in. Soon snow will cover these lands, as the earth sleeps in peace.

This is the time ter take stock of all things grand.

Come join the merchants of Bree-land as they bicker endlessly over trivial matters in the Merchant’s Guild Council Meeting. The Merchant’s Guild is an advisory body to the Mayor and as such has no real, direct political power. So the Mayor will likely discard or ignore the majority of petitions sent to him by the Merchant’s Guild. But the fun of political RP is in the process, not the results!

Hearken to the call, Eldar!

On every such night of the week, Elves gather in the Hall of Fire. Come for converse, food and drink, music and song, poetry and tale-telling!

The smell of pipeweed and the sound of merry laughter drifts from the open door of the Inn of the Prancing Pony. It is a Highday, and like every Highday, Barliman Butterbur has opened his  common room to guests from lands near and far to sample his beer in exchange for coin, conversation, and a promise 'not to go up into thin air, thank you very much!'