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The Sword and Sickle Wayhouse

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This chronicle follows the residents, guests, and visitors to the Sword and Sickle Wayhouse, a short- and long-term stay inn settled into a mining and lumber town in the White Mountains. It is a public RP destination for RPers in Rohan and Gondor and all others traveling through, regardless of affiliation or kinship. 

Pottage for Supper

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Melvuior prepares trout pottage for Sunday supper tomorrow. 

The Bancross Mystery: The Monolith

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The Bancross Mystery: The Snow Clouds Gather.

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I awoke before dawn, to find I lay alone in our bed. Reaching a hand over, I felt the blankets on his side still held his warmth. Waelden had not risen long ago. 

The Bancross Mystery: Scouting the plains

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Duncadda out scouting the plains around Bancross, hoping to shed some light on the strangers observed around the village.

The Sword and Sickle Common Room

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Workers are wanted at the Sword and Sickle Wayhouse, a bed and board house for travelers in Rohan and Gondor. 

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The Sword and Sickle Wayhouse

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The Sword and Sickle Wayhouse, an inn in the White Mountains in Rohan, is a public house offering bed and board to long-term and short-term guests. It offers meals to guests and visitors three times a day, with Sundays offering a grand supper that is open to all. 

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Into the Cold: The Hunt Goes On

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Into the Cold: The Hunt Begins

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Too Much Mead

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One night at the Bancross market, the loo line had suddenly grown to epic proportions... even the dog needed to go!

Perhaps they all had too much mead to drink that night, or something rotten had been served. Noone will ever know, except the poor bastard on latrine duty.

Woe!

 

Screenshot with a touch of editing and cropping by Waelden.

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