The Crack
Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 10:22 am
It's not often I find myself in the wilderness, set aside in sheer awe and dumbfoundry. Stumbling upon these ruins, I heard the cries of kobolds, but found naught but ale and spirits. The drunken lout will do anything to get his fix, and this place is no exception.
Forged literally from ashes and the bones of foes, this tavern has been raised like a phoenix from the grave. I can't help but to wonder what unwitting enemies might besiege this unorthodox locale, but none the less, I mourn for them. Most heat the iron to mold it into a fitting shape, but this tavern master has struck the iron so that is has become hot.
The future of this pub is most uncertain, but I can't help but to stop and stare.
Attached are what I have perceived: ((OOC: You see some crude drawings))
Forged literally from ashes and the bones of foes, this tavern has been raised like a phoenix from the grave. I can't help but to wonder what unwitting enemies might besiege this unorthodox locale, but none the less, I mourn for them. Most heat the iron to mold it into a fitting shape, but this tavern master has struck the iron so that is has become hot.
The future of this pub is most uncertain, but I can't help but to stop and stare.
Attached are what I have perceived: ((OOC: You see some crude drawings))