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Aran Thule
Guest
The wind swept through the trees, causing the long streaming tendrils to sway and rustle as the willows were engulfed in natures breath.
Standing nearby was a large weathered building the sign above the door swinging back and forth in the breeze.
It was obvious that this was a tavern of sorts, the smoke from the chimney, the empty kegs outside and a recently repaired stable indicated that it was at the very least, fairly popular.
Entering the tavern a visitor would possibly be surprised by the events taking place, for the people there both young and old were silent, listening carefully to a small lurikeen wearing a golden moose hat that was talking from on top of one of the tables.
"And i say again, although the battles have raged now for over a year and a half we haven not failed our land."
The lurikeen snatched up a large tankard, and after taking a swig motioned to all thoose around him.
"We may be outnumbered, thoose fools from albion and midgard my continue to attack out green lands but we will never surrender.
We have held them off by working together, by force of will and strength of arms, we will ride out this storm until such time as peace returns to these lands."
He lifted his glass and his eyes glazed over for a moment as he remembered the past.
"But let us not forget or friends that are no longer with us, for some the strain of fighting was too much and they have retired, others went on a journey far far away, and several have given the ultimate sacrifice and are resting now in the arms of Danu."
He motioned to some of the younger faces in the crowd, thoose that showed a little fear but above all determination.
"We must not forget thoose that will take our place should we fall, they need our wisdom and help and we need thier insight and endurance, only be working together do we stand a chance of defeating our foes."
"So it is, i have commissioned the Filidh's to sing tales our our ventures, and the noble magi in the corner is projecting this message beyond the veil, we are strong but we need to be stronger to survive, hence why i have sent out a call to arms."
"i do not know if it will reach anyone but we can but hope, only time will tale but for now raise your glasses and drink to Hibernia's well being, for it is the land that makes us strong."
Glasses were raised and the pledges made and in the corner the wizened elf finished his arcane mutterings, the spell complete the message vanished into the void.
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[ooc]
Well as you may have guessed from the above passage the Artisans of Willow are looking for fellow adventurers to help in defending fair Hibernia.
We are a roleplaying guild that have been formed since the battle first started, and we have been involved in many adventures across the land, both ingame and in our forums.
If you are willing to give it a go come to hibernia/prydwen and say hello.
Our charter (admitedly it needs updating) can be found at www.artisansofwillow.com/info/charter.php
Or visit us at www.tavernsofcamelot.com and join in the fun.
Standing nearby was a large weathered building the sign above the door swinging back and forth in the breeze.
It was obvious that this was a tavern of sorts, the smoke from the chimney, the empty kegs outside and a recently repaired stable indicated that it was at the very least, fairly popular.
Entering the tavern a visitor would possibly be surprised by the events taking place, for the people there both young and old were silent, listening carefully to a small lurikeen wearing a golden moose hat that was talking from on top of one of the tables.
"And i say again, although the battles have raged now for over a year and a half we haven not failed our land."
The lurikeen snatched up a large tankard, and after taking a swig motioned to all thoose around him.
"We may be outnumbered, thoose fools from albion and midgard my continue to attack out green lands but we will never surrender.
We have held them off by working together, by force of will and strength of arms, we will ride out this storm until such time as peace returns to these lands."
He lifted his glass and his eyes glazed over for a moment as he remembered the past.
"But let us not forget or friends that are no longer with us, for some the strain of fighting was too much and they have retired, others went on a journey far far away, and several have given the ultimate sacrifice and are resting now in the arms of Danu."
He motioned to some of the younger faces in the crowd, thoose that showed a little fear but above all determination.
"We must not forget thoose that will take our place should we fall, they need our wisdom and help and we need thier insight and endurance, only be working together do we stand a chance of defeating our foes."
"So it is, i have commissioned the Filidh's to sing tales our our ventures, and the noble magi in the corner is projecting this message beyond the veil, we are strong but we need to be stronger to survive, hence why i have sent out a call to arms."
"i do not know if it will reach anyone but we can but hope, only time will tale but for now raise your glasses and drink to Hibernia's well being, for it is the land that makes us strong."
Glasses were raised and the pledges made and in the corner the wizened elf finished his arcane mutterings, the spell complete the message vanished into the void.
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[ooc]
Well as you may have guessed from the above passage the Artisans of Willow are looking for fellow adventurers to help in defending fair Hibernia.
We are a roleplaying guild that have been formed since the battle first started, and we have been involved in many adventures across the land, both ingame and in our forums.
If you are willing to give it a go come to hibernia/prydwen and say hello.
Our charter (admitedly it needs updating) can be found at www.artisansofwillow.com/info/charter.php
Or visit us at www.tavernsofcamelot.com and join in the fun.
Hibs been kinda dull for me till now.