Bree-land

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!'

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!'

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!'

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!'

The summer is nearing its end, so it’s time for a last summer cottage trip! After visiting Tholpa's cottage on Saturday, we'll spend the Sunday visiting Staddle and playing some tag!

The summer is nearing its end, so it’s time for a last summer cottage trip! This time, we will visit Tholpa’s summer cottage in Breeland!

There have been violent and unsettling things happening in little old Bree of late. Why isn’t The Watch doing anything about it? Some concerned Bree-landers are going to gather in front of the Bree Town Hall this Saturday, May 4, at 1:00 PM server time, to express their concerns. Haven’t heard of these things happening? All the more reason to come and be informed! Anyone in Bree is welcome to come along! This is a public event and all citizens of Bree-land (or travelers) are invited.

The date has been set, and the call to arms has been passed around. Thane Haeneth has asked that all able-bodied fighters ride south with all haste to repel the attacks on the Isen and defeat the enemy incursions into the Riddermark. 

"The inn I remembered from my childhood. A small inn, but it was fair  and closer to home than the Prancing Pony. At the face of the inn were small windows that at night glowed with a flickering firelight, the high porch rumbling with the laughter of Bree-folk both Big and Little.

The Town of Bree, and its surrounding area's controlled by the management of the Mayor and his subordinates, is in turmoil, with the old Mayor's sudden disappearance, and presumed death, a call for a new Mayor is to be called from all of birth from Bree! Could you be the light in these dark times?! Come...find out....