roleplay

Captain Rodtranorn leads the guard through a ceremonial parade, held as a display of military precision in order to impress our guests and future allies, Grandmaster Belenir and Azgarzr of the

Lady Omali and a company from the The Blue Mountains Regiment awaits the arrival of their honoured guests.

Captain Thonin and Froinbur stand guard at the Kinhall.

Winter, Herne: The town of Herne was almost a home to them all, as they came to learn one another. The new group was very different now. Less warriors, and more folk who enjoyed peace. ... With the exception of Eirik....

With many of the mountain passes still snowed in and goblin attacks at a relative minimum, the dwarves of the Regiment flock to the tavern-hall for some recreational gambling and drinking. 

With all our guests retired to their accommodations, those still standing after a night of dancing and drinking have free rein of whatever's left in the kegs. 

One binge-drinking later, our cleaners stumble across two broken tables, sticky puddles of ale and scraps of food, and a mountain of dwarves all passed out on the floors of the tavern. The signs of what must've been a truly successful dwarven Yule.

With everyone downing as much ale, mead, and imported wine as they please, the Yuletide merriment is in full swing and many take to the dance floor.

Finishing her duties outside, Nistrid checks in with the barkeepers, only to find that they had already gone through over a third of the casks -- and the party only just started!