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| A Spectacle; The Ice Banquet OTA; The Bloody Snow's Official Banquet Topic; Open To All! | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Aug 3, 2010 6:21 pm (95 Views) | |
| Mathias Stillwater | Tue Aug 3, 2010 6:21 pm Post #1 |
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Dancing. Singing. Merriment. Big, scrawling words on the invitation. The mountains were all the more daunting at night. Thick shafts of ice crumbled like dust, and in other parts was dense enough to avoid penetration by all but the hardiest of dwarven constructed tools. Sudden avalanches, blizzards; appearing without warning on cloudless, pleasant days. Afternoon suns could melt and wear at pathways, and the snow that piled on the ledges hid such weakness until the fool that stepped upon it plunged to his demise. At night, you couldn’t even see the difference in the ice; see the ground beneath you or the weather. It also plummeted the temperature, claiming the lives of many adventurers who’d simply been unprepared for such an extreme cold. It was only the eighteenth hour, and already the sundial was black and the snow frozen. Singing. Dancing. This was undoubtedly the world of the hardy and strong; those who would spit in the face of the harshest and most brutal elements without concern for their safety. It was the world of the dwarves and, as a sort of testing ground, the meeting place offered to those who had thrown their lot in for the Bloody Snow Tournament. Others were invited to the gathering as well of course; spectators, friends and family; rivals, even, who could curse the name of those entering. Promise of a warm drink to all on the House was a hard offer to refuse, even to the cowards not staking their purse or reputation in the Tournament. The only requirement, of course, was that all those interested had to find their own way into the city’s tavern. Some joke of a map had been provided to those who requested it, faded and browning with most of it too worn to read accurately. A friendly tip on the invitation had recommended boots and a coat, and mentioned something about ‘rol s a d rcs’. Oh, and a heads up that the locals weren’t friendly to outsiders; a charming sales pitch, to be sure. Merriment. Carved into the ogre of a momunment was the dwarven city, built partially above the mountain and somewhat into its side; a testament to the strength and will of the dwarves who had claimed it as their home despite the bitter refusal by the land. Caverns snaked below the city to lead into the mines, and above the snaking wormholes houses, shops and even the tavern were set and made out of the mountain itself, rocks hammered and cut into solid square forms to give the whole city a uniquely geometric look. The tavern was not ‘centered,’ but it was close to it; dwarves were gruff and not keen on telling strangers the location, but it wasn’t hard to pick out given its size. It was bizarre that such a tavern might exist; with a door large enough to permit entry to the average sized elf and big enough inside to host a banquet such as this. The dwarven city was, after all, filled with relatively short members of the community and not as popular or large as other cities. With glowing orange windows and smoke puffing from a chimney it was difficult to ponder too long on it though; outside a blizzard had picked up, and anything was better than being caught outside in it. Inside a warm atmosphere had already lit the place, a few drunken couples swaying – apparently they had been following the fighting scene for some months; others danced with a little more grace and even a few bards having wandered out to these cold parts had chosen to perform. Great long tables were set out with buffet items; mouth-watering pork and golden brown chicken set out on platters, with breads, vegetables, salads, and even fruits. On a second table a variety of desserts were laid out, the center piece a large, multi-layered cake in the shape of the Gwilikith Mountain Range. Extra tables had been set out for people to sit at, and a staircase led to an overhang above the first floor where people could talk with a little more privacy or watch the shenanigans below. There were rooms on both floors for contestants to spend the night in, with a great fireplace taking up most of the left wall on the first floor. Shops of the finest blacksmiths in all of Imythess were only a short distance from the tavern, for those eager to start gearing up for the upcoming battles. It was certainly a spectacle; betting a dwarf they couldn’t put on as great a show as Kellen had been a brilliant choice. |
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