Re: Northern Snows and Long Nights
There was arm wrestling, leg wrestling, thumb wrestling, and mud wrestling. The came the foot races, foot races with obstacles, foot races against pigs, and foot races while carrying a mug of beer. Eating contests; pies, sausages, onions, and turnips were followed by drinking contests; stout, whiskey, brandy, and wine. It culminated in a battle of the wits where in the champion would be crowned for catching the most frogs.
Barg was not only in his element, he had wondered in Barbarian nirvana. And in the end defeated, quite soundly, a line of worthy Dwarven foes. And then passed out in a shallow puddle of warm beer and sticky mud.
Thamkis made her trip to the temple. Old habits came to the fore as she met and greeted priests, acolytes, clerics, and the like. It was a good visit. She learned a new worship song. She learned that the snows had come early to the northern passes and that the last trade caravans for the season would be leaving in days. She also learned that there were rumors of an ancient evil lurking in the mountains. Some said vampire. Others claimed liche.
Brengalyn found the company of the Dwarven fighters to be typical; big egos, short tempers, little sense, and tall tales. It was a delightful experience of over drinking, over eating, over lying, and ass over tea kettle when she stood up to quickly. Luckily there was a nice, comfortable bit of earth right under her face. How fortunate.
(OOC: contacts were made. feel free to ad lib them a bit in your IC posts in town as this scene plays out.)