Soups and stews, most everything served in a bowl that can spill.
Part 2 of “The Ebon Shroud” The morning light filtered through the windows of The Burly Earl, casting a warm glow amidst the wooden interiors. But the previous night’s revelations still cast a shadow over the patrons, the whispers of “The Ebon Shroud” a stark reminder of looming darkness. Asmund’s attention was captivated by a…
Part 1 of “The Ebon Shroud” The Burly Earl, situated in Neverwinter’s shadowed recesses, wasn’t just a haven for ale-seekers. It was where stories were birthed and died; some whispered in dread, others proclaimed with conviction. This evening, a silence, thick and palpable, clung to the tavern, punctuated by sporadic murmurs. At the heart of…
The poorly constructed fire was just barely warming the stone pot of broth Agias had so carefully hung above its waning flame. Even as he frowned disapprovingly at the crooked trivet he had only just lashed together, being back among the woods and communing with the trees brought a sense of peace to his ever-racing…
Goldryn shook the damp out of her cloak as she entered the well lit common room of The Burly Earl. She was hungry and she ached from three days on the road. The last four hours in the cold rain didn’t help her mood either. The fireplace was banked low, but the room was warm…