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Join us for a mug of Barliman's Best, good food, music, stories, and good company at the Prancing Pony. All are welcome to join us for a night of social RP.
Join us for a mug of Barliman's Best, good food, music, stories, and good company at the Prancing Pony. All are welcome to join us for a night of social RP.
The Brandy Badgers go wassailing in the Shire again, singing songs to wish all the local farmers a good harvest. Oh, and to sample some ales. Or ciders? Aye! Lots! We hope yer will join us!
Behind the high, sturdy walls of the city that overlooks the joining of the Entwash and Snowbourn rivers, the streets bustle with life. Weary Riders seek rest and refreshment around the fire in the meadhall, farmers and craftsmen work diligently to keep the townsfolk fed, sheltered, and armed, while women trade coin, goods, and gossip around the marketplace.
Situated along the road leading to the capital city of Edoras, Snowbourn is a bastion of safety and restoration for soldiers, traders, and wanderers, as well as a thriving village with its own hearty populace.
While the Rohirrim have their eyes on the Isen, the Dunlendings watch back. In the hills that overlook the border, Dunlendings keep bonfires burning to remind their enemies of their heated gaze, lest Eorl's offspring forget who they drove from their lands and who will will take it back.