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milliways_bar2007-06-11 06:15 pm
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A strange feeling has come upon me. A feeling of longing, for what I do not know. I have my friends, my dear friends, Bruenor the Dwarf king and ever at his side is Regis the Halfling, Wulfgar the leader of the barbarians of Icewindale was back once more in both mind and body, there was Guenhwyvar of course the magical panther always eager to come to my call, and Catti-Brie. My beloved Catti-Brie. So what could I long for more than to have my friends and loved ones around me? It is the answer to this question that has drawn me from my sleep in the warm depths of Mithril Hall and out onto the windswept slopes of Fourthpeak. As I sit and gaze into the night sky all my worries and longing seem to fall away, for under that blanket of stars who in all the Realms cannot be calmed.
As is custom for me I sit through the night and the dawn as well, the pain of the bright sun on my eyes a vindication, a reminder of where I came from yet a reminder of where I belong. It is as I rise that I realize I am no longer on a mountainside but a forest with a lake in sight.
A place I have not visited in months, a place of fond memories and good friends. So I stand, hands resting easy on the hilts of my scimitars and begin the short walk into the Bar proper.
Entering the establishment I am assaulted by the sights and smells. So many different cultures, creeds, races, and powers have merged here to create a place that is both safe and dangerous, it is the home for those that have none and the friend for those have never been called friend.
I walk up to the bar and place my hand affectionately on the counter-top, where upon a glass of elven Moondrop wine appears in my hand. Placing a gold coin on the counter I spin around on my stool to take in the room at large.
It is Milliways and it is good to be home.
As is custom for me I sit through the night and the dawn as well, the pain of the bright sun on my eyes a vindication, a reminder of where I came from yet a reminder of where I belong. It is as I rise that I realize I am no longer on a mountainside but a forest with a lake in sight.
A place I have not visited in months, a place of fond memories and good friends. So I stand, hands resting easy on the hilts of my scimitars and begin the short walk into the Bar proper.
Entering the establishment I am assaulted by the sights and smells. So many different cultures, creeds, races, and powers have merged here to create a place that is both safe and dangerous, it is the home for those that have none and the friend for those have never been called friend.
I walk up to the bar and place my hand affectionately on the counter-top, where upon a glass of elven Moondrop wine appears in my hand. Placing a gold coin on the counter I spin around on my stool to take in the room at large.
It is Milliways and it is good to be home.