The Press of Literary Grandmasters, Chesapeake (PaxLair Times) – June 10, 2011 – by Ashlynn – Sadly, creatures from across the ether have been demanding my attention of late and I have no comprehensive articles for the past week. However I can enlighten the readership on a few happenings that have occurred in my absence (and presence now and then).
The Sosarian Solstice Fair
Though I was late arriving and early leaving due to the demands of sleep, I did manage to watch one event and the beginning of a second. The first event involved cattle and to this day, I am still a little unsure of the rules, but I believe it involved surviving an encounter on a bagball pitch full of very angry bulls, wearing no clothes at all! Or at least almost none.
The event itself seemed to be quite dangerous and I am glad I did not volunteer to be trampled by the bulls as so many others were. It is certainly fortunate there were so many present skilled in the use of magical medicine.
The second event involved hitting a pink piñata shaped like a life-size llama. That one looked much more fun and survivable, though I do not know who won! Should anyone know the results, please leave a letter in my mailbox!
Booze and the Virtue of Sobriety
If sobriety is indeed a virtue like the fellowship say, then I am certainly not a virtuous person. But then I suspect I am not no matter what school of virtues you subscribe to. Still, with the recent alchemist guild’s breakthrough in brewing apparatus appearing all throughout the realm, production of spirits is up and coherent speech has taken a nosedive. A large number of small-scale breweries have begun appearing in the kingdom (including my own) and in the coming months, I hope to investigate them in more detail.
The Empty Tankard Burns!
News has recently reached my ears that the Empty Tankard located in the town of Aryslan has been burned to the ground by a group of cultists calling themselves the Crimson Fist of Mazrim. I hope to get more information on this turn of events soon!
Ozog of Pitmuck Returns
Away for some unknown and nefarious purpose, he has now returned to us. I encourage everyone to give him a warm welcome and a bar of soap!