Here we have a drinking hall not unlike how one would imagine Herot in the epic verses of Beowulf.
Great timbers carved with fabulous grotesques support the golden walls and brace the high a-frame ceiling. A series of large fire trenches run the length of center, to a slightly raised platform that might serve as a stage for skalds or perhaps a high-seat for kings. Along either side short moveable benches just long enough for a drunk or two to pass out on are pushed against the walls. The walls, polished golden pine are adorned with shields of all shapes and colors and a sturdy rack for swords, spears, and axes is built right into the structure near the great copper banded oak door.
Well met all!
I have created this place so I would have some where to write. If you would like to read what I have have written and leave a comment or three, please do.
With gratitude,
A. R. Forsgren
Fentyr The Wandering Drunk from DragonsMarche
Shadow
This paints a beautiful picture Aaron. I can almost smell the wood and hear the thwack of the axes, and the crackle of the hearth. Well done!
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