It was the fourth Thursday of November. A small war band of friends traveled along a worn and beaten path. Many had traveled this path before them. But they were no stranger to it as this was the main road through the lands of Mittelmarch, Stormhaven, Northern Steppes and other realms alike.
The barkeep eyed them suspiciously as they entered the Silver Moon Tavern. He saw that they were cold and hungry as well as local to the area. The band of friends looked over to the fire blazing in the middle of the tavern. They gathered around to keep warm and the barkeep placed a Turkey with a nice skewer onto the fire pit. The smell consumed the tavern and had caught the attention of all the locals that resided in the tavern. The band of friends looked around and saw that more of the locals gathered by this fire. Shouts from all corners then consumed the building as music and dance broke out. "Happy Thanksgiving." and "Drinks all around."
The Silvermoon Tavern was was the place to be this season.
(OOC:) Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, Hope you enjoyed the short story. Feel free to add to this, (Thanksgiving Only)
Last Edit: Nov 27, 2008 12:07:13 GMT -5 by Gryphon