(( This just suddenly hit me as an idea, feel free to come on in and enjoy. Be aware, if you have not played any of the recent Living Story Chapter 3, there will be spoilers below. ))
The sun begins to dim, slowly making its way behind the tall mountains of the Shiverpeaks to show off the starry skies to the Norn of Hoelbrak. As the day continued to darken, large bonfires and torches had begun to be lit by the patrolling Wolfborn, even at the days end the vast homestead continued to thrive through its nightly routine of moots and feasts.
Along the lower balcony are scattered bonfires with stools, chairs and stone benches. The common people gather here to bring word and tell tales among themselves. One of these bonfires sits an old Norn with thin grey hair and a large mug of Hunter's Ale in hand.
"The tooth.. the tooth has cracked!" The old man would shout, taking a long drink from his ale afterwards.
"That boy has found the way.. nothing but an arrow! What comes of it now? What comes of the Norn but to march forth and take back our lands!"
Sample Introduction. Name - Khorthall Ironliver, Tall, broad and bearded. Occupation - Brewmaster extraordinaire and Guardian. Popularity - Known by many traders and craftsmen and through his famous 'Bear's Bellow' brew, nearly all common drinkers have heard of him within the Shiverpeaks. Sample Introduction.
Khorthall took a seat with a mug of his own in hand, raising it to the old man who raised it in return as a respectful greeting as he would respond, "The tooth is cracked but there is more to be done. No doubt word has reached the Sons of Svanir, would be a good time as any to try and convince them to join us and destroy this frozen lizard." They both shared a laugh and spoke boldly.
Who else would hear them? Who else would come to the fire...