The Slosh House

* Eowen smiles *
Im feeling fine my little friend
* She accepts the dice and makes her rolls growling with each failure *
Ugh troll poo looks like 21 for me
*She finishes her drink.and pushes the dice back *

* with a naughty grin Eowen picks up her lute and sings a quick limerick *
Eristor, Eristor, so wise and so tall,

With a staff in his hand, and a spell on his tongue.

But when it came time to choose our new home,

He led us to West Marches, where the monsters roam.



'I've heard the legends, I've read the signs,'

He said with a nod, like he had all the time.

But as we crossed through the Lilac Veil,

We all knew, Eristor was feeling quite pale.



'Remember, my friends, magic can fail,'

He muttered as monsters began to wail.

So here we are, in this keep so old,

Where Eristor's wisdom has led us, for gold.



But shush, don't tell him, I'm sure he'll understand,

That though his guidance may sometimes seem grand,

When it comes to protecting our hides,

We'll all need to rely on our own talents inside."

Diligently, Gloom and Ribberz, score a pair of 25s for their last round of the game. Star finishes with a 22. She smirks at Eowen's latest diddy. "So true... Well, Ribbz. Luck be with you tonight in Sloshy House-land. You win by four points!"

* Eowen claps softly then hiccups *
Well done my friend next time I'll try and stay slightly more sober

"Its getting late." Star intones. "We should make our departure and find whatever rest we may in the meager accommodations available to us in this strange keep once more." She packs up the knucklebones in their small pouch and puts them away, then drains the last of her ale from its vessel, before placing the empty solidly on the table in front of her.

* Eowen nods sleepily *
Yes im tired and in need of rest too
* She gathers up her instrument and looks around the Slosh House and dissapears into the sea of legs*

Star quickly follows from the Slosh House, with her minions in tow.