The Grand Lenfarthing Brewing Contest

[Valon (Yokey) 168]

 
 
 The many fine halflings go about their buisness, drinking their normal ale. Funny thing, some brew their own. Some have wonderful, tasty ales kept locked up in their cellar. Not this year. For this year, Tory Wheatshoe is hosting a brewing contest. Flyers have been posted up around the town in various places of interest. They read:

 "Fine citizens of Lenfarthing! For years, your magnificent home brews have been locked up in your burrows, these fine folk not knowing their flavor and enjoyment! But no longer! For I have decided to host The Grand Lenfarthing Brewing Contest! Anyone and everyone who can brew is invited to participate. You will brew your drink at the party, and serve it to three judges who will select the best! Then the best will be served to everyone watching! Singing and dancing will follow, and it shall be a grand old time!"

Tory begins to think of suitable judges, and plan for everything.

 

((Hosted this Saturday, 1 PM Central, unless IRL things require change.))

[Major Tom 139]

Posco notices one of the flyers, quickly skimming over it he gives a hug grin and speaks to himself.

 

"A pig can brew be'er 'han me, bu' Imma show up un way or another!"

[Matt011011 166]

Eyes the flyer for a moment, then gives an approving nod once he is finished reading.

"I'm goin' to need to talk to this -Tory- chap abou' becomin' a judge at this thing."
 

[TheRoyalOnion(Aris) 101]

Aris writes on the flyer on the Lenfarthing notice board

 

"Te elders approve O' this event! As long as we are allowed te partake as te judges O' te fine brews!"

[Free The Hobbits 859]

silently prepares his meat brew

[Valon (Yokey) 168]

The elders will judge, Tory is off on an adventure.

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.