emberhard

Emberhard stands on the deck of his ship moored at the Malinor docks. He holds several lines within his hand twirling them about as he explains a multitude knots to the cabin boy, Hour. The two make preparations for a several day voyage in which Emberhard will teach the young lad the basics of sailing on his new found home of The Keg. The vessel almost seams to ache with anticipation as the two idly waist time, not knowing of the coming storm.

Emberhard, also now an ex-prince sits peacefully upon a bench in Malinor, ale flask in hand. His eyes are locked in a glassy 1000 yard stare into oblivion. A look of simple content upon his face... As slowly, darknes fades in... as his story and the inner working of his mind begins to manifest.... But then he snaps out of it. Remembering that his story is so long that even he has stopped bothering to count the years past. That the inner working of his mind, which some call brilliance, and others madness....'tis on second thought....a rather silly place.

* The old, decaying posters have long been ripped down, but on this day passers by would find new fresh ones where they once hung.*

* Though no longer Prince, Emberhard strolls about still quite content to see to posters about Malinor...

*Emberhard tracks down the tavern, he strolls in looking quite curiously about the place. Reaching into this coat he pulls out a rolled up parchment which he slides to the opposite side of the bar, for the proprietor or anyone of significance to find. *

* strolls about peacefully, ripping down the old fliers and replacing them with edited new ones. *

* flips the letter over, checking the back for any additional text* "hhhmmm...reusing old propaganda I see..." he states rather unimpressed, taking one last look before crumbling it up.

* Emberhard returns to the posters, crossing out the details about treasurer and it being open.*

*The outside of the letter is sealed with green wax, and written upon the outside it reads: "To those whom encroach upon the land of Malin's children, and quarrel their druidic brothers and sisters." Should you open it, you would find it reads:

* Fresh new edited poster would appear in place of the old ones which have by now been covered up or torn down. These posters once again smelling of ale and appearing in public locations.*

*Emberhard strolls through the streets, humming some manor of sea shanty under his breath with a stack of fresh posters under his arm. He rips down the old posters and replaced them with new, fresh, edited ones.*

* The still very much a Prince of the still very much High council, of the still very much Holy Princedom of Malinor straitens the paper he is reading, frowning a single brow "Perhaps Mr. Ebs should do more research into his publications..."

Posters and fliers are posted all about public locations in Anthos, the paper its printed on smelling of liquor. Two brewers, who rival only each other in age and experience, have combined minds to produce ale so good even the Anguels demand their share. Utilizing techniques from Petyr (along with eons of experience and testing), ranks them and their brews as legends amongst all Brewers! ♤ Embertree Lager ♤ The most hardy of drinks for anyone new or old to the game. Nothing beats the ageless classic of this smooth, bitter ale. - 15 ₥ for one bottle (3) - 320 ₥ for one large keg (64) -960 ₥ for three large kegs (192) ♕Absinthe♕ The newest sinful creation of the age old brewers, Absinthe is elven gold. The green natural-liquorice like nectar will quell anyone’s sweet tooth, with the strength and effect to calm the nerves of the hardiest gentlemen. We do warn you though, this may be slightly addictive, causing you to feel at peace with the world, and those around you may become increasingly attractive. Absinthe is bottled at almost perfect purity so it is highly suggest that it is watered down prior to serving. It is also traditionally served with a lump of sugar, though its the drinker’s choice. - 24 ₥ for one bottle of elven day’s age (3) - 512 ₥ for one large keg of elven week’s age (64) -1536 ₥ for three large kegs of varying ages (192) ✥Embertree Whiskey✥ The brew that made drinking dangerous. This true gentleman's drink is best complimented with high grade smokes and facial hair, bar fights and female escorts optional. - 18 ₥ for one bottle (3) - 420 ₥ for one large keg (64) -1100 ₥ for three large kegs (192) To order any of these fine beverages contact Master Brewer Emberhard (emberhard), or Master Brewer Treehugger (Saviordude). ((you may send a bird ingame, or send one via posting below)) More brews will be coming in the future as we are always hard at work to usher forth the best in quality ales, liquors, wines, and spirits. "Even if its ale for the poor man we will see to it that its the finest, most pure liquid godliness to pass down his throat." *all bottles of Embertree ale will have the Embertree logo (see top) imprinted in the glass*

Emberhard smiles, chuckling under his breath slightly as he reads it, turning to anyone who might be listening he grins speaking with hints of sarcasm. "Well if we are tampering with words and deffinitions, while we are at it I personaly think 'aheral' should now mean somthing along the lines of 'inflated bigot'...hhmm...though perhaps I am being sardonic...unless of course that was changed as well...."

*Emberhard strolls through Malinor, re-applying fresh, new posters over the aged ones.*