Saturday, 29 May 2010

Some pleasant Dwarf hospitaliy in Linkholm

Greetings Friends!
After a speedy but bumpy ride across North Redune in a wagon full of barrels of Westle beer, I arrived safely (if a little shaken up) in the capital of that kingdom. Linkholm is a fair sized city, encircled by high stone walls and with a large river running throught the middle. This leads down to the docks where a great deal of trade is transacted.
As well as being a large mannish city and port, Linkholm has the advantage of being the nearest harbour to the Dwarvish (or Kindred) kingdom of Puggor. The three great holds; Fuggin, Bleddin and Tharhold of that powerful dwarven state produce large quanitities of metal, particularily iron from the deep mines of Fuggin. This iron is manufactured into tools and weapons by the Dwarves of Bleddin, and much of thier work passes through Linkholm. The King of North Redune collects handsome revenues from this trade as well as from the produce of his own mannish people; wheat, sheep and from them, wool.
There is a large trading fleet of great cogs based in the city and these barrel-shaped ships tranport the dwarvish and home grown goods as far north as Gorglis and south to Imradd and beyond. Many ships from the Archipelago (Anguin, Pernor and so forth) also come here to trade, so it is a bustling and busy place.
After my bumpy ride I decided to stay in a Dwarvish tavern - having never experienced such a thing before. It was called the 'Drifting Miner' and is frequented by many dwarves who come and go in the course of their trade. Although the headroom in the bar room was decidedly limited, the beer was excellent and the food good solid fare. They make a robust mutton and parsnip pie (with a thick savoury gravy) which I enjoyed immensly, followed by sweet oat and cinnamon cakes drizzled in cream and honey.
I must say the dwarf hospitality far exceeded my expectations and the evening was topped off by a long round of deep droning epic songs (accompanied by a heavy dwarf drum) that the whole company seemed to know by heart. Most efficacious.
Yours truly
Cornelius

Sunday, 23 May 2010

The Kingdom of Redune and a ride amongst Westle Beer!

Dear fellow Faerie Scholars,
I have now left the Kingdom of Barradon (and very glad I am to do so!) and entered the Kingdom of North Redune. This country has closer ties to the Empire and is consequently marginally more civilised than Barradon. My next night's sleep will be in the village of High Dyke, although I would rather get to the town of Linkholm. Sadly that commodious port and market town is too far to walk in one day.
I would have to admit I was ambling along in a despondent manner (at the prospect of being marooned in High Dyke) when a caravan of great wains caught me up. The drivers, men from Westle, were pushing their heavy horses hard to maintain a cracking pace. When I waved in a friendly manner, one of them beckoned me aboard. He would not stop, and I nearly lost my footing trying to climb up on the high running board. But it was done in the end and I am now safely bouncing along amongst a dozen great barrels of best Westle Beer. And they must be delivered to Linkholm by nightfall. What a splendid piece of luck!
Fare thee well
Cornelius Clifford

Saturday, 8 May 2010

To The North!

Dear Friends
Regretably my friend, the Green Wizard and I are, in fact, no longer friends. We had the most ferocious row after I challenged his theory on the nesting habits of the great southern wingless worm. Clearly his ideas about dragons and dragon habits differ greatly from mine. For I have seen several nests of this particular breed of dragon and know of what I speak. Whereas my erstwhile friend clearly does not! It soon became clear that I was no longer welcome there so I left his commodious tower without further ado. Also with a sad nod to the Wizard's excellent elf chef, whose cooking I shall sorely miss.
I am currently staying in a large and fortified inn in the village of Darth which straddles the Great North Road in the kingdom of North Redune but must make haste, for the Landlords wife is a terrible tartar and says no hot food will be served after sunset, so I must repair to the dining hall with all speed.
Fondest regards
Cornelius