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<blockquote data-quote="kiznit" data-source="post: 916069" data-attributes="member: 3994">The White Stallion The White Stallion is a large, fieldstone inn on the road to the GambleWood fairgrounds on the edge of the BriarWoods. Every two years, the fairgrounds hold court to some of the greatest knights and nobles of the Five Kingdoms, who travel here to tourney each other for honour, lands, and the eyes of fair ladies. At this time, the Inn is packed, usually with lesser nobles or younger knights who do not have the equipment or the guards to set up their own tent estates. Nonetheless, a veritable who's-who of country heroes, aspiring ex-brigands, and fallen dignitaries eye each other and try to out-story the crowd with tales of conquest and might.Oaken GambleWood (whose name probably owes more to marketing than hereditary) keeps his room and drink prices high and his serving girls comely, though his ear and favor are worth seeking thanks to the far and wide connections he's made over the years. If one visits the White Stallion in the off-season more often than not you will find it closed, as Oaken is off on one of his basement stocking caravans, but if you find it open, his food is fresh and his interest keen.Rumors abound that when the great unchallenged Blue Boar knight was unhorsed by a young unknown last tourney, it was in fact Oaken's homebrew that had shifted his balance. The proprietor swears this is false, however, and assures that the great Boar's behavior the night before was entirely self-fulfilling.Next Name:MireGully Coven</blockquote>

[QUOTE="kiznit, post: 916069, member: 3994"] [B]The White Stallion[/B] The White Stallion is a large, fieldstone inn on the road to the GambleWood fairgrounds on the edge of the BriarWoods. Every two years, the fairgrounds hold court to some of the greatest knights and nobles of the Five Kingdoms, who travel here to tourney each other for honour, lands, and the eyes of fair ladies. At this time, the Inn is packed, usually with lesser nobles or younger knights who do not have the equipment or the guards to set up their own tent estates. Nonetheless, a veritable who's-who of country heroes, aspiring ex-brigands, and fallen dignitaries eye each other and try to out-story the crowd with tales of conquest and might. Oaken GambleWood (whose name probably owes more to marketing than hereditary) keeps his room and drink prices high and his serving girls comely, though his ear and favor are worth seeking thanks to the far and wide connections he's made over the years. If one visits the White Stallion in the off-season more often than not you will find it closed, as Oaken is off on one of his basement stocking caravans, but if you find it open, his food is fresh and his interest keen. Rumors abound that when the great unchallenged Blue Boar knight was unhorsed by a young unknown last tourney, it was in fact Oaken's homebrew that had shifted his balance. The proprietor swears this is false, however, and assures that the great Boar's behavior the night before was entirely self-fulfilling. Next Name: [B]MireGully Coven[/B] [/QUOTE]

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