Branwyn had a dream

[Sara Dale]

Sometime during the night Branwyn had a dream.  The Flaming Gargoyle in Ter Mur and The Golden Unicorn in Wispwood were finally linked.   It had been an ordeal getting them so.    Bruin was moving and was busy with setting up his house.  Bran had gotten a commission to decorate a keep.  Wisp the owner of The Golden Unicorn hadnt been seen.  Poor Des kept telling everyone soon they would be linked.  Finally in the middle of the night Bruin, Wisp, Branwyn and Des were able to get together to make it happen.   

[UncleSham]

sweet . the web grows . 

[Rothen]

Woot!  Guess the planets aligned last night, in the proper order and at the right time. 

[Branwyn of Errol]

*Desdemona Lyre opened her eyes to a bright sunny morning. As she looked out the window, she heard the sound of human snoring in the bed next to her. Looking over at the disheveled Branwyn she sighed. These humans make such an irritating noise when they are sleeping. Deciding to go down to the War Minister's office and get a fresh bottle of ink Des stepped out onto the porch and as she was about to take flight, she noticed that a new teleporter had somehow appeared next to the one that went to the Lyceum in Gilfane that was not there when she retired for the night. So she stepped on it and appeared at the tavern in Wispwoodshire. Hmm, she thought; well Branwyn had promised that someday this link would be established. The mostly elven population of Wispwoodshire would be good customers at "The Flaming Gargoyle" as the elves loved merriment, food and drink. The fine wine of Ter Mur was made from the rare grapes grown in the Holy City near the Tomb of the Kings and so it was forbidden to export it to Britannia. Outside of the open air market in the Queen's Royal City, her tavern was the only place to obtain it. And then there was Des's tasty rotworm stew. Although the gargoyles had tried to guard the secret, elves had been the first outworlders to discover the amazing aphrodisiac properties of rotworm meat. Des sighed again. I guess I had better get my boomerang and stock up on rotworm because once the word gets out it will be busy in here. So Des goes off humming a happy tune seeing visions of gold coins dancing in her head. And how she (Branwyn) pulled that off last night I have no idea as the old crone never got out of bed. Elven magik no doubt at work here.

[Rothen]

Oh God, rotworm stew, ugghhh.  Think I just threw up in my mouth a little there....