1. This site uses cookies. By continuing to use this site, you are agreeing to our use of cookies. Learn More.
  2. Greetings Guest!!

    In order to combat SPAM on the forums, all users are required to have a minimum of 2 posts before they can submit links in any post or thread.

    Dismiss Notice
  3. Greetings Guest! Tonights Maintenance is complete and the Stratics Community Wiki is now live. Please see this thread for more details.
    Dismiss Notice

(RP) [NEWS] Tavern Night with SAGE!

Discussion in 'UO Pacific' started by Bryelle Vaughn, Sep 4, 2010.

  1. Bryelle Vaughn

    Bryelle Vaughn Journeyman
    Stratics Veteran Alumni

    Oct 4, 2009
    Likes Received:
    Tavern Night with SAGE​

    Compassion. It's a virtue that allows one to care what and how their fellow beings are feeling. One of Sosaria's Tenents, it is a day to day part of life in our world. And it is near the Compassion shrine that I found myself on Friday. Jutting out from the murky swamp land the cabin, large and inviting, stood not ten paces in front of me.


    Escorted by Lord Capricorn of Sage, I was politely invited to stow my precious Glue to the right. Through a set of double doors on the first floor of the establishment sat a stable facility with a stair case leading up the back. I could have gone that route to get into the Merry Meet but I elected to go back outside into the fresh air. All the way to the right and up through the front door I made my entrance.

    This wasn't my first experience meeting the members of this alliance, having been introduced once prior during the Eternal Mystics Scavenger hunt. So I was immediately greeted with “Hail's” all around. Some of the faces I recognized and some I didn't. They made welcome for me none-the-less.

    I've developed a fondness for Elven wine lately and I was offered a selection of such. It took no time for me to accept. It also took no time for me to realize that I was not the only odd one out this evening as a table over from me stood Alexander Valthos. Currently seeking the assistance of the Royal Britannian Guard, he made a stark contrast in his shadow and red against the rustic wood of the Merry Meet. And I would be remiss if I did not point out that for most of the evening all eyes, and comments, were on him. ​


    This worked well as I buried myself in my journal taking note of the sights and sounds of Sagewinds. Polite and straightforward, at least it would seem, I listened as he addressed question and comment back to back. What started out as a night at a tavern had turned into much more. ​