Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20151122010838/@comment-26084998-20151128201748

Ooo, drinking!

"Oi! Lads! Break out the mead! Tonight we feast!" Frohr was quite content with how the battle had gone. He had lost around 120 men, all of whom he wished he could have saved, but he knew they were feasting in their afterlifes and celebrating their glorious final battle. "Glosur! Hidor-s-s, ah damn it. Forgive me but your name is bloody hell to say! Lemme try some of that lovely looking drink!" (Scotians put almost as much energy into feasts as they do battle, and they have the alcohol tolerance of a Irish Russian who lives in a brewery. Even so, it'll still knock most of them flat, although maybe not Frohr. Who knows.)