A Threat to Bree (1/23, 62+)
The brigand leader looked about the crumbling ruins and cackled. In his mind's eye, he saw the toppled stone slabs covered in barrels of the finest Prancing Pony ale; the ground carpeted in lavish, velvet robes of those decadent Bree townsfolk; and his armor racks piled high with dangerous and, best of all, free, weapons.
His gaze brushed over the ominous stone idol that, weeks and weeks ago, had seemed to call him and his mercenaries here and his eyes swam for a moment. He rubbed his temples as an uncomfortable tickle formed in the back of his skull and he growled. Just a few more days, he kept thinking to himself. In just a few days, he would finally burst into town, burn and pillage, and release the pent up energy that had been building so long in him. A new smirk grew on his face, and it swelled and swelled until it became a maniacal laugh.
They would crush the soft Bree-folk like a monstrous wave shattering an old, worn out rowboat. Pity the poor fools stupid enough to be in that rowboat.
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You've heard a rumor help may be needed in Bree! Find Thunder the lore-master near the Boar Fountain to rally the town and push back the assault. 11pm EST / 8 pm PST on Sunday, January 23.
Skirmish part of the event likely held at 62+ unless we're lucky enough to field a group at a lower level, too. RP in /say to add some spice to the event; wave at Thunder to fellow up and use /f for some chatting/organization.
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