I have had a couple of culture shocks and an atypical upbringing. I am in search of my soul. Wherever I go, I see masquerades!
Watermelon. The absolute best summer food by far. Well, not on its own, of course. It must be served with your choice of cheese; it is essential. This is what my family and I used to eat alongside the Mediterranean Sea. Seven hot and rainy summers in the Middle East taught me that much. We used to go down to the beach with all sorts of folk. Many times friends, and other times with relatives, and whoever brought the cold watermelon and cheese was praised! Mm mm-mmm, scrumdiddlyumptious. Praise the Lord Almighty; my auntie used to say. Oh, how I miss summers in Tartus.
Trinity Inn: Arben and the Dragoons There weren't always dragons in the Valley. That was until Du'themere arrived in the far East. The rise of the Arcane Sage in the Kingdom of Drucca marked the end of a saga and the beginning of a new age. His majesty seemingly arrived from nowhere with an architect's itch for the creation of both the material and metaphysical. From where he accumulated his knowledge or from where he originated remains to be known, but his arrival was marked by that of the dragons. Some received the sage as saviour and prophet while others who met their untimely demise screamed tyrant. The kingdoms of old have all been erased in just over a decade. Thirteen years was all it took for empires forged over millennia to be burnt to ash, flash-frozen or converted into miles of thick shrubbery. The landscape was restructured by the might of dragons under the Grand Architect's plans. His vision is to reconstrue the world once again in the primordial image. Nothing left of civilization other than empty ruins home to beasts of all sorts and kinds. The new landscape is vast, dangerous, and, most importantly, open once again to rediscovery.