The White Horse

[Auriel Haevasawen]

A blast of snow shot into the room from the open door. A few heads turned in that direction to see who had entered but most were busy with their own discussions and drinks.

An old man dressed in brown and a younger one who could have been elf or of the race of men entered. The old man shook the snow from his long gown and nodded toward Bethberry. Quietly he found a space in the crowded parlour for himself and his companion.

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Now to introduce myself properly. I have been working in the Blue Mountains with Ith and playing Radagast. I am fairly new to the business of RPG but I really enjoy it all the same because it gives me the opportunity to write using a genre I don't usually use and to meet and collaborate with interesting people from all over the world. It also provides a great escape from real life. A good RPG is one that contains a mixture of careful planning and spontaneous tangents that weave a good, compelling story and where everyone involved feels they are valued.
Is this the kind of thing I'm supposed to write here? Please excuse if I got the wrong end of the stick. The people who've been working with me will tell you I'm not that smart!