Tales from the Everlands

The fine bone china cups clink as the Tea and Cake trolley slowly trundles into the majestic room, One that befitted the Elven council and ten thousand years of culture and history.  High and wide, with marble alabaster columns that supported a wafer-thin lattice of Elven stained glass windows transforming sunlight into red, green and golden beams.  White Statues line the walls and at the back is a large curved balcony with red curtains gently sighing in the breeze. Two Elven warriors stand flanking the delicate archway,   At the center of the room is a wide and flat table made from rich mahogany and weyr wood oak, inlaid with marquetry of the Great War.  The thick bark had been left on as a rugged edge to the table, heavily lacquered and polished over several millennia. Along one side sat the nine members of the Elven council on their custom built chairs, some wider than others, some with higher backs for the High Elves, Others with armrests for scrolls or drin...

The Bacon sizzled in the pan of justice, an old man stood before the stove, his shoulders wide and broad, his hair thinning and grey, trimmed short.  His chain-mail shirt was aged and had many chinks in it but it was free from rust.  He cracked an egg open on the edge of the frying pan and let the yolk break upon impact, just as he liked.  He licked his lips at the thought of this Sunday morning Breakfast.  Shuffling to one side he started to slice bread from the Loaf he picked up at Sally's Bakery in town the other day. She used to put the little seeds on the top which he liked a lot, They got caught in his beard and made a good snack for later. He gripped the Bread-knife of Truth and cut two nice wedges from the bread.  There was no need to be frugal any longer, the fields were yielding good crops again and the Farmers, Woodsmen, and City folk were happy.  Nobody was trying to blow them up, No Dragons were falling from the sky, No Goblin horde was en...