Celebration Gone Wrong
One night after a long fought battle in the defense of the Kriel's from the flea ridden Skorne. Borka gathered his kin to celebrate their victory in true Trollkin fashion. The fire was stoked up to the height of a Dire Troll Mauler, as pygmies and whelps scuttled about rolling together some logs for drums and jugs for tunes. As the makeshift music began to play the trolls became delighted with festivities as stories of the battle took place and laughter at the expense of their defeated enemies, but something was missing. Clearly there was no drink. Several trollkins called out "Drink! Drink! Drink" as they slammed their fists on any object that would make noise without breaking under the weight of their fists. Skaldi smirked and went to his supplies, moments later stepping back into the celebration with a rather large keg on his shoulders. "If it be drinks ye be wanting, then it be drinks ye be having!" as he set the keg down and the tap began to flow.
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