Near the exit of the Cavalry Courtyard stands The Æthelmund, the final hope of any thirsty Rider. Far more solid than in the past, the Cavalry's pub greets new arrivals with the warm light of lanterns flickering by the door. As you step in, welcoming the cool air of the inside in the hot summer's evening, you are welcomed by the familiar sights and smells, mostly the loud laughter of dryhtgumas relaxing after a long day. A group in the corner is particularly loud, standing in a circle around a poor new dryht, looking desperately at the large mug in front of him. In the fireplace a huge fire roars, warming the pub against the cold of late winter outside. A large slab of wood is hung above it, replacing those that have come before it. On it are carved the words "Where the foundation is strong, the Spirit lives forever."
Cavalry business in the Mark has been slow, with little to do outside of patrols and maintenance-type duties. With no good fights or battles to be had, soldiers are becoming restless and bored, which is a perfect excuse to open the old pub for some fun and relaxation! Much to the relief of many a Dryht, the sign banning all weapons has been removed from the door, though Sceo looks warily at each new person who walks in. Sceohund waits by the bar, with a dubious look on his face and a scowl for everyone who comes in. He clearly isn't eager for a pub full of bored warriors. Hanging behind him on the wall is a menu, familiar to all but the newest trainees..
[br]Cavalry business in the Mark has been slow, with little to do outside of patrols and maintenance-type duties. With no good fights or battles to be had, soldiers are becoming restless and bored, which is a perfect excuse to open the old pub for some fun and relaxation! Much to the relief of many a Dryht, the sign banning all weapons has been removed from the door, though Sceo looks warily at each new person who walks in. Sceohund waits by the bar, with a dubious look on his face and a scowl for everyone who comes in. He clearly isn't eager for a pub full of bored warriors. Hanging behind him on the wall is a menu, familiar to all but the newest trainees..
Oromë’s Bletsung, this red wine is truly a blessing, a real nectar of the Gods.
Hwitsceo, a fluffy concoction of clear filtered ale mixed with just a touch of white clover honey topped with mounds of sweetened whipped cream.
Glavrol, a fine and delicious wine that won’t make you drunk, but will cause you to babble nonsense should you drink too much
WildeBur, (Wild Boar) the drink is fairly basic, consisting of a mixture of honey ale, stirred in with some fresh cream, and fruit juice, usually from a cherry, but can be substituted with any fresh fruit. The appearance is rather red and frothy, invigorating the onlooker with a thirst for the hunt, and the mead has a kick like an angered boar, yet the fruit gives a mellow finish, the end of the hunt.
Readsteda, (Red Stallion) It has a strong amount of Ale and a few shots of some other Rohirrim Ingredients for extra energy. It can be added to almost any Rohirric Drink or juice.
Faestbrand “because that’s what it’ll feel like going down your throat.” A mix of whiskey, ale, a little splash of beer and a little splash of a dark elixir for taste.
Stout Halbert, a delicious dark beer introduced to us by our very own Blædtunge.
Mearas Blod, a thick, potent and dark red drink with a kick; made from a variety of dark-red berries growing in swampy places
Green Rider’s Ale, foreigner’s stereotypical drink of the Mark. Pale ale, smooth and mild but has an unexpected kick at the bottom of the mug.
Mirigetunge, a type of tiny honey cake baked over the fire, and sure to go well with any drink.
Gedwol, a dish of salmon grilled in a sauce reminiscent of barbecue with a hint of lilac. It goes well with a foaming tankard of 1420 malt.
Stelitunge, a cake mixed with a little honey, a bit of ale, lemon, and some extra strong something or other
Hefonciese, a soft-crust goat’s cheese, nice and creamy.
Wisedreda se Remy, “The wise strength of Remy“ the name needs no explanation...all who attempt to tackle this sandwich shall feel the wind of Remy beneath their wings, and the whisper of his voice in their ears, and may they remember better days, and look forward to Remy’s return... (THE premiere dish of the house!)
Badger Burger, the return of an old favorite. Badger meat cooked on a stick and slapped between two small round loaves of bread. You’ll have to do your own roasting by the way.
The Marshal’s Malt Whiskey, in memory of all the Marshals who've drunk here before, a bitter drink that brings fire to your belly, much like the Marshals of the cavalry.
And for all the newest Dryhtguma‘s, or an newly promoted marshal, a drink that reflects the rigors of your recent training: Bilewitdox...roughly translated, it means "The Dusk of Innocence". A perfect drink for a newly initiated, it’s first filled with a light ale, said to symbolize the innocence of the young trainee. Then, the mixer will take the sap from a beech tree aged exactly 2 weeks, and fermented with sour lemons, and pour this into the light ale. The horrible strength and acidity of this sap signifies the new life of a hardened veteran warrior, the bittersweet life of a Dryhtguma. (Compliments of Sicilius ~ Or BLAME Sicilius, whatever the case!)
Welcome to the Elite Cavalry’s pub. I don't think you can burn this one down, but then again, we can never be sure until we try, can we? (This does NOT mean you, Egeslic!) Now for the few rules we must have, even when relaxing:
1.) Stay in character and be creative. Order a drink, it is a pub after all, but try not drinking it all alone in some corner unless absolutely necessary. By all means, try singing, too, we are always up for a good song, but remember to credit it if it is not your creation.
2.) Stick to the general Plaza rules. Most of all, this includes no spamming or OOC chatting.
3.) Only members of the Cavalry post in here, please -- trainees are included as members, for pub purposes.
4.) Have fun!