Gredonhall: An Empire Larp Story

The Adventure Begins

"And then I decided I would roam The Empire, to see the lands I will protect for the rest of my life." Gerrick knew how to spin a story like a fine gold thread. Tidwulf was completely enamoured with Gerrick's tale.
"Good stories shouldn't go for free!" Tidwulf chuckled as he called the Tavern's owner over. "Some for fruit cider me and my pale friend here!" the man nodded as he brought two fruit ciders.
The drinks were a berry kind, a deep red that would remind you of cherry blossom in the spring in the south. It smelt sweet but still had that bitter twinge of alcohol afterwards. Gerrick drank up, used to only grog from his waterskin. Oh, by the seven virtues! It went down smoother than a fresh fallen snow!
Twenty drinks between them later, their faces were red and their speech was almost incomprehensible. They laughed like little girls.
"it gets better, it gets better-" Tidwulf wheezed through his speech, his sides hurting. "I was still chasing the horses, trousers still falling down and next thing I knew, I was falling down a ditch into a river!" They both roared in laughter.
"Oh my days, Tidwulf!" Gerrick's eyes streamed and though his skin was pale, one could tell his face was red with laughter. "That's really- wow" Gerrick wiped his cheeks. "I could use some of your stories on my journeys."
Tidwulf's eyes grew sad. "It's a shame you have to leave so soon. I would've liked to speak to someone like you for a little longer."
Gerrick picked up his mug "Well, we could always form a hall and you could come with me" He joked as he took a sip.
An idea. It was brilliant. It shone like the night sky. It smelled like mum's home cooking. A hall: a group of Winterfolk sworn to each other like family. Tidwulf and Gerrick could roam around The Empire and grow their hall slowly or quickly. Tidwulf didn't care, he just wanted to see his world before he was buried in it.
"that's it!" Tidwulf grabbed Gerrick mid-sip and Gerrick dropped his empty wooden mug. "Gerrick Traustson of Sermersuaq, I would have you as a member of my hall."
Fruit cider dripped down Gerrick's chin. He swallowed his drink and coughed for a second.
"Are you serious, Sir Ifredson?" Gerrick asked, still more drunk than a king on his day of birth.
"More so than I have ever been, Sir Traustson."
"I would be honoured to join..."
'Shit. Think, think, think. Think, Tids!'
Tidwulf smiled "Gredonhall."
"To join Gredonhall." Gerrick was freed from Tidwulf's grasp. Tidwulf put his hand out. Gerrick clasped his own around his fore arm. "Pack enough to travel in, we don't stop long until we can buy a hall building now."