The Bannered Mare

Image screencapped from zemalf, possibly the only other person to ever enjoy this view.

Faraway traveller, song-regaled battler,
Bards that are skilled in both rhythm and rhyme:
Though other lands wait and their castles be great,
There’s still an establishment begs your time.
Rest for the weary and wine for the dreary,
And song for those without a care—
A coin and a road are the requisite load
To enter the halls of the Bannered Mare.

The Chronicles of Soemthign: The End

The story so far...

Asrayah clicked a switch on his helmet. As night-vision sensors kicked in, he saw dim shapes surrounding them. Some fleeing with a robot head and a derelict maintbot. More quickly closing in. He barked out this information.