Just a note: Summer, Prospective Summer, and those with Good Will, are welcome
The Forge is closed. The Bar, on the other hand, is very open. The Music blares through the speaker system of the Metal Club.
The Hoplite King of Summer Sits at the bar, pint glass in hand. The Mantle of War swirled around him as he brought the glass to his lips. His eyes are closes as he listens to the music of Slipknot blasting through the sound system. All Hope is Gone. Is it? Is it really? Spartan asked himself as he waits for the others to arrive.
Perhaps today would be the day...
The Octagonal cage is lowered to the floor. It was going to be needed tonight...