As many who have been there before, Earth Runes has a sense of mystique , built upon ancient mounds from long lost tribes that predated the tribes white men met, it is to fae eyes a veritable fairy fort built into a hill surrounded by frequent mists that part at surprising times.
That fog is lifted for Pennons. There is a sense of excitement in the air that is atypical for the somber and sometimes stormy place. The typical silver and black of Eiluned is now joined by the reds, greens, blues and golds of other houses. Indeed, an entire spectrum lights the area as even commoners have gathered their own minor unnoficial banners and been granted. Music floods the hill, as does the hammering and yammering of artisians.
Locals claim it's the biggest Pennons at the hold in five years! Almost unheard of as usually they just go to the Count's hold. The trod to Firnost has been used to steal some lightning as it were and among sluagh and boggan alike conjecture and gossip flies. Has the once Insular Baron decided to make a grab for glory for a reason?
And what will his liege say?
