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morgynleriTales From the Gray Pavilion
It stands on the wide stone bridge in the mists over the river, a cozy structure that seems absolutely tailored to welcome and beckon to you. No two people seem to agree on its appearance, save that it's, well, gray. Whether it's stone, wood, concrete, glass, painted, etched with runes, clapboard, it's always an unassuming medium gray. You see no one around or nearby, unless you had a companion in your travels. It's just you and the building.
Once inside, however, there's a change. No matter what you were expecting, you find yourself in what appears to be a vast Viking or Saxon feast-hall, largely empty and dark. The torches have apparently guttered out, except for a few nearest the fire. The fire is always lit by one burning log, that never seems to burn down or go to ash. The tables have been reduced to one, a round, wooden affair, polished by years of use and abuse, ringed by fifteen chairs. Each chair changes to be what its user wants it to be, and the place is always set with whatever food or drink or both the person desires.
Tales of the Gray Pavilion is a round robin fic festival in the style of the Canterbury Tales. Every round, a theme will be chosen that must be incorporated into the stories told. It can be as subtle as a brief mention or as blatant as a strong thematic element, but your story must include the theme somehow.
Sign-ups are open until the 15th for the first round. All are welcome to come and watch, even if you don't pick up a spot. There are currently12 11 spaces still open.
It stands on the wide stone bridge in the mists over the river, a cozy structure that seems absolutely tailored to welcome and beckon to you. No two people seem to agree on its appearance, save that it's, well, gray. Whether it's stone, wood, concrete, glass, painted, etched with runes, clapboard, it's always an unassuming medium gray. You see no one around or nearby, unless you had a companion in your travels. It's just you and the building.
Once inside, however, there's a change. No matter what you were expecting, you find yourself in what appears to be a vast Viking or Saxon feast-hall, largely empty and dark. The torches have apparently guttered out, except for a few nearest the fire. The fire is always lit by one burning log, that never seems to burn down or go to ash. The tables have been reduced to one, a round, wooden affair, polished by years of use and abuse, ringed by fifteen chairs. Each chair changes to be what its user wants it to be, and the place is always set with whatever food or drink or both the person desires.
Tales of the Gray Pavilion is a round robin fic festival in the style of the Canterbury Tales. Every round, a theme will be chosen that must be incorporated into the stories told. It can be as subtle as a brief mention or as blatant as a strong thematic element, but your story must include the theme somehow.
Sign-ups are open until the 15th for the first round. All are welcome to come and watch, even if you don't pick up a spot. There are currently