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[asmund-scion-of-ice]

Frostwing Meadery Menu

Good day, one and all! Today, a new menu has been posted! Please, do not hesitate to ask for any drink in general, but these are the new specials!

Selesnyan Blueberry Beer

Niv-Mizzet’s Sparkling Cider

[Redacted]’s Dark Brew

The Boros Special: Whiskey on the Rocks

Momir Vig’s Homemade Warm Beer

Gruul Jungle Juice

Azorius Detaining Mix

The Party Wine From The Demon Below

Orzhov Mind Breaker

Jarguund Acerglyn

Innistradi Bilbemel

Rubble Belt Black Mead

Frostwing Cyser

Frostwing Short Mead

Frostwing Great Mead

Thraben Melomel

Scalelord’s Finest Orange Melomel

Orazca Gold Morat

Meletis Oxymel

Cynax’s Mulled Wine

Setessen Old Arbor

Trostad Red

Hanweird Ever Old Sparkling

9th District Amber Ale

Sun Empire Balche

Fiora Bochet

Brazen Capsicumel

Zendikari Metheglin

Meletis Midus

Rovriddare Trojniak

Berghem Sima

Amonkheti White Mead

Inventor’s Fair’s Finest Dark Beer

Arkhos Twilight Mead

Dominarian Vodka

Equilorian Blue Mead

Shivan Black Mead

Iquatana Pale Ale

Minamo Stout

Otarian White Wine

Skybreen Acerglyn

Goldmeadow Rose

Cliffside Braggot

Segovia Short Mead

Raven’s Run Porter

Valla Gverc

Murasa Red Wine

Belenon Red

Regatha Pale Ale

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[asmund-scion-of-ice]

"Wait," cried Asmund, slowly tottering over to the table, clumsily avoiding tables and chairs. "If you plan to continue your music, why not drinks as well? These are on the house." The dragon places two full Setessen Old Arbors onto the table. "Please, drink up." The dragon chortled, "I can only imagine your singing and playing can get better with drink. Though it is wonderful already."

Evening Serenades

Eager as a saytr going to a party, Theren rushed to the Frostwing Meadery. His heart was beating fast and he was giddy like a puppy. As he walked through the doors of the Frostwing Meadery at 4:45, he brightly called through the door, “Salutations Asmund! How are yo— what in Erebos’ Underwood happened to you.

@asmund-scion-of-ice @wojekrookie

[viajantemeiaboca]

12.03.2017 | Curaçao, Willemstad

Já faz um tempo que eu não tenho tempo, me lembro que sempre critiquei isso, a escolha que o ser humano faz de não ter mais tempo pra nada e só trabalhar, mas hoje consegui ter um tempo pra escrever (tô matando culto, desculpa mãe).

Desde que eu saí de casa muita coisa mudou e, quando eu completei seis meses no navio há alguns dias atrás, tive minha conversa com a personal para avaliar tudo o que passou e vou tentar explicar:

Eu saí de casa em janeiro do ano passado para estudar na OM porque eu sabia que era isso que eu precisava fazer pra vir pro Logos Hope, Deus me surpreendeu (como sempre) e o treinamento acabou sendo muito melhor do que eu imaginava, aprendi muito e a coisa mais importante que aprendi foi a descoberta de que vou ser missionária (pra valer) até morrer. E falando em morte passei muito disso também, a Sô (líder que me enviou para a OM) morreu e eu quase não vim pro navio, amo a minha igreja e sabia que não ia ser mais a mesma coisa sem ela, sabia que alguém precisava ajudar a cuidar de tudo, mas daí Deus me disse que quem cuida e eu vi que o que eu sabia era de nada mesmo, e se Ele falou eu que não ia discutir (já desisti dessa burrice de discutir com Deus te tempo).

Pois então, acabou que fiz a prova, conversei com o meu líder da OM e disse que queria vir por um ano, ele disse que a OM só envia pra dois anos e aí eu vim pra dois anos mesmo, era um sonho muito grande a ideia de passer por vários lugares do mundo falando de Jesus e fazendo trabalho voluntário nos portos, mas eu não contava com as oito de trabalhos por dia. MEUS AMIGOS MINHAS AMIGAS oito horas por dia limpando banheiro, carpete, cabine, cozinha, salão de festa, salão de culto, palco, etc, etc, etc, etc faz qualquer hora extra que você estava disposto a dar pro ministério sumir da agenda e virar hora extra na cama (até porque você não tem mais hora extra), e daí aconteceu, depois de uns quarenta dias, a grande descoberta da minha vida (que eu sempre falava mas não sabia de verdade): eu vim pra aprender e não pra ensinar.

E assim, meu dia que começava as 6h passou a começar as 5h com meu devocional pessoal, e aí tudo começou a mudar na minha vida, recebi convites pra participar de eventos e tinha energia, participei dos cdays mais maravilhosos do mundo, traduzi inglês pra português, português pra inglês, crioulo pra português, inglês pra espanhol, papiamento pra espanhol e já sei como se diz “PRECISO FAZER XIXI!” em mandarim (e a única língua que eu realmente falo é português mesmo).

Depois de uns três meses chegou o tempo que sempre chega pra todo mundo que dá tudo que pode em alguma área da vida: a hora de mudar. Eu não sentia que aquilo era o suficiente mais, eu queria mais, queria mudar e tentei mudar de departamento, muitas pessoas aplicaram pra mudar também e muitas conseguiram mas eu não e, inclusive, todas as pessoas que foram para o departamento que eu queria ir não pediram para ir pra lá, elas foram convidadas e eu me senti tão incapaz porque os líderes viram meu nome na lista e não acharam que eu era boa o suficiente e, tanto não acharam, que escolheram quem não queria ir e eles achavam que eles eram melhores do que eu (que absurdo!)  foi o que eu pensei (rainha da humildade).

E daí fiz aquele drama básico, eu chorei, eu sofri, eu não aguentava mais, eu não queria mais limpar por oito horas e usar minhas outras quatro horas livres pra me desdobrar em um evento ou traduzir ou ensinar eu só queria mudar e depois de toda aquela minha cena de final de filme francês eu percebi que eu estava insatisfeita porque não era humilde (tcham daaaam),  eu consegui ver que eu queria mudar porque eu achava que o outro emprego valia mais que o meu e, na verdade, meu coração de serva não era tão serva assim.

ENTÃO decidi aceitar meu destino de limpadora oficial dos cocos feitos no chão do deck 4 e do deck 8 e mudei minha atitude ao invés do meu emprego (dá pra virar slogan da crise “mude sua attitude e não seu emprego” :D), depois de mais um mês e meio talvez eu fui chamada pra uma conversa em que me ofeceram uma outra vaga em outro lugar, mas eu sabia na minha pança (pança: conjunto da minha mente, coração e espírito) que eu não devia ir e fiquei no Angels e aí você me diz “SUA LOKA, DOIDJA, PIRADA!!” Sou mesmo gente, cês me desculpa.

E o tempo passou e chegaram os seis meses e passaram os seis meses e chegou o momento em que eu precisava decidir pra onde eu iria depois de mais três meses (porque o máximo no meu departamento é um ano) mas, quando olhei pro navio, pra tudo que ele tem não vi lugar pra mim, eu vim pra cá pra isso, pra limpar, conhecer as pessoas e servir a todos oferecendo pra eles um banheiro limpo, uma roupa dobrada e até uma toalha em formato de barquinho com uma água e chocolate per guest se você quiser nos visitor :D.

Mas e aí? E meus dois anos? Informo a vocês, meus amigos, minhas amigas que os meus dois anos viraram onze meses, porque nessa vida tudo se transforma e nossos planos também. Estou voltando para Brasília no dia 30 de julho de 2017, quero festa com churrasco (não aguento mais pão de forma e miojo me ajuda, gente) e hei de descobrir meu próximo destino junto com a minha igreja e com a minha família.

Ainda tem muito chão pela frente, sim senhor, o drydoc começa amanhã e, nesse tempo, o navio passa por limpeza e manuntenção e a tripulação é enviada pra fazer trabalhos específicos em vários lugares do mundo durante um mês e euzinha, rainha dos cocos do deck 4 (e do deck 8), vou liderar uma equipe de oito pessoas aqui mesmo em curação limpando, pintando e contruindo um centro de atendimento cristão pra comunidade do monte carmelo e eu não poderia estar mais grata a Jesus por essa paz que eu sinto bem no centro da minha pança, onde meu espírito, meu coração e minha alma se encontram e, guiados pelo Pai de todas as cores, me colore um caminho que eu sigo sem medo, mesmo que isso me faça mudar mais setessen

[asmund-scion-of-ice]

A Taste of Frostwing Meadery

Denizens of Ravnica! Another few days and Frostwing Meadery will be open for business! Situated in the 9th District, Frostwing Meadery will hopefully become Ravnica's gathering place and prominent watering hole. Below are just a few of the beverages I will be serving. If anyone has any suggestions for drinks please let me know!

- Jarguund Acerglyn

- Innistradi Bilbemel

- Rubble Belt Black Mead

- Golgari Blue Mead

- Frostwing Cyser

- Frostwing Short Mead

- Frostwing Great Mead

- Thraben Melomel

- Scalelord's Finest Orange Melomel

- Orazca Gold Morat

- Meletis Oxymel

- Cynax's Mulled Wine

- Setessen Old Arbor

- Trostad Red

- Hanweir Ever Old Sparkling

- 9th District Amber Ale

- Selsenyan Blueberry Beer

- Niv-Mizzet's Sparking Cider

- [Redacted]'s Dark Brew

- The Boros Special, Whiskey on the Rocks

- Momir Vig's Homemade Warm Beer

- Gruul Jungle Juice

- Azorius Detaining Mix

- The Party Wine From The Demon Below

- Orzhov Mind Breaker

Many other brews will become available over time! I hope you all will partake at the grand opening in 2 days!

@azoriuslicenser @actualborossoldier @lasav-the-sneakster @nicool--brolas @pepperapb @thetalesofthereneverwood @a-boros-named-seamus @edh-a-to-z @digitalis-the-engineer @asktheguildpact @lucianofsamosata @golgaristorm @poison-stripes

[asmund-scion-of-ice]

A Slow Night at the Meadery

A cold, snowy evening. Perfect, by all accounts. A small number of visitors, and Theren Everwood, the local planeswalking bard, made their way in and out of Frostwing Meadery. A, comparatively small, Izzet guidlmage and a Zendikari angel graced my hall this evening, and spoke to their sparking and their homes. It was a wonderful time, really, as Theren played on my new acquired piano. I made it snow, just for the effect. I’m sure they were pleased.

But, there was a meeting to attend to. As it stands, the Ravnican City Board has a meeting here in a few minutes. Theren is already here and is still playing up on stage, sipping at the Setessen Old Arbor cider I gave him. 

As I wait, my mind wanders back a number of years, as I tend to do when bored. I wipe away the dirtiness of the smaller glasses and steins with a cloth wrapped around a claw, almost too large around to fit inside as I think. Many years back my mind goes, zig-zagging through the corridors of my memories.

I find myself standing in a large, glistening cave. White, with streaks of blue, just as my own scales, and meadery. I look down and see I’m standing much closer to the ground now. Even my tail is complete! It’s been over 500 years since my tail was last whole, and I’m remembering its last day quite clearly. The ice and stone of the cave keep me cold, a familiar, wonderful embrace. I hear laughter and squawking and turn to see my clutch mates roughhousing. Quickly, I clumsily leap over to them, my stubby wings barely lifting me from the smooth floor.

My mind departs my old body and I hover there, above my family. Small, and precious. Herleif, Gunhild, Val, and Kachina; the smallest white dragons on all of Jarguund, an impressive clutch. Back, in the present, I feel a small tear form in my eyes. I let it fall as, in my memories, the ground rumbles. My mother, Ebele, flying in from the cave’s entrance a quarter mile away, looking panicked and angry. Her great wings pulling us into shelter, even colder than the air.

Then the crack of stone, the whoosh of hot air pushing its way into the cave. It burned. I saw myself cover my eyes with my wings, cowering before the menace before my family. Dwarves. Too many dwarves. With a battle cry they leapt into battle, weaving spells, throwing spears and angrily swinging hammers and axes. Incapacitated, Mother watched in horror as the dwarves cut down my clutch mates, and, slowly, painfully, I saw my mother killed. My tiny, hatchling self crying out in fear and anger, leaping blindly into the fray while the others stood paralyzed, or dead. With a cracking roar, I cut into the first dwarf, parting his armor like the hide of a goat. I froze the blood in his veins as tears fell. Ebele, screaming in horror as the dwarf’s mate, long, blonde braids falling over silver and gold plate armor, cut into my tail. A flash as I disappeared.

I found myself staring up at a large dragon. Unknown to me. I registered the beast as intelligent, like myself. my hatchling self, bleeding profusely, collapsed as the white and red dragon, slender, feathered, agile and calm, lifted me away to the monastery I called home for many years thereafter.

My mind crashed back into the present as Madame Poison, Gardonia, and Lasav pushed their way into the Meadery. I wiped my eye with a wingclaw, the jewelry hanging there twinkling in Frostwing’s light.

“Salutations my friends, are we ready for our meeting?”

I pulled out a number of steins and steeled myself for an evening of debating and strange news.

@thetalesofthereneverwood @gardianforce @lasav-the-sneakster @poison-stripes @bobstropajo @shepherd-ivaria

Let me know what you all think! Have a great evening everyone!

[asmund-scion-of-ice]

Of course, my friend.

* he reaches toward the top of the back wall, about 100 feet up, and pours a marble stein of golden fluid; he sets it upon the bar, chills it, and passes it across *

A Setessen Old Arbor. Please, enjoy. This is your first time here, so it's on the house.

*walks into the Frostwing Meadery looking a little uncomfortable being an angel in a bar, but seeks out @asmund-scion-of-ice*

Hello, dear friend. I am trying to check in on everyone who was hurt in the fray the other night. How art thou fairing?

[asmund-scion-of-ice]

A Fantastic Affair

As it was, the day was busy. Cleaning, moving things, moving other things, and cleaning again. Entertaining, I know. That’s why I had a number of guests at the Meadery this evening.

A battle of the bards. Who would have thought such a challenge would arrive? On these cold, snowy nights anything could happen, I suppose. Luckily for me, I got to host such a wondrous occasion.

There was Theren Everwood, the bard of Theros. Then there was Gardonia of the Boros Legion. Quite stunning, honestly. Both men, playing their hearts out on stage. I don’t think anyone expected such a wonderful occurrence.

Three songs each, some mellow, others thunderous, more uplifting, a number solemn. Each was incredible to hear. Lute and lightning, wood oil and ozone, nigh-angelic voices played in challenge, in competition, in high spirits. I was enthralled the entire evening.

Now, finishing my closing routine, I thought to all the wonderful friends I’d made up to this point. An Izzet mage. A Setessen Bard. A Zendikari Angel. An Elder Dragon. An Engineer. A Shopkeep. A Pastry Master. A Tired Captain. So many others. I was a lucky dragon, for sure.

Thinking back to my home, many years ago, I drift back to my coronation night. A terrible ruler, I was. The jewels on my wing, the physical manifestation of my station, placed there by a surprisingly tall dwarf, all of 4 and a half feet tall. The dwarf, General Widowmaker, smiling with pride as he lift the jewel to my lowered wingclaw. My soldiers, standing smartly atop the White Mountain, the snow blowing wildly about in the clear sun. I realized, looking over my country in my mind, that I missed my home. In my mind’s eye I saw my people, going about their daily routines, not much unlike the people of Ravnica.

A second home. I came back to the present as another customer wandered in. It was another cold night out, just as enjoyable as the cold of my first home. Jarguund could wait. The friends I’ve made in my short time here are worth my time, and my effort. Just wonderful, the lot of them.

I suppose I’ll have to treat them to another night of entertainment and drink.

[asmund-scion-of-ice]

Yes, of course.

* he pours to large steins of Setessen Old Arbor, bringing them to the table, with a look he ushers the other patrons out and bars the door *

You shall have complete privacy, my friend. Other than myself, of course.

*Alek leads @ral-zarek-petty-guildmage to the Frostwing Meadery (@asmund-scion-of-ice). He makes Ral seat in one of the tables, away from anyone who’s there, then goes to the bar*

Hello Asmund, would you give me a couple of ciders, please? I’ve got a… Friend… Over. Would you be kind enough and take a look over our table every now and then please?

[asmund-scion-of-ice]

Here, have some Setessen Old Arbor.

* walks out from behind the bar, ensuring his tail doesn't slap the other two guests on the way out, a chilled marble stein in his claw*

Now, entertain us! These tunes are quite interesting on a lute.

*Stops by @asmund-scion-of-ice Frostwing Meadery. Walks up to the stage, breaks out the lute*

“Anyway, here’s wonderwall”

[asmund-scion-of-ice]

"A new blend," Asmund stood, flapping his wings a bit, sending snow flurries all about, "I made just for you. I haven't named it yet, but it should be sweet. Setessen apples, honey, and a myriad of other berries. It's more of a whiskey, than anything." The dragon smiles, clearly happy with himself.

Asmund landed outside of the inn, the street oddly quiet for the evening. Knocking, the dragon shout, "Is Theren the bard in? I would very much like to speak with him!" Awaiting a reply, he flapped his wings, setting down a small package.

Theren comes out, with Oak and Cypress on his shoulders. “Salutations Asmund! What brings you here this evening?”