Dungeons & Draining
* * * garelth's voice boomed over the clattering mugs of mead and the raucous laughter of the group of hyenas two tables over. "all right - bottoms up!"
Guerrilla
With a small nod to himself, he took a sip of the mead, before looking into the glass. while not bad mead, it certainly was not the best he had ever tasted, that much was certain.
A Dragon's Poem
I like mead. tis the greatest invention of man, indeed. i snatch it from their inns, then take it home and let the feasting begin. it is strange, i must say, how we dragons are depicted in human play. eating cattle, and this and that.
Adventures Of Dorrin 03
"some mead my caravan wante-- _omph_!" he was interrupted by the tall boy's kick to the barrel, easily jostling it out of his hands.
"Family Tails" - Chapter 39
In october, ron--with the help of cormac--finished bottling the last batch of mead that he and rob had started making six months earlier.
The Mountain Pass
When gryll and fenir found peter and dawn they were around a camp fire sharing a cup of mead. dawn took one look at fenir's clothes and burst out laughing as did peter who almost choked on the mead he was drinking in the process.
An Assassins Tale.. Chapter 7.
He roared with laughter at that and clapped a hand on my shoulder - "gullet.. we don't sell services here however if you want to mingle with the clientele you may find an understanding warm body, or two" so - taking my mead i did just..
A Pirate's Life: Know your Crew (Part 3)
He stretched back, took a big swig of some mead, and gave a big relaxed yawn. "an' there ya got it, folks. my story, beginnin' to end." there was mixed cheers and applause, and some snores even.
The Song of the Slayer - Prologue
Many a time a warrior of the swift sword earned the jarl's gift, of golden rings, finest blades and coats of mail, but still even when buried with gold among the funeral barrow, the greatest names of the north clan still sit at the head of the mead hall
Ragnarok - III
He poured for me a measure of gold mead. i took, i bowed to him, i drank it down: it ran like molten steel throughout my veins. for many years i lodged below that roof.
An angry Drak'ka is not to be scorned...
I ordered a large plate of whatever meat stew was on the menu, and a \*large\* tankard of honeyed mead. my favorite. she brought my plate, and i flipped her a golden trade-bar from an unknown pocket on my belt.
Diary of a Fox Slut-Part17: Old Habits Old Yearns
I paid for a whole bottle of mead, and bringing two glasses with me, i returned to my lovely wolf.