“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”—from The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien (via frozen-in-tyme)
All PCs are members of The Drones Club, Dover St., a London club for generally idle young men. New members are put up for election by existing members.
The club provides social facilities for its members. It has two smoking rooms, one smaller and less used. An older member often mentions the “animal spirits” and “young blood” throwing sugar about in the larger smoking room. There is a bar, and a dining room where the throwing of bread rolls is de rigeur. Games of indoor cricket quite often take place in the corridors and entrance hall.
“We’re pretty broad minded here, and if you stop short of smashing the piano, there isn’t much you can do at the Drones that will cause the raised eyebrow and the sharp intake of breath”.
It is in keeping for all adventures to take place during the early 1920’s.
Background is based on some of the novels and short stories of P.G.Wodehouse.