Born standin' up and takin' back.
Hoth
Whistler's Hole
It was opening night of the new hotel on Hoth. An ambitious undertaking and a gamble, to establish a hotel on the icy world. Named after the sapphire ice worms who dug winding borrows in the ice and at night you can hear the eerie sounds created by the frigid winds as it whistles through their tunnels. It adds to the atmosphere of the place, and at night guest can hear the worms at work.
Whistler’s is located in a Hanging Valley west of the Cirque Glacier, one of the local attractions that bring people to visit Hoth, along with the history of the place, there is plenty of fun to be had in the snow or go out across the ice place fauna spotting. Or they come to simply enjoy the unique place, carved out of the ice, spend time at the bar or snuggling with a loved one under the furs in the individually theme rooms.
The Whistler delivers on its promises.
Under the business end of the ice gun, Eldin placed his shot glass, the bar keep of the Hermit's Hole poured the colourless liquid through the hammer and it only took seconds for the alcohol to trickle into his glass. It was his second but many more to come. He slammed the glass on the ice bar and grabbed his beer. Everything was so damned cold here, the walls thick, translucent and in no danger of melting any time soon.
Eldin grew up in the sand of Tatoonie, the heat beating him day in day out, he was not really enjoying all the layers he had to wear indoors just to keep the cold at bay. But there was always a positive to any given situation, booze would do the trick!
As was his habit, he turned and leaned on the bar pulling the beer bottle to his lips, as his eyes darted around to see who might be arriving tonight. However, as he went to move, the fur on his jacket stuck to the ice the bar was carved out of, he looked down as the bar keep handed him a warm wet cloth.
“Hope me bare ass don’t stick to the bed tonight”, the bar keep chuckled. Yeap the beds were carved out of ice as well.
Whistler's Hole
It was opening night of the new hotel on Hoth. An ambitious undertaking and a gamble, to establish a hotel on the icy world. Named after the sapphire ice worms who dug winding borrows in the ice and at night you can hear the eerie sounds created by the frigid winds as it whistles through their tunnels. It adds to the atmosphere of the place, and at night guest can hear the worms at work.
Whistler’s is located in a Hanging Valley west of the Cirque Glacier, one of the local attractions that bring people to visit Hoth, along with the history of the place, there is plenty of fun to be had in the snow or go out across the ice place fauna spotting. Or they come to simply enjoy the unique place, carved out of the ice, spend time at the bar or snuggling with a loved one under the furs in the individually theme rooms.
The Whistler delivers on its promises.
Under the business end of the ice gun, Eldin placed his shot glass, the bar keep of the Hermit's Hole poured the colourless liquid through the hammer and it only took seconds for the alcohol to trickle into his glass. It was his second but many more to come. He slammed the glass on the ice bar and grabbed his beer. Everything was so damned cold here, the walls thick, translucent and in no danger of melting any time soon.
Eldin grew up in the sand of Tatoonie, the heat beating him day in day out, he was not really enjoying all the layers he had to wear indoors just to keep the cold at bay. But there was always a positive to any given situation, booze would do the trick!
As was his habit, he turned and leaned on the bar pulling the beer bottle to his lips, as his eyes darted around to see who might be arriving tonight. However, as he went to move, the fur on his jacket stuck to the ice the bar was carved out of, he looked down as the bar keep handed him a warm wet cloth.
“Hope me bare ass don’t stick to the bed tonight”, the bar keep chuckled. Yeap the beds were carved out of ice as well.