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Rosenthorn Freelancer Guild

Kinship Type: 
Mixed
Kinship Status: 
Dormant (not recruiting)
Background: 
Founded by Tallion, and together with Faustino he made RFG stand out from all the other company's in Eriador!

Davibard

Davibard "Davi" Slightwich
Race: 
Hobbit
Background: 
Davibard Slightwich grew up in Buckland, He was fond of boats and the Brandywine early in his life. when he turned 33 he moved to Bywater, where he met his best friend, Adelaskar Fussyfoot. Some years later he moved to Slighting, where he lived until the year of 1418, when his grandfather died and he inherited *alot* of money. With all this wealth he bought a nice little smial in Songburrow, where he now lives with Adelaskar, who helps him out around the garden. Rumours says he has taken up his old love for boats and gathered a small bunch of hobbits to form a fleet...

Outside Bree Town

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Dreaghor is not a greenthumb

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Preparations for the move

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The familiar chambers of the Repository, once calm and quiet, were now buzzing with life. The new scribes had been recruited from all over Eriador in an attempt to make it more open. There were Men, Hobbits and Dwarves running around with books and parchments alongside the longtime Elf scribes. The changes to the ancient policies had not gone through without complaints, and many scribes had left.

Khendrah's Diary; The Grey Repository

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Dear Diary,

Luwyn

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Adelaskar Fussyfoot in Bree

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This is when Adelaskar is in Bree for selling cheeses.

Elouise

Elouise Nightingale
Race: 
Man

The Start

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The Dwarf chugged down the next beer, slamming it violently on the table before wiping his mouth barbaricly and slobbily, grinning at her with his yellow and black teeth.

"Ugh." She thought. "Looks like someone's been eating too much corroded pork, along with sour milk."

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