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Mallosson

Lilóteo "Mallosson"
Status: 
Active
Race: 
Elf
Background: 

The Day's Fair Flock

What type of content is this?: 
Screenshot: General screen

Drying under a starry night

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Screenshot: General screen

After some splashing in the water, Tansy and I got on a rock to enjoy the view of the starry night above the water to dry our clothes.

Floating Log Friday (weekly hobbit event)

Come see how the Frogmortians put hops in their ales!

Date: 
August 27th, 2021
Time: 
7:30PM UK time / 2:30PM servertime
Location: 
Floating Log Inn, Frogmorton

Bird and Baby Friday (weekly hobbit event)

Party like yer are at the Green Dragon, but in Michel Delving!

Date: 
August 20th, 2021
Time: 
7:30PM UK time / 2:30PM servertime
Location: 
Bird and Baby inn, Michel Delving

Golden Perch Friday (weekly hobbit event)

What? Surely yer mean Green Dragon Friday? Naw! This Friday we’re at the Golden Perch in Stock!

Date: 
August 13th, 2021
Time: 
7:30PM UK time / 2:30PM servertime
Location: 
Golden Perch Inn, Stock

Hildegrin

Hildegrin of the Fallowhides
Status: 
Active
Race: 
Hobbit
Background: 

My name is Hildegrin, and I am the Chief Marshall of the Wardens of the Free. I used to hate adventures. But I would still walk to the Prancing Pony Inn for a quick drink and stay for a few nights. In the Bird and Baby Inn, I had heard strange tales of a Shadow in the East. With the Black Riders coming into the Shire, I knew I had to do something. I spoke with my commanders in the Bounders, and we agreed to start an offshoot of the Bounders. I came up with the only name appropriate - the Wardens of the Free. We will unite, we will stand together, and I will wipe out this plague.

Under a fair, blue sky.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

And I dreamt of a grey time when all men rode forth,

a summons, from the king drawing them to their fate.

A king’s call, an oath’s call, 

Poem: So spoke we all

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

So spoke my mother
of times in quiet peace
when food was plentiful
no mouths went hungry
and a man was made
through strength and heart

"Clever Girl" (or, "Bird's the Word")

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Being a letter from Applecider Bolingbroke, to Lancogard North-Took,  Deputy-Shirriff of the Northfarthing – Salutations, and all me respects to the honorable Bounders: May their tasty fried-dough pastries be forever in abundance.

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