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Call of the Rollo - The Love Song of Lady Talia

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Addiela looked in that direction and got a twinkle in her eyes as she turned back to call out to Neth. "One more place before we leave?"

Nethrida deadpaned at the spook house, then leaned towards Ryn "I've decided we're NOT going there..." she nodded with great confidence that the matter was thusly resolved.

At the hidden Library

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Atharann looks for any records of the name Ragaina at the hidden library

Call of the Rollo - Part 3

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As the group surveying the now quiet battleground, they had two corpses, one man still trying to stop his nosebleed, two men face down begging for their lives and an ear.

Thwock looked around in dismay and took off his silk top har to mop his brow. "Well. this escalated quickly...'

A Warmer Evenin'

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At last the weather 'ere as taken a turn fer the better. No big cloak needed. 

Time and Terrible Wounds

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i have beaten him the dunlending they call derfel

i have beaten him but though i have beaten him he has surpassed me not in prowess but in swiftness for the power of my arm can no longer outmatch any man east or west of the snowbourn as it did in my youth. i struck him and yet my shoulders ache i threw him and yet my knees hurt me sore and now i think to myself how shall i go on when the ache grows too sore and i swelter and die like common men swallowed up by time and terrible wounds

Paroxysm

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(Background ambience while writing: https://youtu.be/vz91QpgUjFc


The air was so cold. She hadn’t felt it at first, upon leaving the inn. Her skin was numb. Bloodless. Lifeless. 

Cynaidd

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          There is a thickness in the air. It hangs heavy over the small burh, dread blanketing the wooden palisades and steep, sloped roofs like frost in the night. Osythe wanders out of the thane’s hall, half-drunk and half-starved. Too warm to care for the thin coating of ice at her feet, for the fear in the pit of her stomach. 

Her skin ill-fits her bones. 

The feet of fate

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Daeruth felt as though she had become useful again, since being ostracised for mushroom picking and accused of treasure seeking in some ruins that scout Filegris asked her to stay away from, Hiril Tingruviel had requested she attend Lady Ealendil and Master Maedhrathin at the old school of Mirobel, the pair were wed and Daeruth let them chatter about inconsequential things while she studied the scraps of old knowledge for anything of interest, seperating to cover more area each spent time making notes, moving further into what she assumed was an old master's room or assembly h

Bacon

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An Investigation of Delossad

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It was a ruin unlike others he had seen. Thandanar, stepped into what he assumed to be a garden in ages long past. His guide, "Silver", a woman who was much a mystery to him as the ruins themselves, followed behind him. He rested her notebook on his right forearm, flicking through the pages of detailed notes and intricate drawings with his left hand. This was Delossad; "Place of Abhorrence" as translated from Sindarin. "A prison", she described it as, "by the banks of the Bruinen river.

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