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A Potrait of Leaf-Cutter

Submitted by Gwendhron on February 16th, 2021
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Artwork: Artscreen

Once, whilst sitting outside his cabin, Gwendhron came across a traveling hobbit. It appeared that he had gotten lost on his way back into town and happened upon his home. The hobbit seemed rather unafraid of the Ranger and even asked if he could paint the man. Seeing as he had not much else to do on a quiet day such as this, he conceded. This was the result that he now has hung up on the wall of his home.

 

((Artwork done in Artbreeder. Edited in Pixlr.))

Source: 
artbreeder.com

Gwendhron

Gwendhron "Leaf-Cutter"
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Active
Race: 
Man
Background: 

Personality:

Abble

Abble
Status: 
Active
Race: 
Man
Background: 

Abble managed to live most of his life on the streets of Bree, often seen sleeping in any empty and available tent out side the hunters camp, or in some shadowy corner on beggars alley. He went most of his life relatively unknown to the average citizen, until the night of his arrest. It would, of course, happen on one of the busiest nights the Prancing pony has had in a long time.

Mourner's Wail

Submitted by Egfor on February 16th, 2021
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Artwork: Painting
Source: 
I am the artist
Chronicle link: 
Call of the Wild Huntsman

An Ancient Memory

Submitted by Envandiel on February 16th, 2021
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Story

Aman, Year of the Trees 1495

 

the Wayward's guide

Submitted by Carniquesse on February 16th, 2021
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Screenshot: General screen

"Ever bright, never clouded, wayward child, when in doubt turn your eyes to the Sickle. Ne'er shall its stars lead you astray"

- Captain Cúnion of the Twelfth Reconnaissance Company, Nargothrond

Anurania

Anurania "Ani" Pålsdotter
Status: 
Active
Race: 
Man
Background: 

Tl;dr: She's a plain girl from an obscure Anduin Vale farming village whose residents are tenants of the Beornings though not skin-changers themselves. She is typical of those people in many ways, yet somehow was misfit enough to fall out into the wider world.

 

[more coming]

An Avalanche of Grief and Sorrows

Submitted by Egfor on February 15th, 2021
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The ice and cold gnawed through the fabric of the black robes, biting his skin. The man cared not. He had a task at hand. His hands grew numb from the cold, tearing through the dirt and clawing away through the earth with his bare hands as he dug. Sharp stones cut his skin, blood and tears into the earth. 

Chronicle link: 
Call of the Wild Huntsman

The One Who Cares

Submitted by Syllea on February 15th, 2021
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

A poem Syllea wrote for the one who cares for her most, Demlemoth.

 

Tall as a tree,

But snuggly as a puppy.

Strong as a mountain,

Kind as a friend.

 

Chronicle link: 
The Writings of a Child

Seedlings

Submitted by Brynleigh on February 15th, 2021
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The woman stood at the end of the fence row, with the sloping hill to her back. Her hands were folded together over her belly, and she was gazing along the road that ran about the base of the hill. Robins were warbling in the bare, frosted branches of a tall, broad oak tree, that overshadowed her with its boughs. The sound seemed peculiar to her ears. 

Kinship/Band link: 
Men of the Mark
Chronicle link: 
Tales from Bancross

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