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A portrait of Liffey while traveling

Submitted by Fenley on March 26th, 2021
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Artwork: Drawing

A not-terrible but not-good attempt by Fenley to depict Liffey during their travels beyond Tharbad.

Drawn with pencils, charcoal, and smudge tool, in Procreate. See the full-sized image.

Source: 
my own work

A tear stained page

Submitted by Aellwenn on March 26th, 2021
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

(The pages in this entry, are stained with tears, but the Lady would trust that none would invade her privacy.) There are stories that we tell, in order to appease others. Then there the tales that we keep deeply hidden within our hearts. I won't begin to tell acquaintances and friends alike the details of my departure from Rohan. Or the troubling words of Raymond when we first parted. I did not love him then therefore I could not say he was my first. What was he to me then?

Chronicle link: 
Adventures of the Lady

The weeping Lady

Submitted by Aellwenn on March 26th, 2021
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Screenshot: General screen

After a night of banter with friends and foes alike, the Lady returned home, haunted by the specter that is love and loss. "You said you'd never leave me! Is this what you wanted? You foolish man. You swore on the heavens, the moon, the stars, your blighted ancestors! Promises made, but not kept. You left me a son and I can thank you for that gift. We weren't saints, but neither were we sinners. We were two fools in love that thought the world would be kinder to us. Happy anniversary son of the South.

Chronicle link: 
Adventures of the Lady

To Stangard and back

Submitted by Lusseriel on March 26th, 2021
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Back at Haldirith, Lusseriel was enjoying the warmth of a fire, as her companions all went to rest. She picked up her notebook and doodled a bit on the page, thinking. And if her drawings all looked more or less like various poisonous plants, it was entirely incidental and it’s not like anyone else would notice.

“Today

Kinship/Band link: 
Those Who Wander

Internal Conversations - To Be Loved

Submitted by Narys on March 25th, 2021
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

It feels so nice to be away from town. Camp feels like home.

Sure you aren't just running away from your thoughts again?

How can I be? You never shut up. 

Love and Family

Submitted by Syllea on March 25th, 2021
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Syllea woke this particular day to Cat jumping on the bed and licking her face. She giggled and wrestled with him a bit on the bed, After sometime Syllea sat up and placed her feet on the cold tiled floor. She assumed no one was in the house besides her since no one ever seemed to be. Assuming this, she walked out of the room in her underclothes that she had slept in. As she walked to the kitchen Syllea heard some rustling in the kitchen.

Guests for Tea

Submitted by Xanderian on March 25th, 2021
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Story

The scent of fresh baked bread filled the small cottage. Warm and homey and welcoming, the woman smiled to herself as she took a deep breath. Yes, this is what she had longed for, what she had thought wound be forever denied to her by destiny and her own cowardice. She looked around the cottage, surrounded by simple, delicate touches. A hand knitted quilt, a few beloved books, a flowering plant in a pot by the open window.

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Three Graces
Chronicle link: 
House of Three Graces

Directions

Submitted by Seregrian on March 25th, 2021
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Diary

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

53 Coirë in the Reckoning of Imladris 

Kinship/Band link: 
Bar-en-Acharn
Chronicle link: 
Lidh i Ellethruth

Actions and Consequences.

Submitted by Collard on March 25th, 2021
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

It was a pleasant day. Not too hot, nor too cold, and there was a gentle breeze that drifted through the lumber yard that gently kissed Tom's skin each time it passed. He had been hard at work most of the day, happily losing himself into the monotony of manual labour that allowed him a distraction from his current thoughts.

In The Dark Of A Mirror

Submitted by Rathvald on March 25th, 2021
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Before any words are written there is a drawing of a harp with three apples below it, shot through with an arrow. Another portions below reads a name.

                               Diary of Rathvald, Son of Ragvald, of Dale

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