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The Broken Circle

Submitted by Fetcher on January 30th, 2021
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Fetcher

Fetcher
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Active
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Man
Background: 

Young teenager of unknown origin; slight build and scar evidence depredation under the harshness of the Southron brigands from whom she was rescued by Claywick Cob, a bounty hunter. 

Bree residents and frequent residents would generally know of her.

She runs errands and does odd jobs around Bree, especially for Barliman Butterbur.

Entry 2 - Honour Him

Submitted by Mearhe on January 30th, 2021
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MELODY

Chronicle link: 
The Horse And The Rider - Tales Of Rohan

Increments.

Submitted by Ashaia on January 29th, 2021
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"Are you in charge here?"

"I'm in charge everywhere."

The serpent entwined around her fingers like divinely blessed beads. Her elbows rested rather uncouthly on the shining surface of the desk, mossy eyes transfixed on the scaley, intricate patterns encircling the length of the snake, coming to a sharp diamond-shaped formation upon the top of it's head. A miniscule, lace-like tongue flitted from it's mouth every few seconds, tasting the air curiously as Ashaia watched it with intrigue.

Under the Shadow of Weathertop

Submitted by Durlston on January 29th, 2021
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Having followed a series of mysterious trails from the Forsaken Inn. Durlston under the alias of Flavien accompanied The Black Steel in their investigation. Upon finding the body of a fallen comrade to the elf Daehel, more questions arose and the investigation remains open. The group carried the rangers body atop the tallest hill and layed him to rest under the shadow of Weathertop.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Black Steel
Chronicle link: 
Strange Men, Strange Roads

uncaged and unchained

Submitted by Alweard on January 29th, 2021
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He had never thought that, after nearly six complete weeks of silence and three weeks in the clutches of the Draig-Luth, he would be reunited with his companions. Yet they came and saw him in the tangle of bodies locked behind iron bars. Now he stood in the camp, cloak draped over his shoulders as the cold wind nipped at his broken skin.

Source: 
I am the artist.
Kinship/Band link: 
The Oathsworn
Chronicle link: 
The Road to War

The Bancross Mystery: Compiling information

Submitted by Duncadda on January 29th, 2021
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Duncadda talks with the riders stationed at the Bancross garrison, inquiring about the unknown men roaming in and around the village.
 
OOC: The picture is related to the ongoing kinship rp event The Bancross mystery.
Source: 
The Artshot is a ingame screenshot, taken and modified by me.
Kinship/Band link: 
Men of the Mark
Chronicle link: 
Tales from Bancross

Into the Cold: Dreaming of the Battle

Submitted by Waelden on January 29th, 2021
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Continued from: Into the Cold: A Call from the Wild

Kinship/Band link: 
Men of the Mark
Chronicle link: 
Tales of a Rider, a Wolf and their cub

The Bancross Mystery: Here, and gone again.

Submitted by Hildfrith on January 29th, 2021
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Now Hild had not intended to be at all nosy about Thane Averel’s coming and going. She had thought in the past few weeks that surely he would return to Bancross soon, as he did every year at around this time. The village had prepared well for the leaner months, but she was finding herself eyeing some of her supplies in the Roaring Dragon a touch wistfully.

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

A Fitting Remembrance

Submitted by Saranasse on January 29th, 2021
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The Captain of the Arrow stood alone before Daegond's fresh cairn, after night had fallen and there was only the silver light of the stars and the rustle of the wind in the valley of Imladris. Unable to bear the crowds, she had watched the ceremony silently from atop a tree, hidden from all sight amidst the branches.

Kinship/Band link: 
Vanimar
Chronicle link: 
Elven Lament - Daegond of Vanimar

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