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Going after a mystery

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Lusseriel was wandering around, scouting a bit, when she came closer to the marsh banks and decided to stop there for a little bit.

She took her notebook out of her backpack and started writing.

No Escape from the Terror

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

 Syllea skips into the Prancing Pony, expecting it to be any other day. Full of mischief, laughing, and maybe some writing. Seeing Demlemoth not in his usual spot by the stairs she set herself down there.

Our Best

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

It had been some few days since everyone had returned to the Island of Tol Lochul,  Addiela and her group from the Memorial for Septimal Caine and Xandilif and her group from Breeland and the quest for Catalinna.

Little wonder

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

Some off-duty hours are best spent outside and under the stars. Essie found freedom in the rugged hills of her homeland. 

Essie out and about

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

A girl beneath the stars

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

Essie goes out exploring and sits underneath the stars, all the while, accompanying some frogs. A much softer side to this Watcher. Any fellow watchmen would likely tease her seeing this sight!

The Sword and Sickle Ledger, Page 1

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Artscreen

Melvuior's ledger, kept at the front desk by the young maid, Elisheva. It reads:

Dates: Narvinyë 20 -  ((Jan. 11 - )); Bed: 1; Guest: Lethiah; Origin: Dol Amroth; Business in Blithing: Scholarship

Source: 
myself

Sunday Visitors

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

A couple traveling merchants, Harlaxton and Furley visit the Wayhouse on a mission for their Company.

Pretender

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Pretender. That’s all he is. Or was. He can’t hold it back anymore. Not now. All the emotion from thousands of years ago came flooding back when they said her name. “Daehel.” It was a beautiful name that her mother gave her. But the name he gave her was more fitting. “Morien.” It was so like his father-name, Morimaite. And she was so much like him. She had his eyes, his hair colour, even his pallid skin-tone. She was the most precious thing to him.

Ndaktanore

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Painting

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