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Pirinde

Pirindë
Status: 
Active
Race: 
Elf
Background: 

WIP.

Crow Feathers

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Painting

Dru often had dreams which oozed with symbolism she'd been familiar with. It was no surprise when this dream was full of crows' feathers...

OOC: I saw this and thought the part of her face which was showing to look almost exactly as I had imagined Dru to be. Thus, a story idea had been formed!
https://laurelinarchives.org/node/56267

Moyna's Children - Part 1

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Early the next morning, leaving the rest of the company to pick up the pieces after The Linhir Ripper and the escape of Mans, Xandilif, Finchley and Eduwiges returned to the road and began the long, cold journey back into Eriador.

The Ailing Ale evening

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Artscreen

A lively evening at the Roaring Dragon tavern in Bancross village, where the locals tested their bravery and stomach on a new batch of ale delivered, The Old Saddle.

Source: 
Modified screenshot from the game.

"Polnolunie" presents: concert "When Heroes Cry"

Sometimes even the greatest heroes have tears in their eyes... What can make them cry?

Date: 
February 13th, 2021
Time: 
1pm servertime/18.00 gmt/19.00 cet/21.00 msk
Location: 
Bree, Prancing Pony Stage

Still in Haldirith

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire in Haldirith. She was again enjoying the calm of the night though this time, she was more worried.

It’s with a nervous gesture that she picked up her journal from her backpack.

“Today was somewhat worrisome.

Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo.

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

Tuvindiel

Tuvindiel
Status: 
Active
Race: 
Elf

Peculiar Wounds, Peculiar Men

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Rae wandered the streets of Bree slowly. It had been quite a while since he had walked these streets. He had seen some familiar and quite a bit new faces. Rae wandered the market, lost in his thoughts when a pair of large, rough hands grabbed him. The doctor whirled around, grabbing the hilt of his sword. He relaxed, realizing who it was when he came face to face with one of the huntsmen who roamed around. Egfor looked rather distraught.

Lament for an Old Friend

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

"Of old he was an Elven-king,

A lord of tree and glen,

When golden were the boughs in spring

In fair Lothlórien.

From helm to sea they saw him leap,

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