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The Lost Mathom, episode 1

Submitted by Engelbrecht on January 15th, 2021
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Story

A hobbit addresses those gathered at the Green Dragon Inn in Bywater.

"My dear friends. I hope you all are enjoying yourselves as much as I am.

Howling

Submitted by Thorvall on January 15th, 2021
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Howling. He had heard it too that night, and for all his jests, Thorvall had pulled the hide blanket tight about him.
Dawn was still a ways off, and sleep seemingly had no wish to embrace the Oathlord, and so he walked the ramparts of the makeshift fortress. 

Word-fame they hoarded in heaps, even now it lays glittering about them. A name that will wear out the tongues of men in it's telling. Sometimes a name is not enough to leave behind though. Sometimes we leave our friends in the earth, a mark of our deeds. 

Kinship/Band link: 
The Oathsworn
Chronicle link: 
The Road to War

Marchwarden of Lorien

Submitted by Lothuialwen on January 15th, 2021
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Artwork: Painting

Lothuialwen on watch high in the flets of Lothlorien

Source: 
Art by me (https://www.facebook.com/NerdyArtLizard)

A Hobbit Smile

Submitted by Amorey on January 15th, 2021
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Artwork: Artscreen

“I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.”

- J.R.R. Tolkien -

-To my 'Sam'-

Source: 
My Work - Artbreeder and Photoshop
Kinship/Band link: 
Shire Rose
Chronicle link: 
A Hobbit's Journal
The Chronicles of the Rose

Out of the Inn

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

Do you spread joy, or seek to annoy?

Diddle-liddle-dee! My, you are free!

Tick of the clock or click of the tongue?

Tick-click-tock! Just a bit of fun!

 

Sweet as nectar, nay, you are better!

Diddle-liddle-dee! Fly off like a bee!

Stomp of the foot or beat of a drum?

Chronicle link: 
Songs of the Nightingale

Lore of the Dragon Queen: A Scholar's Rhyme

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

The Dragon Queen, in Bazylan,

Enthroned beneath the olive tree,

In gardens where the waters ran

And East-man's eye looked far and free.

 

From thence she struck, and justice dealt

To Westron's folly by the sea.

Before the East's upturning, by

The red eye and the silver tree.

 

The Dragon Queen, in Atalak,

The city of the golden street,

Kinship/Band link: 
Windswept

The Hunted

Submitted by Brunleik on January 15th, 2021
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He did not imagine that winter in the south could ever be harsher as what he had faced in his homelands. For in the Vales he was faced with brisk mountain winds and scarcity of food to sate hungry bellies; here he was met also with the cruelty of Men. Brunleik had been unprepared for the sudden snowfall overnight, and so he decided to make way once the sun had risen higher to warm the air. 

Melvuior

Melvuior
Status: 
Active
Race: 
Man
Kinship Link: 
Helm's Remnant
Background: 

A butcher’s son, Melvuior earned his keep as a boy hauling stock, game, and hides from shop to market. Meat was a luxury reserved for the Gondorian elite, so the scraps his father saved for the family were a feast, and Melvuior fed well. From a young age the boy learned not just a strong work ethic, helping his father carve and his mother make stews from drippings and marrow, but the strength and bearing to shoulder it. By twelve he was as strong and broad as a galley rower and as hard-working a full-grown man. 

Unnatural Cold

Submitted by Aeshaeidr on January 15th, 2021
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Aeshaeidr stirs from her sleep with a gasp and a shiver, the winter cold of Dunland seeping in through her tent and forcing her to rouse. She ushers herself out of the tent with a grunt, pulling her fur cloak tighter over her shoulders. The cold is unnatural; it is unlike the cold of home, the cold of Wildermore. This is frigid with fear, of the uncertainty in where she is and what she is doing. 

Kinship/Band link: 
The Oathsworn
Chronicle link: 
The Road to War

The Second Lesson of War – Erebor (1 / 2)

Submitted by Dalbran on January 15th, 2021
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Story

 

 

The Orcs came to our lands, and we fought them hand to hand, 

Sweat and blood, turned the ground to mud. 

Dwarf and Orc in strife, sought to vanquish every life, when the hammer falls! 

 

 

“Into them! Borri, take the left flank, strike them down! Baruk Khazâd!” 

“Khazâd ai-mênu!” 

 

Chronicle link: 
Lessons of Gurrni Ironhelm

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