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Into the Cold: The Hunt Begins

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Story

Life as a Wolf

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Syllea loves wolves and their simplistic lives. This is a childish poem she wrote when thinking of what it would be like living among the wolves.

 

The wind bristling through her fur,

One with the water, wind, earth.

Too Much Mead

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Screenshot: Event screen

One night at the Bancross market, the loo line had suddenly grown to epic proportions... even the dog needed to go!

Perhaps they all had too much mead to drink that night, or something rotten had been served. Noone will ever know, except the poor bastard on latrine duty.

Woe!

 

Screenshot with a touch of editing and cropping by Waelden.

The Market Meeting

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Artwork: Artscreen

The villagers of Bancross are gathering at the marketplace, to address the different problems they are facing. From strangers roaming their lands to the shortage of food.

Source: 
Modified screenshot from the game.

Duncadda's Workshop

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Screenshot: General screen

Martun

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Darienn Woodbaker

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Screenshot: General screen

Darienn Woodbaker.

Fountain of Lessons

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Story

          Carcírion was not upset at Seregrían for sneaking out of the house and visiting Mistress Gwathnim.  In fact, when they spoke the next morning he was mildly pleased.

Fountain of Lessons

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Screenshot: General screen

Young Seregrían contemplates the Fountain Terrace of the Gwaith-i-Gylydh, as part of her beginning lessons...

Who am I?

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Story

Author's Note: Trigger warning, liberties have been taken with lore.  

 A fine boned hand held the ring up to silvery starlight. Cleverly fashioned from the finest mithril, it depicted two serpents entwined in eternal combat. One wore a golden crown, and the other fought to consume it. Thin, hard lips, once full and sensual, curled in a slight sneer. He exhaled a low snicker,

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