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Bronaa

Bronaa / Brona
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Active
Race: 
Man

The Linhir Ripper - A Letter Home

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Story

To: Captain Larol, Commander and First Sword of the Tide of Destiny, House Palanial, Countess of Brannor, Blood Royal.

Which One Has Met Her Match?

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Seregrian, disguised as a slave of Nurnen, meets for the first time Lhaereth the Stained.  When next they meet, one or both may not survive...

Defenders of Scylfig

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Waelden and Yllfa stands ready to aid in the defense of Scylfig in Wildermore, during their sojourn in the cold north.

Read the accompanying story Into the Cold: Dreaming of the Battle here

Screenshot and editing by Waelden.

A Note Left For Missus Hopmead

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Artwork: Artscreen
Source: 
Myself

Windaru

Windaru, son of Winfara
Status: 
Deleted
Race: 
Man

Articles Of The Dwarrow - Part 4 - Arrival Home

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At last we're here... home, sweet home.

Articles Of The Dwarrow - Part 4 - Crossing the Bruinen

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Vanimar crossing the Bruinen with caution.

Articles Of The Dwarrow - Part 4 - Through the Trollshaws

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The company of Bar-en-Vanimar crossing the Trollshaws with caution.

Articles Of The Dwarrow - Part 4

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Story

Dear Turuviel,

we are finally home! Though you are not here, unfortunately, so i write this to you in hope of someday it being read by you.

The last leg of our journey from the south Trollshaws back home was probably more exciting than we would imagine!
It all started in the morning when Arradril noticed insects, lots of insects, buzzing around seemingly without an explanation of their origin.
I tried to dismiss this as irrelevant, or perhaps owing to the too hot summer that we'd been having. But somehow, in the back of my head, it kept nagging at me.

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