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Trestlebridge

Leaving Trestlebridge

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Alamir and Fyxe leave Trestlebridge after resupplying.

Flame Light, Flee Night!

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"We have gained small honour this night, and put down those wicked assailants that pounce with dishonour. But Morning shall bring a task that may prove too great for either of us alone. But together..."

 

"...upon my word, and with yours, we shall remind them as the sun rises of our ancestor's saying: Flame Light, Flee Night. What say you!​"

- 'Knot'

 

Explosives at Trestlebridge

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The Making of Blackbent Pt.1

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(Going to revamp this story.)

Trestlebridge in troubles

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Many strangers are defending the north of late, though these efforts have yet to clear the land of it's troubles. Huldore travelled to Trestlebridge, and by the looks of things, arrived just in time.

Ambush leaves Angry Mob Angrier than Ever!

An unsuspecting ambush by an Orc raid surprises an angry mob from Trestlebridge, culminating in a small skirmish which sees the mob's targets, Two criminals by the name of Carlotta Oakenweed and Caspier Redain, escape into the wilderness!

Fornost

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[30.12.2007]

Pages of a Diary VII - QuickSilver

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QuickSilver

Butterflies and Butterbur

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The right decision

First Journal – Bodies

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We all moved back into the town two days ago and found something else missing beside the townsfolk’s supplies and valuables – and this something actually the thing that we had dreaded to see. It pains me now to think that we came in with a small scouting party some four or five days ago and did not notice it, or, rather, the absence of it. There were no bodies. All stood in silence when they realised this, for a while; then came the anger, then the grief, the hysterics, and more anger. For they had none to bury, except for those who died of their wounds when we were hiding in the hills.

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