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The Path of the Past: The Journey

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The faint rustle of the sheets brought her out of her reverie. Before she could fall back to her thoughts, small noises sounded. At first she thought them whimpers. Did Ghali suffer from night terrors? Vaguely intrigued, she turned away from the window, looking over her shoulder at his shrouded form. Dim though the room was at this time of night, she could just make out the smile upon his face. Dream he did but, she suspected, it was quite the opposite of a nightmare.

My innermost thoughts, XLIV. - A precarious position, and foolishness.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I suppose you are half-expecting to read that there has been another significant jump in time given the content of the last page but I must dissappoint you. I am here in my study, quill in hand.

Neyaa's Notes - Locked Out

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

The wisdom the Dalesman had shared with me played on my mind for days. I had left his house both disappointed with the fact he would not intervene and ask Taala to change her mind about letting me attend their post wedding celebration. I was also utterly disappointed with myself, even Eroforth seemed to detect that I was growing ever more attached to my childhood friend. We were not children any more, but men and women who had both seen our fair share of trials and tribulations, and I was becoming more and more moved by his.

My innermost thoughts, XXXIX. - Musings in the night.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

One fine bottle of Dalish whiskey, and a small keg of very difficult to procure Kingsmead in these times of war. My gifts to my friends for their wedding celebration. I am caught up with the books I am pleased to report. Freedom at last. The Mayor can have his taxes now that I can be certain exactly what he is owed and be damned.

My innermost thoughts, XXXVIII. - Freedom within my sight.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Freedom is now within my sights, I need only reach out. Claw my way up out of this chasm I have found myself in. Grasp the ledge and pull myself up. How sweet it will be. 

Perhaps I will finally be able to take that journey to the Shire I was denied in the summer.

My innermost thoughts, XXXV. - The bookkeeper.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

My days are long. Gradually there seems to be developing some order among the chaos. I even found the time to interview a charming lady yestereve with regards to taking on some of my burden. Playing catch up as I am with the company accounts.

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