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The Bloody Dawn

Internal Monologues: I - The wonders of whiskey

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Nothing quite like the kick of whiskey, ah? Nothing quite comes as close anymore, ‘less I have a blade in my hands.

Madness!

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Protesting, chaos, and unrest break out between the citizens of Bree-town, and the Bree Watch.

The Big Decision

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Deep in the night, in one of the rooms at the Pony, Taraborn lay awake in the dark. A warm, soft body is curled up against him, her coppery hair splayed across his chest and her breath light and faint. Narys’ presence would normally be enough to help him sleep almost instantly, especially after the rigorous fun they had had not long ago. But not tonight.

Reflections of the Past

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"You killed them, Dagramir. They're dead because of you. Look back at all the rotting corpses you left in your wake. You deserve to die for the things you have done. Yet you failed to even kill yourself. Do you hear their screams, 'Black Viper'? Do you?!"
 

Goodbye Ross Cirdain

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Unconventional Wedding Attire.

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Unconventional Wedding Attire.

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When Taala and Eroforth decided to wed, she protested about having to wear 'a damned dress'. When the couple eventually exchanged their vows, it was in a private ceremony, on the same hillside in Ered Luin where the marriage was proposed with only their horses and a squirrel as witnesses.

Drunken Memories

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The pain was unbearable. Intense, throbbing pain unlike anything Taraborn had felt before. It felt like a troll was pounding against his head over and over. The solid, uneven surface he was lying on was not his bed. He slowly opens his eyes, only to quickly squeeze them shut and shield them with his hand. It was as though the light were daggers entering his skull.

Neyaa's Notes - Two very different accounts

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Neyaa's Notes - The Grey Feather

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Although it has been several days since my utter humiliation and likely end to whatever it was that I shared with Seaver. I cannot get the look on his face out of my mind, I shudder each and every time I picture it, like a hammer blow to the chest.

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