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The three climb their way to the top of the Beacon of Eaworth, burded with a large coil of role. "This rope will either spare one of you or kill the both of you." - Dernstan
Melowen, Aerwerd and Ceorlgar have climbed to the top of the Beacon of Eaworth, and it was no easy task with some nigh death moments, threatening to bring them down to break upon the ground.
One, two, three dead orcs.
The wind in the hair, the green of the Mærc running under the hooves of Fram.
My sister is delusional.
I already knew she was obsessive, but really she's pushing this too far, now. She thinks I'll forget that hissy fit in the Mead Hall, when she accused me to have returned home in the Riddermark on a chase for her fiancé.