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Delinor

The Last Will and Testament of Siward.

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Official Document

I do hereby bequeath the sum of my wealth and possessions to my dearly beloved lass, Jenn, and my son Leofric as and where they may be found, other than the specified. What? were you expectin' a proper document, sod off... the last thing y'need is some filthy-blooded official snooping around with 'alf the dodgy gear layin' around all over the place...

The test of courage

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Sparrow, Drevorin and Delinor stand before Arvedui's ship, frozen in ice for ages, in futile search of the long lost Palantíri of the North.

Sparrow's journal: Frostbites

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Diary
Eighth year, summer. So much happened in the past month of our journey that I've not had time to write down any of it until now. After traveling through the fields of Fornost we met Delinor, whom Drevorin had sent out word to.

So Close and Yet So Far…

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Drevorin at last catches a glimpse of the journeys end, the ship within the frozen waters far off into the distance. Though it seems so close, their journey over the mountain will be their greatest trail.

Gaining Entrance

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Delinor attempts to negotiate entrance with the Lossoth guards of Pynti-Peldot.

The Road to Nowhere

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Lost within the blizzard of the north. Drevorin, Delinor and Sparrow walk aimlessly and blindly through the thick snow in search of shelter.

The Road North

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Delinor, Drevorin and Sparrow being led into Forochel by the ranger Elgaraen.

Sparrow's journal, Bree-land: Flight

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Diary
Eighth year, summer, camped in the Bree-fields. The tides turn so fast it's now hard to keep up with everything. I stabbed Ilaru, that tart who was meant to marry Drevorin before he went and threw his ring into my fireplace. It wasn't out of his request, or anyone else's, more out of pure frustration of that woman bothering me and pestering me about Drevorin's whereabouts tirelessly.

A meeting in the fields

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Delinor confronts Sparrow and Drevorin after their flight from Bree.

Sparrow's journal, Bree-land: Distress

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Diary
Eighth year, spring, my house in Longwich. Crow took off. To Harad. I should probably go back a day.. We had yet another clash with Faustino and his lass.

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