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Dagramir

Here I go again...

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Found:

Give me a chance! I've not even left yet!

 

I'm a coward. I know I am. Oh, that sweet pretty little lady Neyaa may well call me the bravest woman she's met, but we both know she was flirting with me. Of course she was. I'm gorgeous!

Silver-tongued Stallion

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Artwork: Painting

A depiction of Dagramir Audun, how he would appear at around the age of twenty-seven winters. The so-called 'silver-tongued stallion' that plagued the taverns of Bree-land with his trademark smirk, and deep-hued blue eyes. His naturally pretty face plagued only by the solitary scar that manages to subtly taint him. Who knows what lies in wait for him going fowards?

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http://slugette.deviantart.com/art/Edmond-Trevelyan-601167617

Internal Monologues: II - "Burn it all to the ground."

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I don't think I've ever felt like this. Not truly. Not even with Tailia. My own fucking wife could not evoke such disdain, such hate. Yet this woman did. This fucking woman. Who the fuck is she? Was anything ever real? I doubt it. She made her decision.

A Letter Left Behind...

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Dagramir,

It may seem strange that I choose to do this. It certainly feels odd to me, but I felt it necessary. Hopefully you'll see why and not just dismiss me or this missive. Although, do feel free to burn it after reading.

All kinds of awkward

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Found:

Resolve.

 

He stole my bedroll. He stole my bedroll! I laughed until tears leaked from the corners of my eyes when I realised that.

Back for more

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Found:

A new direction!

 

Well, yestereve was interesting in several ways!

I spent it in the Prancing Pony for something to do. I can't say that I was expecting to meet that pretty little Gondorian again and I certainly wasn't looking for him. But nor can I say that I regret having a second encounter.

Don't linger...

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Found:

A momentary distraction.

 

A Walk of Shame.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Sun-down, the hustle and bustle of Bree-town so prominent in the day of craftsmen, labourers. Market traders and the steady sound of hooves upon the cobbles as well as wagon wheels turning has faded.

Guests

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Screenshot: General screen

Dagramir, Neyaa and Seaver attend Conrob and Brynleighs evening wedding reception at the Sizzling Turtle Inn. They look on as the newly weds share their first dance.

Wish You Were Here

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Story

Sunlight finally breaks through the cloud of mist that inhabited the small hide-away's main window, and rays of light flood into the room. A mess, by all accounts. Scraps of text, and books, lay scattered across a desk. A pot spilling its inky contents onto a parchment which may have held information one could deem important, but now was  blotched with black.

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