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Daigan

Chronicles of the Damned and Wicked, pt. 2

Submitted by Daigan on October 10th, 2010
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 ''I try to write as often as I can, but lately it was not in my power to create the time to do so. Therefore these pages have remained empty for several days, perhaps even weeks.

Chronicles of the Damned and Wicked, pt. 1

Submitted by Daigan on September 16th, 2010
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 ''Her chest moves up and down in a graceful manner. It is only hours ago that she was coughing up blood and it seemed to be her last moments. She even asked me if this was death, if this was what death felt like.

Journal of an Outcast - Thoughts upon arrival

Submitted by Baedwulf on September 16th, 2010
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I have not written upon these pages in what seems an age. Writing is an escape route. A way in which thoughts and events can be contemplated, solely by the reader. In my current state, I find this my most viable escape route.

Daigan Hanteer. A gondorian git who does not have my trust, nor my respect. He is a foul, insolent twerp and needs to learn how to throw a punch. As well as fighting fairly. Alas, he has what he wants and all is well.

Binty Plays His Harp For The Long-Shanks

Submitted by Binty on September 12th, 2010
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Binty, playing his harp for the two in The Green Dragon.... Abrianna and Daigan.

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People of the Shire

Daigan's book, entry '5'

Submitted by Daigan on July 6th, 2010
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''As I write this I lay my eyes upon Bree. We've reached it finally. My companions seem tired, less wary as ever. They're mourning. They lost one of their own for the sake of me. None of them blame me openly, but I can read it on their faces. They set out to protect me, most likely thinking that this would be an easy, well paid assignment. They never realised what the cost this might bring. His burial seemed so peaceful, as if nothing could disturb this. No one said a word, they just looked at the grave. They didn't need to. The words could never come near to what I see on their faces.

Erian's birth...

Submitted by Daigan on June 23rd, 2010
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Daigan touched the manes of his horse as he allowed her to drink from a fountain. His company was relaxing on the courtyard. Or well, company. These were all sturdy, battle hardened men, but nobody knew. They were invisible to the common man living his very, boring, common life. Everyone was scattered around the place. Perhaps a few gathered together to share some words, yet it didn't seem like an organised bunch.

Daigan's book, entry '4'

Submitted by Daigan on June 19th, 2010
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''We were ambushed in the middle of the afternoon... The orcs appeared from nowhere, and shortly after one of my guardians fell. He didn't make a kick, not a sound. It was like he didn't mind to die. Like he was ready for it. I wasn't wounded.. I fought, but I wasn't wounded.. They kept me from getting wounded.. I insisted we would bury him. He deserved atleast that.

Daigan's book, entry '3'

Submitted by Daigan on June 19th, 2010
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''I woke up once more, bathing in sweat. They just brought me breakfast and told me to relax for a bit, we wouldn't be leaving for a while. I asked him why, but he just walked away. What was going on? This was the first time they didn't tell me to make haste. Something must have happened last night, but what? If we were discovered, they would've woken me up when I slept.

Daigan's book, entry '108'

Submitted by Daigan on June 18th, 2010
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''It's been a while since I wrote something down. I do not know why but ever since the breakup I didn't feel like writing. Oh yes, that is right, Blodwynn and I broke up. When I think about it now I realise it is for the best. Let's be honest, she always was a thorn in my eye. If I didn't know any better, I would've thought that she was the reason for all the problems that eventually caused us to break up.

Entry Four

Submitted by Blodwynn on May 13th, 2010
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*Opens the book onto the long wooden table, looking up with each opening of the door, shifting uneasily with every sight of someone in black.  Taking some ink to page, she starts to write*

*taking a deep breath, then wincing, she continues*

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