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Final March

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

 

We're duty bound,

Ere death knell sound,

We sing our final song,

 

With axe and sword,

Our final chord,

The Dwarrows of Durin's Folk visit the Headless Hobbit

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Screenshot: Event screen

The Dwarrows of Durin's Folk visit the Headless Hobbit

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The Dwarrows of Durin's Folk visit the Headless Hobbit

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The poetic mind of a Dwarf

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OOC: Garmorn, IC Written By: Borgu, IC Collected By: Murgoin

Poetry written by Borgu II, that was collected by Murgoin, his son.
 

THIS BOOK IS NOT YET PUBLISHED ICly - IT WILL BE, ONCE COMPLETELY COLLECTED (ICly) BY MURGOIN.

Young Gungur

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Artwork: Drawing

A quick sketch of -very- young Gungur with his 'toy' stone axe, wearing his father's oversized helmet, fire-red ribbons tied on his moustache.

((Thanks to Bothilda for bringing up the inspiration during an IC conversation.))

Source: 
((picture by me))

Ponso' Epic Adventure: The final episode

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

 

Day XXX: The Spire of Durin
‘So the Axe is for real?’ asked Hroskold, amazed.
‘As real as I’m sitting here!’
‘It’s all written down, as plain as can be.’
Said the Gaffer, to the dwarf’s cheers.
So, fired up again with the thought of the Axe,
The lads and I planned our attack.
I’d scout up ahead; the lads, they would follow
We’d be sure to bring the Axe back!

Day XXX Treachery — in Ponso's Epic Adventure

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Day XXX: Treachery
We rounded a bend by the lake’s shore to find
What appeared by the roadside to be
A bundle of clothes, but then a low groan
Revealed to the others and me
That this was a dwarf in need of our care
For he had been struck by an arrow.
When we turned the lad over I gave out a gasp
For all of us knew this poor dwarrow.

Ponso's adventures: The Crossroads

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Day XXIII - At the Crossroads

The Book Of Garmorn, Part One, Book One, Chapter Three - On laughing [[ARCHIVED]]

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Official Document

Chapter Three: On laughing

 

And so, Harkmorn's bodyguard unit, as one, were mentioned. Their size, larger than Harkmorn's, their weaponry, far superior when noted that Harkmorn was prohibited from carrying any form of harmful object - be it a pen, or an axe, and their mentality, greater... For Harkmorn's past "wisdom" had been lost to his insanity, as noted in previous writings.

 

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