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Einnaar

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Artwork: Painting

Artist: Jbarrero

Blárbrokkr Bear Outfit (from Login Screen)

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Blárbrokkr Portrait

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The Road to Erebor

Author: 
Raveyn

A collection of diary entries by Raveyn about her journey to Erebor with Masters Ivro and Luqi. This forms the beginning of what will be a series of journeys around Middle Earth with various people. 

The Second Lesson of War – Erebor (1 / 2)

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The Orcs came to our lands, and we fought them hand to hand, 

Sweat and blood, turned the ground to mud. 

Dwarf and Orc in strife, sought to vanquish every life, when the hammer falls! 

 

 

“Into them! Borri, take the left flank, strike them down! Baruk Khazâd!” 

“Khazâd ai-mênu!” 

 

Thorhof ~ Enjoying a pipe before setting off

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The Baraz'abbad Chronicles

Author: 
Khalei

A depository for my writings about the Orocarni, (Red Mountains, Khz. Baraz'abbad) the history of it and the surrounding lands, and stories tied to my character, Khalei

Last Stop, End of the Line

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A line of wagons extends a quarter-mile out from the eastern gate of Bree-town. At the front of the line a gate-watcher handles each of the merchants, collecting their bills of inventory and checking their trading permits. 'You're all set, sir. Now move along', he says, lackadaisically ushering the next wagon inside.

Act III Part XV Of Fruni the Dwarf

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Act III, Part XV: Of Fruni the Dwarf

Enter the Dourhand

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The aged dwarf lets the door clatter shut behind him, stopping just inside. His eyes squint, darting between the darker corners and edges of the room, causing the wrinkles on his temple to deepen. Satisfied no one was lying in wait, he marches straight forward to the bar, paying no mind to anyone he may bump into on his way.

Pointing a gloved finger at the man with the apron, he raises his voice. “Oy! You're the keeper of this inn, aye? I will need—”

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