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Ceadric

Ceadric
Status: 
Dormant
Race: 
Man

Meiva

Meiva Telumendil
Status: 
Dormant
Race: 
Elf
Background: 

“Once upon a time they say you’ll be able to watch the stars of Elbereth from these lands” said the he elf without turning his gazes from the night sky which was now covered with a thick black smoke.

“Stars… “ said the she elf trying to imagine thousands of little sparking dots on a clear night sky. But the only thing she could be able to call up was the rain which was set off hundreds of flame arrows.

Personal Records; Entry 78

Submitted by Andarne on December 23rd, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
This is a Letter

Such a curious dream I had, the other night.

I was standing in our home...several things were changed. Then, I heard the word "Father" spoken.

There stood my son, Nemben! He was much older; and wore green robes.

After discussing his studies, he went to his room to sort the mess! Such a scholar, always leaving parchment around - from what I saw.

Self Notes 10 - Thoughts

Submitted by Reiven on December 23rd, 2010
in
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I gave him some time and space to settle…

Kinship/Band link: 
Vanimar

Tinuchen

Tinuchen
Status: 
Dormant
Race: 
Elf
Background: 

Old Urnu was walking barefeet on the hard stones, he did not feel their angles, having walked like that all his life... all his lives, say the superstitious people. No one indeed remember Old Urnu else than... old...
Urnu the old crazy ermit...
Whatever the gossips, Old Urnu was walking this night in the wilderness of the Lone Lands, just like every nights, walking and thinking about philosophic questions, always the same questions : will the races of Middle Earth become one day a bit wiser, and if yes, how ?

One more chance.

Submitted by Seraile on December 22nd, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Seraile was perches on top of the town hall looking like an oddly mis-shaped and over grown raves.. his black mask covering his face, his cloak billowing in the wind behind him in thie velvetty darkness of the impenetrable, moonless night...

A beam of light shun on the ground below... a door opened and a man stepped out, covered by a red travelling cloak around his shoulders, hooded to protect him from the wind... darkess surrounded him again, Seraile crept along the roof, following him.. waiting...

Kinship/Band link: 
Defiant Daggers

A Poem of the Day

Submitted by Duissane on December 22nd, 2010
in
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

A Poem of the Day

the final rest is aquired with vengeance.

Submitted by Seraile on December 22nd, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Seriale was staring at the fire in the Pony... then a familiar voice sounded behind his left shoulder... the voice, of a murderer. Samfin... Killed of Dalgaroth... a friend of Seraile...

He could feel his heart beating in a controlled manned, his hands flexing, attempting to controll himself.. not to lose it... it must be done in a clean way... but of course they will find him.. its always him they go to... thats why they killed Dalgaroth... Because the fools were mistaken on who killed Goddefrid.. captain of the Trestlebridge guard...

Kinship/Band link: 
Defiant Daggers

Butter stone

Submitted by Alqualinde on December 22nd, 2010
in
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Saerdir lingers with the household of Hir Curugirion. Such a splended company!

It is good for him, to have company, to take his ease under sunlight and starlight. Forty years away. I wager the only change is that the trees are a little larger. He is as he ever is, thoughtful and good-natured.

Yule event at Nuin Giliath

Submitted by Achazia on December 22nd, 2010
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Screenshot: General screen

 

Kinship/Band link: 
The Shades

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