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Dreamwalk

Submitted by Lhasbelin on August 26th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

((hah! my picture is more purple than any purple prose!))

A hard road

Submitted by Dweri on August 26th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Pain shot trough the dwarves body, coursing from his legs, trough his lower back and all the way up to the very top of his head. The dwarf smiled, welcoming the sensation like an old friend. "So I am not dead yet", Dweri muttered and stumbled on his legs, gribbing the half-drawn greatsword on his back and drawing it out from it's sheath. Dweri winced, the sudden movement blurring his vision and filling it with bright flashes of light. Still he heard a bellowing to his right hand side and the cracking of twigs, root and stones under mighty limbs.

Prologue. The deserter

Submitted by Lhak on August 26th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

 

 

 

Kinship/Band link: 
The Silver Blades

Turandir

Turandir
Race: 
Man
Background: 

Most of Turandir's past lies a sketchy mystery, though there are brief snippets of information that have been unearthed over the years, the first one being his origin. Turandir, son of Thireandir, was born a few decades ago in a quiet farm near the fields of Pelennor, Gondor, to a poor farming family with hardly more than a small piece of land and very little coin to it's name.

Dweri

Dweri Frostbeard, Troll-Hewer
Race: 
Dwarf
Background: 

Dweri, who has always loved the harshness of the high places of the world has been a traveler for all his life. Seeking out the tallest peeks and the most ruthless of climates. This hard life has given him a hearty sense of humour and appreciation for the rare company. Making him more outgoing and friendly than most dwarves. He likes spending cold nights outdooors, and brisk mornings with a preperation of an filling outdoor breakfeast. Dweri also has a great loathing against trolls, and he has hewed many of them on his joyrneys.

A dream

Submitted by Adunzil on August 25th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

He was walking under golden trees, upon gold land, enjoying the sight and feeling the woods were giving off. He came near one of the Mallorn and had placed his hand on its bark, trying to get the feeling of it.

˝You look content enough.˝  a familiar voice from behind him said. He turned to the person.

˝Mae govannen, my friend! It has been a while.˝  he responded as he hugged his elf friend, instead of greeting him normally. His friend laughed, responding casually.

Brandywine Fishing Contest!

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Good day, my fellow Hobbits!
Are you bored to cast your line alone, nobody to impress with your big catch around?
Well come and join me, Adalbard Oakleaf, at a fishing competition this Sunday at 6pm (/servertime).
The fishing competition will start at the Brandywine bridge, in the Shire near Stock.

Date: 
August 29th, 2010
Time: 
18:00
Location: 
Brandywine Bridge

Elinah

Elinah Nimothan
Race: 
Man
Background: 

 

Lhak

Lhak
Race: 
Man
Background: 

Lhak is a deserter.

Chronicles of Gwenbur: Entry 13

Submitted by Gwenbur on August 25th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

It has been a while since I last written. Cirdu now seems to be alright after the incident my last entry was about. I spoke to him and he ensured me that anything like that would not happen again. I will trust his word.

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