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Fled C3

Submitted by Craign on August 2nd, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
Once more I have returned to Bree to check on things.Whilst in town I visited The Prancing Pony only to be followed into the back rooms by a mysterious man. I drew my blade and turned it on him, he seemed quite jumpy as a drew my blade I quickly asked him who he was and what he wanted, he seemed to know an awful lot about me...perhaps a bit too much if you ask me. He introduced himself as a ranger who has been tracking me for many days. Once I had calmed down Welten came to me and asked if he could speak to me outside so I agreed.

Recipe: Lembas Waybread

Submitted by Andarne on August 2nd, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
This is a Letter

6 Spoons of softened butter (Churned cream). 2 Table-cups of ground seed (Flour). 1 Spoon of sugar. 1 Egg, beaten. ½ Small cup of Milk. 4 Spoons of heavy cream. Fallen Mallorn leaves for Storage.

Records of Ornalaurëon, Entry 2

Submitted by Ornalaureon on August 2nd, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
This is a LetterMordor is everything I had feared it would be. Black ash, flaming rock...everything within this wretched land, Bauglir would be proud of his servant, Sauron. The battle we fought some hours ago was harsh. Many of the Enemy were fallen; as were our own. A captain, whom I knew to be of Men, was slain and his body taken to the Orcs for a foul purpose we can only fear of. But we rest now, before the final march. How I fear for myself, now; should I not return home. I worry...

Personal Logbook; Entry 2

Submitted by Mithon on August 2nd, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

This is a Diary

I have forsaken these pages for some time. Tanes did mention a similar prospect, perhaps she keeps a journal too!

Ah, but it was a pleasure to see her again. Especially after so long. She went travelling, as I can recall.

Ah, but I should return to the borders. I am told Andarne returns from his journeys, today!

 

Personal Records; Entry 54

Submitted by Andarne on August 2nd, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
This is a Letter

Malliel has grown so much the past day or two; and her voice becomes sweeter still.

The child within her stirs when she does; rest when she does, and dreams the same dreams. I am so happy; for them both.

Amorith's diary. page 7

Submitted by Amorith on August 1st, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I wish that the road wasn't so windy with full of rocks.
For ten days and nights I have been on the road with the pouring rain my face. I know ways to protect me from the harsh wind from the north though, certain trees protect me from the worst. But soon the rain and the wind will change to snow and the biting cold wind will ease. That is a comforting thought though.
My trainer and teacher in Imladris has given me this last task to fulfill my training as Warden.

Kinship/Band link: 
Vanimar

Recipe For Poisons: Deadly Nightshade Poison.

Submitted by Seraile on August 1st, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
This poison has been extremely effective on my target today, it has proven efficent, and surprisingly quick. Deadly Nightshade is the plant I want... must list its features or I might forget... Broad green leaves, bell shaped brown flowers, and black berries. Pull up the plant, cut up the roots into a mush, then cut off a couple of leaves and using a pestle and mortar cursh them up and mix them with the roots. Leave so the oil and sap of the plant comes up and settles for a few days.

Vallenwood

Nite Vallenwood
Race: 
Man

Dark Road

Submitted by Tindir on August 1st, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Hendulas

You wished the winds be fair

The ways gold and green

The sun should shine upon that path

No shadows to be seen

Water sweet, bright green leaves

A journey worth a song

But none of this i've seen till now

All beauty seems have gone

The road south is trodden brown

Travel hampered by the rain

Fair winds turned into gale

Hardly whispering your name

Sunrayes hidden by dark clouds

Dark figures all around

The water has a bitter taste

No song, but marching without sound

Dorelda

Dorelda of the Harfoots
Race: 
Hobbit
Background: 
Dorelda spends most of her time in a pub or tavern playing music for the locals enjoying an evening ale. She enjoys drinking wine and eating meat.

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