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Corruption Part I - ill Fated Words

Submitted by Reiven on July 21st, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The Beginning

Dust covered lands, scorching under the grim sun…

Reiven wrapped her face with a scarf after started to ride into the endless plains of Lone Lands. She wasn’t in a hurry still she seemed to force her monstrous mount to go fast or maybe it was her cranky steed who wants to go faster. Yet they need to lower down as a caravan approached on the road.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Silver Blades

the true refuge

Submitted by Azrudaur on July 21st, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I watch her pull up the hood of the cloak that I have given her. Enveloped in its sable folds, clad in the black dress, her face shines softly, the moon in clouds. She has been enclosed in this tent for long enough, it is time to move her to more fitting accomodation.

I pull back the flap of the tent sharply. The first true light for her in many a day. I see her eyes open to receive the starlight, turning her face in yearning before, senses opened, the shock of the scene before her slaps her back to reality.

Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

The Diary of Eodryth

Submitted by Eodryth on July 21st, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
Well oh well diary of mine...I am finally back home, well not 'home' home of course that is Rohan, however my hopes of the path to Rohan being open by the time I escaped Moria have not come to pass so Bree is home for now! It is bliss to be eating regularly again and not have the constant threat of Goblins and other such beasts attacking you as you sleep, although things are not quite as I imagined them to be upon my return.

Personal Records; Entry 52

Submitted by Andarne on July 20th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
This is a Letter

I find myself wandering the homeland, more and more.

My wife now lingers at Cerin Amroth; nusring her woes and weariness. It will not be long until our son is brought into this world. I am proud of her, and happy.

Lothlórien is peaceful this night, the winds are soft and cool; the breeze does not worry me. Mirkwood has fallen silent, there is peace there for the first time in many weeks.

Falas - A beach (Sindarin)

Submitted by Naruvir on July 20th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

I thail nín thithin erin Amar •
My small feet on the ground
Bain! •
Wonderful!
Mathon i lith da thellyn nín •
Feeling the sand against my soles
limp a rhing ••
Wet and cold.

A recent family tree.

Submitted by Eradric on July 20th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Official Document

This is not openly available, it is probably kept in the family home.

Family Tree

Kinship/Band link: 
Ardaede Carleasnes

The Way of the Harp

Submitted by Malliel on July 20th, 2010
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Screenshot: General screen
Malliel practices the harp in her home. Her husband has been teaching her.

Malliel's Diary: Entry 13

Submitted by Malliel on July 20th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

It seems I have neglected this diary somewhat, but so much has occured. I have not thought about writing.

I am now home. I am in Caras Galadhon, to be exact, sitting upon Talan Galadhrim. I am here to birth my child. Baingol insisted that we travel a little earlier than planned, just to be safe. Speaking of my beloved, he returned safely from Greenwood. I am so thankful he was unharmed. The business he had to tend to over there went smoothly. Lord Rasheke accompanied him, so he was in good company.

Godrich

Godrich
Race: 
Man
Background: 
Godrich scowls through his northbound travels in the company of Olwing, a woman sworn to Gondor and whom he serves as bannerman. His deep dislike of his current posting manifests in most of his actions, his dislike and mistrust of 'm'bloody lady' readily apparent if any choose to engage him in conversation.

A History, Part One

Submitted by Mallasdir on July 19th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual
The sun chased dappled shadows across the grass of the glade, warming the buzzing insects that flickered from tree to flower to bush. Mallasdir sat, his eyes closed, the gentle lullaby of the wind through leaves in his ears. It seemed to whisper of ages past and tell tales of the gret and small things that had happened in this very spot. For despite the secluded nature of his perch there were many great tales unfolding around him. A colony of bees had settled high in the branches of one of the sturdy trees and was tirelessly working on their honey.

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