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Fishing with Eoryn and a Wedding

Submitted by Orlenne on July 15th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
Poor Eoryn is worried. It seems a few of her friends haven't been around lately. I am sure it is nothing serious, but she misses them. Blodwynn, her boyfriend and another one or two from what I gather. I tried to calm Eoryn's fears and suggested that they might have gone on a fishing trip which didn't seem to help. Eoryn immediately wondered why they hadn't asked her to go along. Long story short, she suggest we go on a fishing trip.

Dinner at Thryll and Bearn's

Submitted by Orlenne on July 15th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
I have not seen Eoryn in a while, I do hope she is well. Although Thryll assures me she is fine. It would seem that Eoryn is taking lessons from Thryll. Drawing, reading, deportment. I think it will be good for Eoryn's confidence to learn these things.

Amorith and her mother Eovina

Submitted by Amorith on July 15th, 2010
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Screenshot: General screen

Frustrated Justice

Submitted by Orlenne on July 15th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Frustrated sighing can be heard occasionally over the sound of a quill scritching on parchment

Wind, water and stone.

Submitted by Halbar on July 15th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story
The Dúnadan pressed his bulk upon the stone wall, it's touch cold and greasey as the rain lashed and lulled all about. His hooded head leant back onto the stone, his palms clung like limpets upon the surface. His breath, weak and rapid, his pulse clearly audible within his ears, the beating and pounding of his heart druming against his chest - wishing to escape. A shiver crept it's long fingers down his spine. The adrenline was almost too much, his sinews and fibers urged him to turn about and draw his sword.

Nymeis

Nymeis Calembelsis, daughter of Heinlein
Race: 
Man
Background: 

Nymeis comes from a small city in the mountains of Gondor, an isolated place with its local dialect and customs. Her father was the mayor, and her only family. Unfortunately, he was falsely accused of thievery and misgovernment by another town family, and forced to flee north with her daughter after a swordfight. Unfortunately, the father died from a nasty fever just some weeks after their arrival in the small town of Archet. Now Nymeis is all alone, without money, in a place which she doesn't know, forced to use an almost foreign language.

A prisoner is moved

Submitted by Nimlith on July 14th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

"I shall not take orders from a... human!" The Orc spat.
"And what should you do with a prisoner here, with Dwarves and Elves sneaking around, and an invasion to run?" The leader of the Dunlendings smiled coldly. "We shall deliver her to our lord. Those are the Old Man's orders, you know. All prisoners to be delivered to him for questioning."

Kinship/Band link: 
Linna na Gelaidh

News from Cardolan

Submitted by Filrean on July 14th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
Having gathered fresh provisions from Bree, Filrean set her horse to the Great Eastern road and headed towards Asdo's campsite, she would leave him there and head out to the barrows on foot. On her journey from Esteldin she had since been to the camps of Amarion, Mincham and Andreg. She had also asked Saeradan to send word ahead to Candaith. Now she sought out Halbar in his watch of Cardolan and knowing he would most likely be in the area now know as the great barrows she headed there.

Abrianna's Journal - Entry Five

Submitted by Abrianna on July 14th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Abrianna's Journal - Entry Four

Submitted by Abrianna on July 14th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

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