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Anarr

Anarr the Spear-Master
Race: 
Man

Norui

Nórui Oranor
Race: 
Elf

Journal the Eighth - Ghosts

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

*The writing upon this page looks cramped and crabbed, as if the author was having difficulty drafting the contents*

He came to me.

I do not know how, or by what foul sourcery he was able to do so, but he came to me.  It was him, I know it.

Awaiting Results

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

   Standing in the darkened northwest corner of the taverns common room Jenn looked, as ever, out of place. These barrels, this little niche, had ever been the the favoured place of the more shady clientele of this establishent, usually being inhabited by heavily armed men in hooded cloaks doing their level best to look mysterious and intimidating.

For the Fallen

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Drawing
(quick sketch to be inked)

Mourning

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Drawing
(Quick sketch to be inked)

A treasured Sword

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Drawing
(Quick sketch to be inked)

In Youth

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Drawing
Of Gleorwyn in early adolescence without helm. (Quick sketch to be inked)

Jaunts and Haunts

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story
Lord Aradill was as good as his word. He spoke to her father, after a tough discussion managing to convince him it would be in Lieve's and her father's own best interests that she go to Thorin's Hall with Lord Aradill. They would go there on business, to see if the dwarves would be willing to trade their ale to Bree with Todd Averay as their middleman. Lieve was so excited. They set out early in the day, together with a guard named Dracomir.

Chords and Lords

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story
She met Lord Rionir Aradill of the Defenders of the Free Peoples while playing her harp at the Pony. He strode up to her confidently, listening to her play. She became rather selfconscious, missing notes or playing wrong ones. He smiled magnanimously at her.

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