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The Night Raid, July 27th

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Nimlith has safely returned to Imladris. Apart from the cruel ordeal she had to endure, she brought grim tidings about a sinister new alliance! It seems that Sharkû's influence is spreading. Certain groups of Dunlendings seem to have joined his side. We need more information...
Date: 
July 27th, 2010
Time: 
18:00
Location: 
Gwingris

Wilderness Appreciation Day - July 29

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~*~ Drowned city on the right hand, Forest on the left. Sand underneath my feet, and cool water touching my hand. ~*~
Date: 
July 29th, 2010
Time: 
19:00
Location: 
Guess!
Chronicle link: 
Wilderness Appreciation Day

Amorith's poetry. Chasing shadows...

Submitted by Amorith on July 22nd, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

There is a tale untold..precious and loved.
A wounded soul not knowing where to go..
chasing shadows, is all she can do.
A restless heart, that noone can get through

fearless and ruthless, a master of the bow..
A huntress so fair, but deadly as few..
I know she is wanted, she never will be safe..
The day she stop run, is her day with no escape..

Kinship/Band link: 
Vanimar

Vilhjalmr

Vilhjalmr Ólávsson frá Esgaroth, Vilhj
Status: 
Active
Race: 
Man
Background: 

Ciryawen

Ciryawen 'Hands'
Race: 
Man
Background: 
Do you want the chair ... No? Then I shall have it ... it is good to sit by the fire awhile. What would you like to know ... there is nothing so great about me. I live by the work of my hands ... birthing, healing, burying. You might be suprised, for many people I have been their first touch coming into the world and their last touch as they leave it.

An Unexpected Gift: The Blessing of Life -- Part 2

Submitted by Inanneth on July 22nd, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Soft strains of harp music escaped from the Hall of Fire as the door opened and closed with the arrival of each new soul. Inanneth purposely did not look in as she passed. While it was probable that whichever of her kinsmen were in Rivendell at the moment would be amongst the crowd, she knew Anglachelm was not part of the gathering. Miluiwen had already inquired and apparently the Noldo lord had not been seen since the night of his arrival. None had seen him leave the valley, however none seemed to know of his whereabouts either. And to be honest, this suited Inanneth just fine.

Kinship/Band link: 
Vanimar

Signet Rings and Bandagings

Submitted by Lieve on July 22nd, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story
As Lieve entered the Pony, she saw Lord Ventris sitting in a chair, writing letters and drinking a glass wine. He looked up, recognising her and invited her to sit with him, buying her a glass of wine. Mr. Baywillow was also there, but seemed to be busy serving customers so she could do little more than give him a wave and a smile.

Daigan's book, entry '6'

Submitted by Daigan on July 22nd, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
''I spent the whole day walking through the town. No one bothered to lay their eyes on me. Are they used to so many travelers? Or simply just kept to themselves? Time will tell.

Ventris Journal, Entry Four

Submitted by Isilorbor on July 22nd, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
Entry: Fourth Dated: 22nd of July Subject: Dreams I have been plagued by dreams of late, which in itself is nothing new. I have barely met a single solider who does not suffer from nightmares from time to time, but none are so terrifying and repeatable then mine. *Isilorbor sits in bed as he writes this, Lendes by his side with Lendil in her arms trying to get him to calm down to fall asleep*
Kinship/Band link: 
The Ventris Family

Folktales - The 3 gifts of Old Mother Bird

Submitted by Dunraven on July 22nd, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry
== The three gifts of Old Mother Bird == Very early on, at the beginnings of time, ''Old Mother Bird'', who was very old and often very lonely & restless had a plan to experience new things. She sat in her nest upon a high perch at the Red Rock and laid her last 3 eggs - her beloved children. Out of these eggs came three identical looking black birds - Rook, Crow & Raven... all looked very much alike but each were very different in temperment but all loved their mother and yearned for her favours.

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