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First Journal, Tenth Entry - Departure

Submitted by Crow on June 17th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

There is nothing left to keep me here... In this accursed city, I no longer have a place, I no longer have a cause, I no longer have a will to spend another day. I do not belong here. I am not wanted here. So be it... I shall leave it all behind, friends, enemies, wealth, fame, fortune... I shall leave, as I came, unanounced, unwelcomed, in a silent, peaceful night, taking with me nothing more than my actions, my thoughts, my concequences... No more blood shall be spilt from my hands inside these walls, within these buildings.

Tinuvinil's Journal - Extract 6

Submitted by Tinuvinil on June 17th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
Tis all good. Mithanor, my love in the next room of our quarters at Imladris, so fair and perfect. I intend to keep her company as long as I may. I am thankful now, that I have been granted duty leave for a short time as requested. For even a day without her is almost unbearable. How much I miss her, tis a weakness like no other.
Kinship/Band link: 
Wardens of the White Lady

Erunaneth

Erunaneth
Race: 
Elf
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Malthembor

Submitted by Malthembor on June 17th, 2010
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Screenshot: General screen

Blaecwyn Sketch

Submitted by Blaecwyn on June 17th, 2010
What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Drawing
Blaecwyn looking vaguely cheerful for a change.

awake

Submitted by Olwing on June 17th, 2010
in
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
I saw my sister running through the orange groves, the black braids in her hair bouncing up and down on her back, shrieking with laughter. As she ran past me she turned and smiled, her eyes full of life. I saw my own hand lift to wave at her, then watched them return to their work. Beneath my fingers I pulled free the constricting leather lacing holding the unkempt tail of hair, began patiently to untangle the dark strands flecked with silver.

Aelfgyth

Aelfgyth
Race: 
Man

Distress Distorted

Submitted by Eacanwyn on June 16th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

   Jenn sat in silence next to the corpse of her husband, an untouched glass of brandy cupped between the palms of her slender white hands. It was cold down here in the stone walled basement beneath the manor house, as chill as his lifeless skin, but she did not care in the least. The dim light of a single candle could not penetrate the deep shadows, stopping far short of the boundaries of this subterranean enclosure, but it did illuminate his features and that was all she needed.

Jairyth

Submitted by Adaryn on June 16th, 2010
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What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Drawing
A brief study of Adaryn's long-suffering husband, Jairyth.
Kinship/Band link: 
Drefan Faran

Tinglir

Tinglir
Race: 
Man

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