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First Journal – Smoke

Submitted by Finlag on June 8th, 2010
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The hills and trees cover our view of the town and I am glad for it. We have found shelter in between the wall of a cliff and the slope of a hill, just to the south-east of the town. Young Ned is anxiously walking around from one side of our small camp to the other; he wants to do something but cannot for lack of strength and skill. Master Wheatley is sat quietly some little way off where we are. Our Cal keeps watch, a little way to the other side.

Tindir

Tindir
Status: 
Active
Race: 
Elf
Background: 

Born in Mithlond, and, when becoming of age, send to the three towers in Emyn Beraid. It was here that he was trained as a guard, mainly serving on Elostirion. He was chosen to be a part of Galdor of the Havens retinue, who was send to Imladris by Lord Cirdan. At arrival he was dismissed of his duties by Galdor.

blue lake

Submitted by Olwing on June 8th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
We huddle together as close as two babes in the same belly. The need is unspoken. We are Men - and whatever happened today, whatever force directed the waters - was not. We are Men, and for all our valour and our shining swords, we know when to find a fortress to shelter us from the unknown. A refuge of reality from which we can stare out at the world when it twists into an unknown shape around us. Here, no stone, nothing made by the hands of Men to seek a refuge in. Flesh then must do, and the solidity of bone, the regular familiar in and out of breathing to remind us that there is reality.

In Celondim

Submitted by Malliel on June 8th, 2010
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Malliel finds peace in the beautiful glade area of Celondim.

Amon Sûl

Submitted by Malliel on June 8th, 2010
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Malliel looks upon a wondrous view of Amon Sûl.

First Journal, Ninth Entry - Evaluation

Submitted by Crow on June 8th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

How quickly the years pass... I can still vividly recall the first day I returned in Pelargir, after having extracted my vengeance upon Black Tide. That was five years ago. Tonight, I became twenty three summers old. So many things have happened, so many situations have come to pass... How can I still remember them all, while all this time trying so hard to forget? Why am I unable to forget the things that have happened, the things that I have made to happen? My past, stuck on me, like a leech on a healthy man's flesh...

Beremthor

Beremthor "Berem" of Gondor
Race: 
Man

Brelwing

Miss Cups
Race: 
Man
Background: 
Miss Cups. Or so she likes to be called even if it is not her real name, but a nickname given by her father. She was raised by her parents who travelled around the world. They were teachers, and she was just a student among the other students. At age twenty-two, her parents decided she had to go her own path, and pass down the knowlegde she gained. She has done so for thirty-two years. Though she does not know wether her parents are still alive or not, she feels they are doing fine.

Journal the Seventh - Meetings

Submitted by Ilaru on June 8th, 2010
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Diary

I started off on my reason for being here in short order.

Journal the Seventh - Revisit

Submitted by Ilaru on June 8th, 2010
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Diary

It feels like forever since I was last here.

Mother and I made the journey to Bree quite quickly. Jikista opted to stay behind. I think there is a tribesman she has her eye on. Still, mother might not be as young as she once was, but she remains a hardy woman and difficult to tire. I think she rather enjoyed the journey itself. I know I did.

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