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Evendim 2

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Evendim - Home of my father

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Bound by knots and other things

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First Journal – Safety

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Diary
Blessed is my good Master Wheatley for having taken the road to Trestlebridge so early in the year – we would not have made it even to the span across the river had we left Kingsfell but a day later. As it is, we have not lost anything excepting our cart of food supplies and my old diaries. Thankfully we made it to town with our lives and the ledgers, and not much harm done except to our pride. Our main concern is now that the road north will be unsafe with the bands of marauding orcs and there being no way of telling if the wood order will come through in time.

Dunraven

Captain Dunraven of Gondor
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Ilaru and Blaecwyn

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Blaecwyn points out where Ilaru is expected to run during her exercises.

Revelry in Hythe

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Tinuvinil and Mithanor share a peaceful dance on the shores of the Anduin

First Journal, Fifth Entry - Facades and Alliances

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Crow has made quite an impact here. I have seen people rejoice, frown, or tremble, at the mere hearing of the name. I have seen futile attempts of people, trying to figure out who is the man behind the mask, what are his motives, what is his ultimate goal. I have heard remarks about Crow, both good and bad, but all of them wrong. If only they knew that Crow is only one of my many faces...

First Journal, Fourth Entry - Contact

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What a sudden and unexpected turn of events! Even to this moment, as I write these lines, I find it hard to believe what has transpired... He is still alive. Imrachil, the one man to whom I owe everything, even my own existence, is alive. How can it be? My own eyes witnessed his death. Five years ago, when the corsairs came once more for raid and plunder, when I was taken forcefully, enslaved, doomed to be serving in their ships...

 

Journal the Seventh - Found

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I left Evendim as swift as my horse was able to carry me.

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