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Sorianne

Captain Sorianne
Race: 
Man
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dance

Submitted by Olwing on May 26th, 2010
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Diary
Three days, three nights here at the lake. We are like slow-moving dancers in a new unlearned figure. We meet together then move apart, him to whatever he does here, me to duty; but in each circling one is still while the other leaves and returns. Then, reformed, we sit and talk and the stars or sun shift across the sky seen and unseen, sensed but unknown.

Journal the Sixth - Sight

Submitted by Ilaru on May 26th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I see them now. I see what will be.

I know what is to come and it pleases me.

The path they each take, the road they so willingly walk, leads to their destruction.

roast 'em, boil 'em, stick 'em in a stew ...

Submitted by Steora on May 26th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
a fat coney! And ... a bag of silver pennies! A good day, a fine day, a wit-filled day! I come up over Archet seein' to the snares, and there is the helm-man and three slouchy shady folk. Heh... I dursn't realise he was one o' a gang a theives. They'm standing around, spyin' on the village. Stupid stonelendings, nothin' in Archet worth havin'. Iffen there were ... I'd've sold it back to 'em.
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The King's Man and the Faithful

The Shades concert. 6 june

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A musical journey presented by The Shades...
Date: 
June 6th, 2010
Time: 
7pm
Location: 
Glade in Celondim

Threldren's Banner

Submitted by Threldren on May 26th, 2010
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Artwork: Artscreen

Journal the Sixth - Haunted.

Submitted by Ilaru on May 25th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

I see it.

I see it now.

I close my eyes and I dream.

The blood, so hot and sticky. The blood, so rich and thick. The blood, so vividly crimson in my minds eye. But it is not mine. I spilled it, but it is not mine.

Darvon

Master "Darvon" Draike
Race: 
Man
Background: 
Darvon Draike was, at best, unlucky. His parents were rich travellers, often neglecting him to explore the sometimes dangerous surroundings. Wandering too far from the caravan, he tripped and fell. A raven swooped down and clawed young Darvon, blinding him in one eye. Driven to bitterness, he became a highwayman, targeting the rich he grew to hate, gathering others to support his cause. He created The Ravens, inspired by that day in his troubled youth. Flirtatious, Attention-Seeking and cunning, Darvon has an eye for the danger in life.

grey

Submitted by Olwing on May 25th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
Godric is set to help the good folk of the hillside refuge. They speak of men driven to plunder old graves by lack of food and hardship. So respect dies in the north it seems; pushed to the edge by hard times. The local folk speak of evil-enamoured men and women, moving towards the ruins of the lake-side city. Leaving Godric to work with them may reveal more of what is happening here.

Dear diary, part 1

Submitted by Loriandra on May 25th, 2010
What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Dear diary,

So much has happened since Aedinor and I came to Bree! I met so many new people... some have become friends, some haven't.

One of them is now the man I am going to marry very soon. His name is Erwick...I love him so much.... Tall, dark and handsome, as they say.

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