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Winter gear

Submitted by Carme on August 30th, 2009
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I had to buy warm winter clothes! My poor toes and ears were freezing so much I thought they'd fall off! Much better with boots and a warm fur hood - though I think they were meant for a Northerner's child...

The ice bay at Suri-Kyla

Submitted by Rhoana on August 30th, 2009
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The Lossoth

Suri-Kyla

Submitted by Rhoana on August 30th, 2009
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The Icebay

Submitted by Rhoana on August 30th, 2009
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Memories of the homeland
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The Lossoth

Exploring Forochel

Submitted by Carme on August 30th, 2009
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A brave Northerner.

Exploring Forochel

Submitted by Carme on August 30th, 2009
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Moon and Northern Lights.

Exploring Forochel

Submitted by Carme on August 30th, 2009
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Northern Lights over the village of Pynti-Peldot.

Exploring Forochel

Submitted by Carme on August 30th, 2009
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Forochel is beautiful, and powerfully lonely.

Exploring Forochel

Submitted by Carme on August 30th, 2009
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Carme and Firefern exploring Forochel.

The watchful sleep

Submitted by Yarassi on August 29th, 2009
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Sleep is something different to this… This is more akin to being awake in a darkness that no light can pierce. And yet a darkness that has form and shape, a darkness that moves and has life within its deep endless folds. I should awake now, I know it, and my heart knows it. But does this darkness know that I wish no longer to tarry within its warmth and subtle comfort? I think not. But then… Do I think? Whose words come to me through this black sleep I lay idle within?
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Riders of the Riddermark

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