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Despair and Hope

Submitted by Gallatrien on January 12th, 2018
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Poetry

Tall and brave, clad in green
did he stand to bid me farewell.
Departing on a secret errand he was,
one on which he must not be seen.

My brother bid me farewell.

He departed then well-armed,
bearing the blessing of the Lord and Lady,
to journey far on sword and wit
with our wishes that he return unharmed.

My brother bid me farewell.

The morning was most beautiful and bright.
The birds were singing, the wind was sighing,
and around us many brilliant flowers bloomed.

Chronicle link: 
The White Ships: A Poetry Collection (excerpts)

Account of Iriul, Fourth Entry

Submitted by Iriul on November 6th, 2016
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir
Page 4

This page will account more unfortunate news than the second, for I came yet again upon more oppertunities in Bree than I should have taken notice of...Or perhaps it was the wisest I could, it remains to be seen. 

Account of Iriul, Third Entry

Submitted by Iriul on November 6th, 2016
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Diary

Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir
Page 3

The Keep still stands, and the bridge is still tread by folk i can call friends.
It's now that I'm alone, and i've found some peace that I sit and feel more at home with these duties. I have yet to feel like I've earned this Captaincy though, and to firmly lay claim to it, I must have it acknowledged.

Account of Iriul, Second Entry

Submitted by Iriul on November 6th, 2016
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Diary

Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir
Page 2

When the greenway took me to familiar lands, I didn't expect such events to unfold.
No people here know me, and that might be best. I took the alias of Gamber, hastily thought up and honestly, I had to look to my horse to think of it. However much the old Captain forbid us to go in to the Town itself, it was too long of a road to stay away from well-reputed ale and properly cooked food. 

Account of Iriul, First Entry

Submitted by Iriul on November 6th, 2016
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Diary

Journal of Captain Iriul of Tinnudir

It has now fallen to me,the captaincy of Tinnudir and Alaghir's company. After knowing the man for a lifetime, his luck was finally spent upon the stormed waves of the Belegaer Sea, along with many of our kinsmen. In fact, I return alone. This journal will act as the only witness to my journey if i should fail, and if indeed i live to write it to it's last page it will be the account of my Captaincy from beginning to end, however soon or late it may come.

Eredian in Forochel

Submitted by Eredian on April 5th, 2015
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Artwork: Artscreen

Eredian 'growing up' in the wilds of Forochel, training with his bow at the age of twenty, a very young age for a Dunedain. Eredian portrayed by 'Connor' from 'Assassin's Creed III'.

Source: 
Art from Assassin's Creed 3, copyright of Ubisoft.

Evening watch

Submitted by Istuir on May 17th, 2013
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Screenshot: General screen

A Warden of the Mithdirith stands watch..

Kinship/Band link: 
Loth-i-Lonnath

Vigilance over Rivendell

Submitted by Amathruil on September 21st, 2012
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Screenshot: General screen

Sunrise over the lone lands.

Submitted by Ulka on September 10th, 2011
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Screenshot: General screen

Invasion of Annúminas

Submitted by Vinti on April 23rd, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story
Vinti shook his friends hand smiling in good parting, and began walking towards the doors of Tham Laegamon. The bonfire illuminated the chalk-white stone walls with a warm and deep red glow as it crackled comfortably. The dry ash wood sent little embers rising with the smoke up into the air. Evedim had set its sun, and the purple hour was beginning. Tham Laegamons spare commodations had always been one for Vinti to favour, on the account of the view alone. As he reached the entrance, he leaned on the corroded door and sniffed in some air.

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