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godrich

Beer is piss, too ...

Submitted by Godrich on July 26th, 2011
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Hill, mountain,dale or wood. I've fought in each - but a true city bred man loves good stone around him. But after so long holed up in this place, even a day or two with the big lad comes welcome. He's like bad weather - smiles one moment, then as wet and dull as a mountain in shadow. Better company than most of these northern lasses though. Which says little for him.

pretty lads and wrinkled lasses

Submitted by Godrich on November 8th, 2010
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Escort duty. As through we were a couple of mercinaries. No bloody pride when she should have it, then all bloody prideful when she wants. M'lady bloody Olwing.

Women. Give them a foot and they take a league. She stands there, face as sour as bad wine when she hears what I says about it. What does she expect? Into the misty mountains with her is bad enough, tho' I give her some due, she knows how to hold her sword. But into the mountains with her and some dozy mare who aint even got a map... What does she want me to do... thank her?

copper topped trouble

Submitted by Olwing on June 28th, 2010
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Godrich will continue my work here, as I go northward. I am disappointed with Amlarad's disinterest in what I told him regarding the copper haired lass. Perhaps he was preoccupied with his 'test'. I do not know. I hope that I would put information that affected my land above some test. Perhaps these northerners are too proud to listen to any other than themselves.

awake

Submitted by Olwing on June 17th, 2010
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I saw my sister running through the orange groves, the black braids in her hair bouncing up and down on her back, shrieking with laughter. As she ran past me she turned and smiled, her eyes full of life. I saw my own hand lift to wave at her, then watched them return to their work. Beneath my fingers I pulled free the constricting leather lacing holding the unkempt tail of hair, began patiently to untangle the dark strands flecked with silver.

choices

Submitted by Olwing on June 13th, 2010
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Preparations to be made. I left him scouring the refuge for whatever can be spared or bartered for. It is better so - I trust his judgement - what do I know about snow? Time too, for him to reflect upon the choice he has made ... or his victory... however he may see it.

esteldin dawn

Submitted by Olwing on April 26th, 2010
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We will move on at first light. I have no more time to give to Esteldin and its Wardens at present. We make for the Tinnunudir lake, set west beyond the burial mounds of the Wardens. Godric must make the best of it that he can. He will protest, but it is better to leave now than before he falls into futher folly with that girl. For me, a pleasure to see its cold waters again.
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