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Brynleigh

Gathering in the Sizzling Turtle

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(OOC: Open RP, last Sunday of every month at 4pm servertime!)

Visiting the Craft Fair and Farmer's Market

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(Link to said event: http://laurelinarchives.org/node/44348)

Work and Wondering

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What a day it had been. There had been times when she had a couple people in her shop at the same time, rarely though it happened, but that day she had had not two. or even three, but five. Five people in her shop.

Gathering in the Sizzling Turtle

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(OOC: Open RP every Sunday at 4pmEST/9pmGMT!)

Gathering at the Sizzling Turtle

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(OOC: Open RP Sundays at 4pmEST/9pmGMT!)

Entry for 22 September

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Diary

Home again! And with it, all the mixed feelings one would expect. A bit of melancholy that our trip is over, and the lazy, idyllic days of self indulgence are in the past. It is time for me to head back to the barrack stables, and back to Neyaa's farm, while my beloved heads out each day with pickaxe in hand. 

The Story of a Runaway Part 2

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Amanda rode along the cobble stone road, she saw a flame in the distance and urged the horse closer, dismounting the horse as she got to it, she sat near the fire without a word..

"You there! What are you doing here?" a voice came sounding from the dark

The Wedding of Inayat and Arenborne

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Past week's reflection

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Aeruthuil sat down in front of the fire, the ground soggy. As he glances over towards one of the men tending to another he sighs before muttering to himself, ''At least Brandant returned, fairly in one piece. Physically at least..'' Something which was surprising to him, after all not many had returned from the Moors.

A Lament for Tothrandir

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Diary

(Written on a tear-stained page of her journal)

 

Gentlest eyes of ashen grey

Love was in the smile of your lips

Ever selfless, always giving

Even your life, for others

 

Rest now, in glory

Hailed by your fathers

This world was not worthy

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