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warriors

In song remembered

Submitted by Waelden on June 19th, 2023
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry
Shadows grew long afore the dimmed dawn
while men awoke to muted horns;
hearty men green-cloaked and ironclad.
Far they had ridden on well-trained steeds,
passing over river, mound and dale;
heavy hoofs broke ground well-traveled,
resting now on cold and dewy grass.
Still their fires burned and embers flew;
birds singing and crickets playing
in the misted morning, while the sun rose
behind mountains white-enclouded.
Kinship/Band link: 
Men of the Mark
Chronicle link: 
Tales of a Rider, a Wolf and their cub

The Shadow Walkers: Lhaereth The Stained

Submitted by Ornessar on July 24th, 2018
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The three friends and the dozens of other Warriors might have just encountered Shelob but the joy and glory of having no casualties did not last lore. Almost immediately after they left Shelob's Lair they found themselves in the unending darkness of Mordor once again. And their next step would be Agarnaith. As they moved through Dor Amarth, they met with two other groups and raided not only the orc encampment of Fushaum Tum but several more other encampments of the minions of the Enemy.

Kinship/Band link: 
House of Ornessë
Chronicle link: 
The Tales of The Shadow Walkers
The Shadow Walkers and The Beginning of The New Age

Poem of Ynel

Submitted by Ynel on July 31st, 2017
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

At evening often it happens yet,

When the rest of our night is free,

That a veteran old from the war is met,

And we chat about Ynel of Bree.

　

Though sullen the man may have been before,

More kindly his face now grows,

And his gray moustache doth a curl come o'er,

And smile on his visage grows.

　

He thinks how oft from the battle-plain,

or from long-day's travel incur

And wearied, came he a pint to drain,

in the Prancing Pony with her.

　

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