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Facing the Pain

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Story

Sewyn was gone. After months of searching, just as she had for Owena, the thought struck her like a rock. 

Weary Mulling

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Story

Mead. Battle. Mead. Sleep.Train. Mead. Tend a horse. Mead. Battle. Battle. Mead.

Life was all the same. Esma had thrived on the thrill of defeating enemies. Orcs, Wargs...yes, they needed to die.
Yet she was tired. So tired.
It was all the same. Was there meaning to it? The more she defeated, the more came later.

Mead was still her best friend, and would continue to be so. But did she have any other friends? Not really. She was alone.

Trying to find the others.

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Gæded and Phaewyn decided to search for the company, even though their wounds were still freshly patched up and healing. They decided to search downstream for the others, as it was a sensible place to start. They gave Eaworth a wide berth, ending up climbing a large hill. The climb was hard on the wounded pair and so they found a copse of trees and decided to rest.

Northdowns: Wayward Ranger Pt.1 The Hunt

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Story

A pair of dark grey eyes peered through the hood and mask, muffled steam rising with each breath as he broke a trail through the snow that gathered on the banks of the half frozen creek. It was quiet, the world crisp and white though he spotted a set of deer tracks that lead to and from the water’s edge. After refilling his waterskin, he made his way back up to higher ground, where the snow thinned, blown by the howling winds that brought the breath of ice down from Forochel.

That's the only thing that looks right now...

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Katrandil leaves everything behind in hurry. The letter... that was enough. She cries running away from Bree. Would anyone miss her? She can't even think of that. Her thoughts are shattered...

..Where are you now?

Was it all my fantasy?

My only imaginary....

Where are you now...?

I'm faded....

So lost... I'm faded...

On patrol to being missed

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Story

It was a beautiful morning, Thalanil and the rest of the scout patrol was preparing to go out on patrol in the great Greenwood. It seemed to be a normal patrol, something that they had done several times but this day would not be like any other day.

Lost Woods

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Diary

It has been a long time since I didn't went back to Bree, long time walking trough the lifeless and silent roads of The Lone Lands. I miss the evergreen plains and the forest that spread its woods to everyplace. So one day i went back to Bree, and heard after days the noise of the horses, the chant of the bards, the propaganda of the merchants, the blades crushing in the forge... all that combination of sounds, something that I usually heard before, are nothing more than noise... one that is really disgusting now.

History of Tensions - The Splitting of Husband and Wife

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Story

"Why do you not wish to come with us?!" Erië shrieked at her husband, the volume of the voice drowned out by the talking of the many Elves within their company. The twins, Fimon and Ýron, covered their ears as they stood between their parents, who were looking at each other in great anger and pain. Fimon and Ýron wept in each other's arms, seeing their loved ones so estranged: They had never seen such strife and anger among their kin, less even among their parents.

Lost in the bog

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Sotur gets lost at Rushock Bog during one of her patrols. She's in full Militia uniform.

Amorith's diary. page 10

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Diary

...It was him. My dear Lord Earinlin.
He told me our Tûr Veryacano had banned his decision, Earinlin was allowed to see me.. I nearly faint...
Five years of waiting was over.. I could not believe what he said.. I asked him over and over again. Is it true? 'Yes!' he said!
 
I felt this these joy overwhelm me.. I almost felt ill..I was trembling and I could not stop my tears.
 
The river Mitheithel  never looked so beautiful that night..The moon where like a shining gem..

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