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Freasburg

Father and Daughter, Oathlord and Thane

Submitted by Dytha on August 27th, 2019
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Returned from weeks abroad in Snowbourn, Edoras, and the roads between, Dytha finds her father in the tavern at Fréasburg.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Oathsworn
Chronicle link: 
The Isen's Brittle Peace

The Cry of Fréasburg

Submitted by Dytha on July 31st, 2019
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Gudthrun |There was at once the soft cry of a brass horn by the fountain. From the crowd stepped a woman, silver-haired and draped in green with a red emblem stitched to her chest—the setting sun of the Reeve of West-March. The two guards were stoic beside her as she found her footing on the bench and cleared her throat. "To the King's subjects of Fréasburg!" she began, her voice as sharp as the horn-cry. "Gather around to hear his news!" Gudthrun waited only a moment for some of the noise to settle, but she did not appear a woman of patience.

News/Event link: 
The Fréasburg Faire
Kinship/Band link: 
The Oathsworn
Chronicle link: 
The Isen's Brittle Peace

The Climb to Fréasburg

Submitted by Haneth on July 31st, 2019
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People, cattle, and carts pooled out of Fréasburg as the color drained from the sky. Hæneth walked up the ditch along the road, not to get caught in the current of Faire-folk leaving the city. The brazier-lights winked from the towers as if to herald the fireflies. She had just made it. The town, like the rest in Rohan, closed its gates when dark fell. It would not have been her first evening spent sleeping outside a barred city, but she was already days past her due, and someone inside expected her.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Oathsworn
Chronicle link: 
The Isen's Brittle Peace

Dresses and Diplomacy

Submitted by Dytha on July 30th, 2019
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Adriwyn scuffs her feet a bit as she enters, making sure she's not tracking anything in.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Oathsworn
Chronicle link: 
The Isen's Brittle Peace

Fréasburg Beneath the Thrihyrne

Submitted by Dytha on May 22nd, 2019
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Fréasburg

“The sun went down, blood-red in a smoking haze. The spears of the Riders were tipped with fire as the last shafts of light kindled the steep faces of the peaks of Thrihyrne: now they stood on the northernmost arm of the White Mountains, three jagged horns staring at the sunset.”

- The Two Towers, Chapter 7, Helm’s Deep

Kinship/Band link: 
The Oathsworn
Chronicle link: 
The Isen's Brittle Peace

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