Eira

The Greatest Joy In Her Life

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

On the bed, Eira cuddled close to Nimraph. He slept soundly as she buried her head in his chest, clenching his silk evening wear as she smiled. She had never felt so much joy in her life. She pulled her head up, uncurling her hand. On her finger dazzled a wonderful ring with a blue gem. Nimraph had proposed to her. Of course Eira had accepted.

The Dark Blossom

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Artwork: Artscreen

The pale woman's long, black hair flowed in the parched, choking winds of the wastelands. Gazing out as dark crebain fed on the rotting corpses of long dead orcs, she gazed upon the endless cold desert of Gorgoroth. She yearned for something different than this, something she did not even know existed under the ash clouded sky.

Slipping

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Screenshot: General screen

Cruelly surrounded by maps, reminders, of the outside world; Eira is still hiding, trapped, inside the same old house. In this same old house, day after day, her mental state continues to keep slipping…

Madaurbeth ~ Page I

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

[The writing is in Aduniac, some parts of the writing more sloppy than others. Written the morning before the attack.]

 

I have decided to keep a journal. Something I sit down to do. I would like to write books on lore someday, so I think writing a journal would be a good start. I am sitting in the library in my house with a cup of tea, going to leave for a shift at the Stag in a couple minutes.

A Letter to a Friend

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Official Document

With the albino raven Snowbird awaiting its mission, Eira wrote a letter in haste. She was unsure if Demlemoth would approve of her reaching out, and she had disappointed him enough recently. She wanted to write to her friend, tell herself that she was alright. Of course, she was the pinnacle of caution writing this short letter. Barely any details were given, and her location and name were left unknown.

Tears Of The Strong

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Have you noticed

How the clouds seem to weep with the strong?

As if to show them

That their sorrowful spilling of tears are not wrong.

As you watch them

They often seem to silently bear,

​​​​​​With smile or laugh,

Overwhelmed

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The attack.
The dangers to Nimraph.
Glandaron.
Survivor's guilt.
Monster's guilt.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Glandaron.
Guilt.
Egfor's hurt.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Mordor
Guilt.
Not worth it.
Attack.
Nimraph.
Ristiinna deserves better.
Not worth it.
Guilt.
Attack.
Angmar
Egfor-

Nmraph-

Guilt

Not w-
Guilt.

Showdown ~ Eira vs. Glandaron

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

 

 

Aglarari ~ The Glorious Queen, The Corrupted Child

Author: 
Tacita

Aglarari, the Glorious Queen, Heir of Aglarzor the Silent, Warlord of Mordor. 

The Book Worm

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Screenshot: General screen

Eira is a seeker of knowledge, a lover of lore. She has her own library in her house in Millshaw, and visits Nimraph's library as well. Though, for the building's dark nature, not as often...

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