Galtharian

In Your Room, part 2

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Story

(A continuaution of In Your Room, part 1)

Some few days after the company’s return from Angmar.


A flutter of fabric, over the stairs. Cloaked. Hooded.

Dalbran Gurnisson, Elf-Finder

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Story

“Ye know. Lassie, sometimes I reckon fate has it in for me! Y’know what I mean? Findin’ an Elf, in this burned piece of land? What’s and Elf doin’ her an’way? They’ve got no trees here. Perhaps... Aye, perhaps he got all sad ‘n’ the like, methinks he was goin’ to the sea but got lost? He’s not exactly bright, from what Breezelooker told me.” 
 

7:28

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

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The Forest floor,

Rot rises in puffs of smoke,

A carcass lies, or one that's almost;

Breathes a final breath.

Each day, biting, this breath leaves him;

Gentle fingers curl and twist his bones -

A sum of roots, chewed and eaten...

Grief on show for unkind eyes.

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Watch him, watch.

Twisting, curling, spiting out

The dying breath

From lungs of mold.

Watch him, say:

"Remember, one so little.

Remember, oh so young.

Remember

Cuio Vae

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

He could hear and feel the wheezing as he fought to breath, each one causing him to cry out in pain but nothing ever left his lips. He could hear the clattering and fighting around him, the world had grown so much darker, he could barely even see his hand as it reached to clutch his fallen blade. Only to realize, it was but a rock. Knowing now that he had led this company of people who  gave him an inkling of trust, and he had not the strength to wield his own blade in their defense. 

In Your Room, part 1

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Some few days after the company’s return from Angmar.

Raspberry

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

"Banter... yes, I know of this."

Cardanith said as he leaned closer to the Table while casting his gaze over at Galtharian who had placed the elf's drink of choice down before him. All the while the scowl adorning his face almost forced itself to appear as a smile as he looked to Baralinion.

Windswept, nevermore

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Soft light from a setting sun danced along the edges of the tall grass as it swayed. A breeze moved it, almost melodically so. A late summer's warmth laid on his skin as he turned and looked around. 

A flutter of a green cloak alerted him to the one some odd steps before him. Unhooded, watching, his hands laying still at his side as if they never needed to grasp a weapon.

 

Respite in the Dark

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

 

They finally found a place to rest. Within one of the ruined structures within Carn Dum, the two were huddled around a small fire, draped in their traveling cloaks. 

“Ye know, for a Elf-Warrior in a shoddy piece of plate, yer not too bad, laddie.” 

A silent farewell

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Galtharian poked his head into the room, glancing around the dusty room cautiously before opening the door fully. His face lit up as he saw the figure inside. He dashed in, unwrapping the parcel he was carrying and setting down the several bottles on the top of the papers and maps on the table. He grabbed two empty mugs from the nightstand next to them, hopping over the books that were stacked all over the floor. 

Worthy of Song

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Story

Worthy of Song 

When the hammer falls, back our enemy crawls! When the hammer quakes, Orcish cowards’ bones will break! When the hammer cracks, and it beats their armies back! When the hammer’s boom, sends the monsters to their doom! When the hammer falls, when the hammer falls! 

 

“Ye won’t make it.” 

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