lost ones

A Conversation with a Wolf

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Syllea smiled as her wolf slowly walked up to her. She sat in the tall grasses surrounding her tree. It was chilly and so she dressed warmly, pulling her robe tighter as he slowly trotted up to greet her.

Her hair blew into her face as a chilly gust rustled the trees. The teen girl chuckled and tried to hide a shiver, not wanting Sigurd to fuss over her.

"Hello, my friend." She spoke softly.

Rancorous

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The corpse of a Black Numenorean lieutenant laid at her feet. Blood puddled around her, on the cold steel floor of the infirmary. Walking in for a regular inspection, she had overheard one guard speaking in disgust over her half-Nurnhoth heritage. That simply could not stand. She did not let it stand. She grinned, fire in her eyes as she looked upon to the other soldiers in the room.

 

Family

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Eira's mother was alive.

Eira's mother was here.

Eira's mother loved her.

Eira's mother was happy that she had abandoned Mordor.

Eira awoke from her sleep in Nimraph's arms. Adjusting herself a bit, cuddling closer to him, Eira looked back on her emotionally charged yesterday. She had opened up to Egfor and his mother, Gwawrr, about some of the painful parts of her life in Gorgoroth. Then when they returned to Demlemoth's Estate, she was startled by the sudden appearance of her mother.

Slipping

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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…

Lost Ones and perhaps now found.

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This chronicle is over seen by officers of Lost Ones

A chronicle of many of the day-to-day happenings of the Estate of the Lost Ones and those affiliated to the kin in any way. 

Trust

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After the story was told, Demlemoth leaned back in his chair, "I am asking you to trust me in my ability to protect us all no matter what happens in the future. Can you try?"

Missive from Rohan

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“What do you mean it is my turn? I just finished my turn.”


“Unc Demdem, you turn cause rule say you turn,” Rosie said, placing her hands on her hips a sure imitation of her mother scolding a patient.

There Is Another

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Eira had been shocked when Demlemoth told her of a shocking intel: her father, Aglarzor, had a son.

 

A Lot to Take In...

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Eira takes time to process her emotions surrounded the recent exposure of her father's true past from Demlemoth…

Learning

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In an undisclosed location, a young woman burries herself in books and knowledge, learning everything she must to forge herself anew...

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