Rhiya

The Cure

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Story

Stalks of grass and flowers alike would have bristled pleasantly to the guiding hand of the early morning breeze. The wind carving its way over the collection of dirt and stone that surrounded Nenuial; where picturesque landscapes had been butchered by the unstoppable ingenuity of man. The river which flowed below an undeterminable King’s feet seemed rather gentle this morn, to Dagramir’s keen eye. The Gondorian stood calm upon the edge of the withering bridge, feet spread evenly to the tune of his shoulders.

A New Normality

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

The balmy elements kindled an aura of steadiness, albeit fleeting, that the Maiden bathed within. Exposed to the scorching beams of sunlight, the tawny pigmentation accumulated more prominently across her nose and cheeks, whilst her skin embraced a healthy glow that had been absent for a time. Leaving the torment and torture of Bree was previously a decision she abhorred, yet as she relished in the seclusion and peace of her own company and convictions, it soon matured to a decision she exceedingly adored.

Fondness and Foolishness

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Story

The Lady never thought that when she woke up that morning, he would be there once more. Of course, there was the underlying hope to which she would internally criticize herself. As she grew older she knew better than to wear her emotions on her sleeves. She thought she had grown colder and perhaps she did.

I'll Be Gone in the Dark.

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Story

*The following piece contains a brief description of self-harm. If this subject matter is something that would trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable, I advise you to proceed no further.*

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Paper Walls

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Story

Blink.

Wooden beams stretched across a floral white expanse of painted framework that lay above Dagramir’s prone body. The contours of the roof hazed its way into his immediate attention as he did his best to return to his mind some form of conscious ability.

Blink.

The Red Ribbon Maiden

Author: 
Miss Rhiya Reeves.

TBC

Bear and Barrel

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Screenshot: General screen

A relatively quiet evening was spent in the company of Rhiya and Jegauer - within the confines of Ashforde's local tavern; conversations and arguments shared over the medium of a fine red to the elder man's liking.

New Perspective

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Story

Between the gentle patter of raindrops dancing against the cloth canopy above him, and the sharpened chill to the air that flowed around him, Dagramir sat unusually attentive one bright afternoon. Winter’s chilly grip upon the land had begun to wane, its attentions diverting elsewhere. A new season was dawning, one of fresh flowers and offspring alike. And, just so, his very own child sat on the ground to his front; knees bent, and attention taken.

Venom

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

The habitual amble to her estate, which she cherished for its tranquil and serene vicnity, had matured to a brisk and bitter march on this particular evening. An untameable vexation annihilating the trial that she used o take her away from her taxing milieu, as a result of the devlish fangs that struck her. Was it an ambush that she deserved? She had never been one to restrict the callous persona that could devour her sense of reason, yet she was stunned by the venom that was project by him.

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