Gondor

Knackered Neekerbreeker

The tavern of Knackered Neekerbreeker buzzed with the hum of conversation, but none spoke louder than the old man by the hearth. His voice, raspy and sharp like dry grass, carried above the clatter of mugs and laughter.

Written as part of the unfolding plot of Northern Charter

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Used to the usual mail from friends, and the occasional one from farther off, Guriwen looked at the letter suspiciously at first. It was clearly written in a hand unknown to her and she imagined it, from the almost childlike appearance of the writing. She set it carefully on the table in the hall of her home in the Cape, putting off whatever the news might be, at least temporarily. 

The following is a loose page from a larger journal, belonging to Ren, describing his experiences with the Avorrim, just over a week before the blockade of Dol Amroth by the Heirs of Castamir.

On the 1st of March, TA 3019