Treasure

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OOC: This piece will be split up into parts, as I, as the author, believe that keeping such a set of information to take in and IC knowledge to learn about certain characters and events should be arrayed across different parts, in order to retain an easier form of reading, and hopefully interest.

The Finding Of Fhlynn

By a True Father

Chapter Two - A memory best kept silent

The Finding of Fhlynn

By A true father.

Chapter One - Death and a true family?

Chapter Five: The Flames of Memory

It had been many years, since Garmorn had felt like this - So shocked, so powerless in the face of events. His younger brother, with emphasis on "younger", had the strength and willpower to offend him, so deeply that he might wonder if this had been some form of curse from Mahal, or a dream - A memory of the past, of his previous pain, and of the dark torture that took place nigh thirteen years ago, relative to the time that this tale is noting.

OOC note: This adventure will serve as a log for the duration of the time we are on the road. It will likely remain unfinished until the event is complete and we are back home in Bree. I plan to update it after every night of RP. Please also note that this is strictly for OOC reference, and this does not exist ICly. Its main purpose is to serve as a catchup guide for anyone who may have missed a day previously, or to simply review what happened the night before.

Day 1; 28/3/14:

It was still raining and the sky was beginning darken. The group now walked a few paces South of Bree before they turned right and went West towards the Barrows. They conversed as they went. They spoke about the Barrows and what they may just find there, this only made Eofeole's confidence rise like a bright sun in a clear summer's morning.

Eofeole had a long sleep in his little camp outside of Bree that night. He awoke when the sun was already warm in the sky and little drops of rain began to start falling down on his face. He raised his hood and smiled at the weather before fixing his spears and his shield to his back. He walked into Bree from the West Gate at a great pace, by now the rain was falling down harder and he was getting soaked among with all the other townsfolk who were out in the rain. He walked to the Prancing Pony  where he had a quick word with the friendly Barkeep, Barliman Butterbur.