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Sicarra

Growing Roots

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Some goodbyes felt like they took ongoing tolls. Long after the person was out of sight. Left behind, or gone away on the horizon. Or simply parted ways from. In bad blood, or in the best of circumstances.

Ryheric knew it was more than just a person, or even two people, or three. It was more than fifty.

It was hundreds. What had happened to the people at the Hamlet was a weight for him to carry. The weight went deeper, and further back. Some memories were not yet safe to revisit.

Pranking Sicarra

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Sicarra was sad. Many might dismiss the girl as always sad, but Ryheric knew better. He had known the wayward Dunlending girl for some time now. Longer than Emmie, Eirik or Brynleigh. Sicarra was both responsive and reclusive. Ryheric did not care too much for the words that day. He only knew Sicarra was often left confused, not knowing when, where or how to act with the troubled Gondorian man who, at that time, was the object of her affection. Ryheric knew exactly what that was like. So, he took her to the top of Waterfall Mountain.

Sicarra's Tale

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Sicarra had been brought to Herne, and Ryheric had been entrusted to hear out her tale, in full. He had known the girl for quite some months, and yet he had never realised the depth or extent of what she had suffered until that day. How long she had spent in private, silent agony. Fearing every day, for love and absence of her taken daughter, Salin. How alone she had felt as a foreign girl in Bree. Not only foreign, but deaf, and with a supportive friend who had betrayed her in the worst way. No wonder the girl was so desperately open.

Party in the Ladies' House

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Dandelynn was sad. Ryheric had never known her to be melancholy before, or lonely like that. It called for some wild, drunken revelry fit for lifting a barmaid's spirits. Dandy partook of course, plenty of booze drunk. The dining table broken. Eirik later crashing into the pantry from a "sleigh" ride down the stairs. There was music, raucous laughter, plenty of food and drink ... and an absolutely trashed house strewn with hungover bodies by the end of it. Just as it should be. The most important part was that Dandy's cheer was returned to her in the end.

A Moment of Warg Corpse Romance

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There they were, crushed in together at last.

Close proximity in a stolen moment beside the warm furs of the warg -- still warm from the creature's life being fresh taken.

There was pain. There was adrenaline. Both hearts were racing and the hapless warg's heart was brought to a standstill.

Ryheric crushed himself in, vehemently close to his companion, who was crushed by the weight of the huge warg the size of three horses above them. Blanketing them with the assurance of secure deadweight.

Tavern Dancing

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After discovering that Emmawynn found Bree to be full of sad people, Lane took the girls of NOF on a barhopping trip in Bree to show them the normal and happy side of the city. Several of the guys crashed the trip, including the Dark Bard, and they all ended up in her favorite tavern, the seedy smuggler's bar called the Spotless Note, where her protégée Maxim and a few other smugglers and other likely criminal figures engaged the group in dancing.

"The Sleigh"

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*The table was broken in the drunken debauchery. A great slab of it was carried up the stairs where Ryheric gathered his companions to board it. Eirik prepared to push them down.

All of them drunk and enjoying a moment of revelry and folly for thrill and life!*

The Blades of the Southron

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Tarsorel heard the word shouted in the inns common room and his blood ran cold.  "Quawha!"  He did not know what the word meant. But he knew from where it came.  It was. Southron language, either Harradric or close enough so as to make no difference.  The old soldiers eyes locked onto the source of the word and found a young, olive skinned woman dressed in simple clothes. Yet his eyes were drawn to the large curved blade worn on her back. The blade of a Southron.  

Drunken Shenanigans

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Whiskey. Wine. Ale. Tankard after tankard. Flask. Bottle.

How much did they have to drink? It was a blur, but that was alright.

It was time to rest and revel after the long, violent, unspoken journey Ryheric had taken to Rohan.

Emmie was in on the drinking. So was Sicarra. Tarsorel was buying. It was going to be a night of mischief, mayhem and reckless shenanigans!

Ambiguous

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Ambiguous  Adjective

1: open to or having several possible meanings or interpretations

2: of doubtful or uncertain nature; difficult to comprehend, distinguish, or classify

3: lacking clearness or definiteness


The intoxicating smell of frankincense lay heavy in the air and her skin shone with the light of numerous candles placed around the silk and velvet drenched, windowless room. It was peaceful, relaxing, and the oils rubbed slowly into her skin were soothing her aching muscles as she lay upon her stomach.

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