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Sharing tales

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A long eve it was at the Crossway house in Herne. Many tales were shared and many perspectives talked over. Good drinks, with a close friend. 

The Coup

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The night sky was pitch black. The moon looked white, a bright beacon high above in contrast. Far below, the sea breathed and snarled. The swell both a lull into complacence and a defiant beast; a legendary killer of men.

The bonfire's music drowned out all the rest. The fire was built like a tower. Upon the ruin by the sea they had come to, it was like a tower upon a tower. The fire had none of the sky's vastness, none of the sea's indecision. It did not have the woe of the stark, solitary moon.

Curious Dreams

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It was comical to some, how Ryheric would make food disappear. Uncouth gluttony - now you see it, now you don't.

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.

Paying Tribute to the Lost Horses

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Winter, Herne. After all that had happened with Ryheric's chestnut colt Boltin in Rohan, and hearing Tarsorel speak about the ill fate of Grace, it occurred to Ryheric that while Boltin received a proper send-off from Brynleigh of Rohan, none of the other horses lost from his company in the last two years had received proper acknowledgment. Going with his gut, he detoured the group off the road and led them to the river. Small floating shrines were made and set adrift.

Camaraderie

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Aeldiet, Emmawynn, Dandelynn and Ryheric sit and talk about Emmie's past as winter approaches near the Chetwood, Breeland.

Emmawynn, Words Unspoken

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Choices, identity, morals. I have seen you rush through terrain that looked right. Or did it just look normal? Accepted?

You're not going to fit with normal, darling.

Though something I admire is how smooth you make it look on the outside. Your training? A pain for you, a chore? A prison you wish to burst free from? Or is it something you take pride and pleasure in? I have wanted to find out, but I don't think you know the answer yourself, yet. For now, I think it is both. That is why you are purple.

Choices, identity, morals. 

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!*

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