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The Past until the Present

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It's recorded by Ted Holly. OOC it is authored by myself.

The past of the Holly family in their farmstead North of Trestlebridge.

Entry #3: Hope and Doubt

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Dearest Diary,

How much I do love thee. So much. So very, very much. Well, not really, but I figure if I'm going to continue calling you “Dear,” I should at least occasionally add a little sweet-talk. Or not.

In truth, I don't have much to say today. Merely a few hopes, concerns, doubts, and fears. Normally I could keep them to myself, but it can't hurt to write them down, document them. Can it?

Setteling in

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

So it now have been some time since we, The Bloody Dawn brought my wife home from Ost Guruth, when I saw her in the bed there I felt a relief, she was alive still, I hurried to her and kissed her, it have been a long time since I was able to do so. She smiled with a faint smile to me and we talked for a few moments before she introduced me to our daughter, Alaya. I felt the blood rushing to my head when she said that.

The Meeting of His Ranger's Friend Part 1

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Story
A lovely night at the region of Bree, yet not too Urudagnir for he must set travel to meet his new ranger's friend, his name is not yet known to Uru, but he believes that this ranger would be a good friend. Before it, he made a very cautious preparations, making sure that nothing is left behind, and faithfully he didn't forget anything. Few hours have passed he walks along the road heading to the West-Gate of Bree.

Smiling

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Screenshot: General screen

What's this? A smile? My, my what a rare sight!

Alone at Last

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Screenshot: Event screen

Carvireth resting on the balcony of the Last Homely House.

The stars were shining brightly and the cool breeze had fallen over her face.

Sometimes, she was her own friend.

Sometimes, she was the only one that could understand herself.

In solitude she had found peace.

Less can be more, and small can be beautiful...

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Less can be more, and small can be beautiful

Isessë - In Snow (Quenya)

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Poetry















Calima laurë ar ninquë telpë calarcalinassë;
ve rilma sílar i marill' orello!

Bright gold and pallid silver in the lamplight;
like glitter shimmers the crystals from above!

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