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Bree

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Submitted by Lyfrid on May 27th, 2014
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story
Victorious!  That's how Lyfrid was feeling when Patch confronted Angelnarth after overhearing her accusations of the Man following her to Combe.  Looking like Fancy was about to find himself on the wrong end of Patch's dag
Kinship/Band link: 
Nemesis
Chronicle link: 
Tempering Metal
The Book of Seven: Vol. 637 The West And Onward
Born Wicked

Of Brigands and Dreams

Submitted by Leofrine on May 27th, 2014
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

The yells could be heard echoing through her ears like that roar of a large dragon. The hurried footfalls and clink of armor. She ran through the woodland, her breath labored with each step. The caramel curls streaming across her face as she looked, panic stricken, behind her. 
"Where yah runnin' lassy!" A voice would growl.
"Don't yah wanna play?" Another would bellow.

Chronicle link: 
The Guardian of a Maiden

Works for Cats

Submitted by Lyfrid on May 25th, 2014
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story
Barraden had business in Bree and some of the smaller villages around Bree.  He stopped in the Hunting Lodge, as arranged, to speak with the seer before leaving to travel westward.  Lyfrid expected he would be gone a good long while, she knew where he was going and why.  After all, it was her reading of the runes in answer to his question that sent him west.  Now it was left to her alone to collect the ransom, assuming it was paid.  She had a plan
Kinship/Band link: 
Nemesis
Chronicle link: 
Tempering Metal
The Book of Seven: Vol. 637 The West And Onward
Born Wicked

A Crumpled Notebook: Alliances and Promises

Submitted by Leofrine on May 25th, 2014
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Dearest one, 
The Thane Theodvan exhibits similar traits to The Lord Emion in many many ways...his rise to power seems quickened like the flames of a wild fire. Engulfing everything around it for what he claims tah be the greater good. I know not of his intentions except tah gather many allies so tha" he is followed. He puts his trust in the nobles he allies 'imself with especially The Lord Gerwolf. I pray he knows wha' he is doin'. I trust the Thane though...

Chronicle link: 
The Guardian of a Maiden

A Crumpled Notebook: Allure of a Thane

Submitted by Leofrine on May 25th, 2014
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

(A sloppily written page that looks to be done while riding)

Chronicle link: 
The Guardian of a Maiden

Sister's Embrace

Submitted by Meadowyn on May 21st, 2014
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What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Drawing

Meadowyn embraces her brother within the a glade in the dark of night.

Source: 
I am the artist.
Kinship/Band link: 
Eored of the Wayward
Chronicle link: 
Of Meadred's Sons and Daughters

Life as a Refugee - Meadowyn's Account II: Léafa

Submitted by Meadowyn on May 19th, 2014
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Tale starts from: Life as a Refugee - Meadowyn's Account I: A Wound​

Kinship/Band link: 
Eored of the Wayward
Chronicle link: 
Of Meadred's Sons and Daughters

A Treatise on the Situation, Manners, and Inhabitants of Bree-land

Submitted by Martis on May 17th, 2014
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Official Document

Excerpts from:

A Treatise on the Situation, Manners, and Inhabitants of Bree-land

As writ by Oddvar of the Blue Mountains and Dalton Willow of Bree, T.A. 3015

News/Event link: 
Comb and Wattle Sundays
Chronicle link: 
Chronicles of the Valley of Combe

Brother, O' Foolish Brother

Submitted by Meadowyn on May 17th, 2014
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

It was dusk and Meadowyn could not find her red cloak that she enjoyed to gaze upon. Though it were an insignificant decoration she thought it to be something special, as it was a bit of her home and she grew to treasure such things more as the days passed. She grew frustrated and sought throughout the house to no avail, she doubted that she could have lost it, for she seldom wore it. Then a thought came to her mind. 

Kinship/Band link: 
Eored of the Wayward
Chronicle link: 
Of Meadred's Sons and Daughters

Life as a Refugee - Meadowyn's Account I: A Wound

Submitted by Meadowyn on May 16th, 2014
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Story

I would that I could walk rightly again. I am a limp, a cripple. A shield-maiden of little use who has been cast into fate against her will. We are come to a town named Bree and found ourselves with no home to life, instead we live in a camp, lost. My sisters are mourning and Aegaldred's complaining has done us no good since we have arrived. The town of Bree lingers within our gaze and we haven't a clue how we shall live in their. Aegaldred does not know what to do, but how am I in the right when I do not know either.

Kinship/Band link: 
Eored of the Wayward
Chronicle link: 
Of Meadred's Sons and Daughters

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