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Bree

Strumming Away

Submitted by Gwenbur on June 17th, 2010
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Gwenbur enjoys playing the lute, but ceased playing after Telfaras' demise. She has recently took up playing again, showing that she, indeed, is feeling more at peace.

Merriment of Friends

Submitted by Gwenbur on June 12th, 2010
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Gwenbur and Zelderan dance to lively music being played in The Prancing Pony inn, Bree.

(An untidy scribble): Siward's Diary, Entry 1

Submitted by Siward on June 9th, 2010
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I don't recognise myself anymore, I said, as I lifted the by now familiar and comforting hood from my face, I don't even know why I bother to wear it anymore, simple matter of habit... the fact that when I first came here I'd no wish to be seen or heard of. I don't recognise myself, these black robes, a coil of thin wire tucked away in my cloak, the daggers, the poison, lock-picks... the tools of my trade.

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Ardaede Carleasnes

Pages of a Diary IV

Submitted by Kuzgun on June 2nd, 2010
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Another beautiful starry night in Bree…

Sitting on this roof and watching people passing by in their daily hustle. It has been nearly more than a month already after I ran away from home and as I thought they never think about searching me before their noses. *Kuzgun smirks to herself* Thanks to festival, there is a huge crowd and had chance to gain some extra coins apart from delivering messages. But I know I had to collect some more money and move on my way soon.

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The Silver Blades

Looking Out

Submitted by Gwenbur on April 19th, 2010
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Gwenbur looks out at the lands of Bree on a lovely, sunny day.

A Pleasant View

Submitted by Gwenbur on April 19th, 2010
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After experiencing the horrors in what once was Greenwood the Great, Gwenbur finds the town of Bree and its views a pleasant change.

In the Pony

Submitted by Gwenbur on April 19th, 2010
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Gwenbur rests in the Prancing Pony upon her return from Mirkwood.

On the way to Bree

Submitted by Paganita on April 15th, 2010
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It was an ordinary shiny day in Shire. I was working on farmlands as usual. There are generally lots of people working on Shire farmlands from different nationalities. Because Shire has the best soil to farm. Whatever, I saw an elf talking with a group of hobbit and men next to workbench. He was showing them a receipt and saying that it is the best cook ever. First time in my life I was very happy to be a burgler. But of course I didn't burgle his receipt I just wanted to see. Sneaky I went close to him and noted down to a parchment I have. Here you can see

Daigan's book, entry '101'

Submitted by Daigan on April 14th, 2010
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''And the truth always comes to light.. I never decided to give it any attention in my writing, but they finally pushed it to the limit. And here I thought Drevorin was my only enemy, but alas, I had to find it much closer. Ilaru has finally shown to what harlot she has turned into. A heartless shrew she has now become, trying to feed this into Blodwynn's mind. Empty promises are made, about protecting Blodwynn, making sure Drevorin will not show up anymore.. Who are they kidding? Themselves? She's a fool and thinks she has outgrown her mangled being, but she hasn't.

The Dress.

Submitted by Joy on March 18th, 2010
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It was closely coming round to that time of year. The heat of the sun finally piercing the frost of the morning and encouraging flowers to blossom and leaves to grow. The home had remained almost the same, except for the traces of Drandr dotted hither and thither. He had left that morning to run a few errands, and with the thud of the door closing; the house cast within itself a shadow and a feeling of cold. Emptiness.

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Butterbur's Staff

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