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Bree

Daigan's book, entry '2'.

Submitted by Daigan on February 25th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
''Night is falling, so I can only write untill the light dims. They got me past those highwaymen with fair ease, but I can still hear them scream as my guardians fell them with their blades. It was quite a horrifying sound. We've reached the borders of Rhovanion. I am little aware of how we got here this fast as I did not have time to pay attention to where we were headed, but today they told me where we were. None of them have told me their names, though all six of them seem equally skilled with blade and bow. I wonder if they work for the same people as I do?

Daigan's book, entry '1'.

Submitted by Daigan on February 25th, 2010
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Diary
''Today I woke up with a terrible headache. Did I have another one of my nightmares? I don't know... They seem so real lately.. Perhaps they are trying to tell me something. I found another letter, slipped underneath my door. I recognized the seal immediately, would I have to leave once more? It was a dark red, wax seal. The image displayed in the wax was that of two swords crossing one another, with an eagle behind it spreading It's wings. Did he enjoy his power? Does he abuse it? He has no care for our own physical and weary state. Why would he, we're his puppets after all.

Of Family, continued.

Submitted by Joy on February 10th, 2010
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Story

Perhaps it was the sheer length of time she had spent here, or rather; the amount she had spent pouring over endless repetitive entries in numerous binds; but these four walls had started to encroach, in a rather annoying fashion.

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Butterbur's Staff

Father and Daughter

Submitted by Gwenbur on January 11th, 2010
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Gwenbur spends some much-loved quality time with her father, Erolamir.

The Death of Ada.

Submitted by Joy on January 7th, 2010
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Story

The gentle cawing of birds sifted through the open pane. The scent of a spring morn and grass clearing the dust and cobwebs. Joy awoke as the breeze drifted across her skin, raising her head from the table which had left its grain upon her cheek. The house was relatively still, which she was thankful of; it meant she had not overslept, or so the thoughts told her as they ran about her still sleep ridden mind. She was exhausted but she was able to find the effort to raise herself from her chair and wander over toward the bedroom.

Kinship/Band link: 
Butterbur's Staff

The Waking Dream.

Submitted by Rhoana on January 7th, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual
The lights had appeared in the night sky, they glistened upon stone, rock, ice and snow; the tiniest speckled reflection of light beneath a blanket of shimmering colour. The air was more than bitter and whistled its way through the boughs of the forest in which a couple strode through silently. Their steps were slow and cumbersome, upon their feet were thatched frames to ease their footing and spread their weight. They spoke in hushed murmurs as they reached a wide and out-stretched plateau, thick with snow. A frozen lake lay beneath it, freshly covered with the latest of the snowfall.
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The Lossoth

Cuddle?

Submitted by Gwenbur on January 7th, 2010
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Gwenbur reaches out her arms, eyes closed, wishing for a cuddle.

A Helping Hand

Submitted by Gwenbur on January 4th, 2010
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Since the recent attacks and murder in Bree, Gwenbur offers her help in keeping the town safe. Her dear friend Ferabor patrols the paths, she joins him one night. "I wish to help all I can, friend. If the Defenders ever need assistance, do not hesitate to ask me.", she says to him smiling.

The Arrival

Submitted by Keiya on December 30th, 2009
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Story
The sun had set over yonder, behind darkened clefts and ruin, birds quietened and the breeze fell still, the sound of the stream trickeling over the old way road glimmered under the light of star and moon.

The Bearing of Gifts.

Submitted by Joy on December 1st, 2009
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The Wedding of Joy Roseberry and Drandr of Rhovanion.
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Butterbur's Staff

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