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Shock

Certainty

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The pale green eyes set in his head glance up towards the stars. It’s so cold, he thinks. There’s a warmth, like warm water being poured over his shoulder, forehead and chest. Some of this warmth trickles out of his mouth from the corner of his lip. Slumped against the house of an acquaintance he had promised to watch over, his legs lay sprawled out and his mind uncertain how long exactly it took to crawl from where he fell to where he now is.

Without A Trace

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

"Am I...blind?" 

She knew she was opening and closing her eyes, but she could see nothing. No light. The ground was hard and chilled her aching body. She could hear nothing. Perhaps it was a dream. After all, she could remember nothing of how she came to be here, laying on what she assumed to be stone. 

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-93, Poem One: The Shocked

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

“How can it be? For my love to die?

How can it be? And all I can do is mournfully sigh. 

I would have climbed a great hill or fend off many a shrew,

The Weeping Hobbit, Poetry From 1388-92

Author: 
Dorso Bracegirdle.

A compilation of poems, written during the period of Dorso's life where he was mourning for the deaths of his wife - Heather Chubbs, and his son - Teddy Bracegirdle. This book has a number of poems - each dealing with a different section of grief that Dorso has experienced.

Nineteenth Devotion - Something Unlike of Minyelaírë

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Sorrow. Woe and Sorrow. I did not know how to respond once I heard the news that Vardarianna had been captured.
"WHAT?!" I yelled, my voice carrying over the passages of Tâl Bruinen, I shook my head in anger, "B-but how?!"
Minyelaire did not respond, instead staring at me, intently yet...-
A sight which I was never prepared for took hold of my thoughts. In Horror and shock, I watched, as the proud Kinn-lai Huntress folded herself in defeat before me, sobbing hysterically, vulnerable, exposed, and defeated.

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