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Forochel

the peach harvest

Submitted by Olwing on October 26th, 2011
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Every year of my youth I would help with the harvest. Though the work was hard, the break from our routine came like a holiday to my sister and me. Our hands and arms pungent with the scent of the plucked oranges, a mid day meal in the pools of cool shade that were cast by the dusty pines. Olives from our own estate, fresh bread, wine from our own vines. My grandfather's wealth tangible, edible.

And Even Colder Nights

Submitted by Zephuros on October 13th, 2011
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The Vestments of Fem, which I received while working in Angmar, are quite warm in their own right, but I found it wise to bundle up under a few extra layers while exploring the vast tundras of Forochel.  Forunately, the hardy Lossoth produce excellent winter wear, such as my current choice of cloak and scarf.

On a side note, one can't help but be fascinated by the blue-green lights that seem to float like waves thru the night skies over this land of eternal winter...

Winter Wonders

Submitted by Zephuros on October 13th, 2011
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A dangerous and brutal land- even the environment can break you, let alone the local Gauradan and invading Angmarim.  But Forochel is a beautiful land nonetheless.  This northernmost arm of the Blue Mountains, in the western reaches of the region, left me feeling quite small once again.

rough wooing

Submitted by Olwing on October 12th, 2011
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How did I, oathbound, come to this? His mouth searches out mine under the grass-green sky. The pink and green ribbons of light arc above our heads; silent, impassive beauty. The ice in the ink black water flushes pale mint and rose. It seems to me that a different dawn rises over a grassy land far across the bay.

Unsent Letters - IV - Awakening

Submitted by Meiva on August 26th, 2011
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Awakening in the Whiteness of Forochel

 

Do not die…

Not here, not now…

 

Scent of the Forest

Submitted by Olwing on August 24th, 2011
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I walk beside him through the snow by day and I lie alongside him by night. We are seperate, yet in this extremity we become one thing. One hand cares for the other, as the old saying goes.

Another day's toil is done, watching my back, and now he is sleeping. The sound of Amlarad's deep breathing is as familiar to me as my own. In this small hide-covered shelter we are as close as twins in the womb. We are entwined by air. His outbreath becomes my inbreath. We pass the shuttle of breathing between each other, weaving an intangible cloth of ourselves.

Forochel at night

Submitted by Relalas on August 23rd, 2011
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Korkea-Järvi in Summer

Submitted by Piika on July 17th, 2011
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A picture in Piika's room in the cottage in Bree-land. It shows the Korkea-järvi by Kauppa-Kohta in the short summer in Forochel. Her Grandfather drew it for her.

((A picture taken by me in North-Finland, during our short summer. I edited it with Photoshop to give it a comic-style look.))

Sunset over Kauppa Khota

Submitted by Fyxe on June 10th, 2011
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Vixen and Gar watch the sun set over Kauppa Khoti in Forochel.

Status of settlement: Zigilgund. #3018, 3

Submitted by Bregir on March 26th, 2011
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*The letter is in fine dwarven runes, written with a steady and elegant, yet somewhat unpractised hand.*
To Dwalin, lord of Thorin's Halls.

 

Status:

The settlement of Zigilgund is functioning well, and all crucial supplies are in stock or available through trade or hunt. The dwarves are in good health and better spirit, and are coping well with the cold.

The new mine has yet to strike the motherlode, but current excavations are showing signs of precious metals, and some refinement has been commenced. 

News/Event link: 
Mysterious Relics Cause Concern
Kinship/Band link: 
Baruk Khazad

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