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The Return of Fáfnir

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

"An inspiring tale, (for one told  while half drunk on ale). But am I really the only one to doubt the likeliness of these strange events?"

Dexto Hops Puddlefoot, proud owner of the Toppled Turtle Tavern.

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"The Return of Fáfnir" 

Bree-land and Khaki (Song)

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Khaki. Click here to listen
A song of peaceful, civilised beauty with a thin layer of sickness.

Of Bree-land

The Solitary Hunter (Atharann's Song)

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Click here to listen.

Ryheric's theme for Atharann, the ranger who had experienced hardships, death, loss and fuel for violence and war throughout his long life.

Often, Atharann was separated from the group and operated alone. Ryheric often wondered about him during those times.

(( This is an orchestrated soundtrack piece. Ryheric's original lute piece is represented by the sound of the guitar.))

A Nightingale's Face

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Photograph

A picture very close to what I imagined her to be.

Source: 
Artbreeder, with further editing from myself

Dance of Spring

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Dance for the fire,
The glow of warmth!
Dance for the breeze
Bringing rains from the north!

Dance for the grass;
For the green of the hills!
Dance for the sun;
The warming of chills!

Dance for the lilies
The gems of the forest!
Dance for the frogs;
For their sweet little chorus!

Out of the Inn

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Do you spread joy, or seek to annoy?

Diddle-liddle-dee! My, you are free!

Tick of the clock or click of the tongue?

Tick-click-tock! Just a bit of fun!

 

Sweet as nectar, nay, you are better!

Diddle-liddle-dee! Fly off like a bee!

Stomp of the foot or beat of a drum?

Songs of the Nightingale

Author: 

A simple collection of songs and/or poetry from the gentle bard, known as the Nightingale or Eiragerd.

Matravers and his Fiddle

What type of content is this?: 
Screenshot: General screen

A portrait of Theinryd Matravers, armed with his prized possession. 

Recollections #1: The Men of Bree

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

My father would be rolling in his bed if he knew where I was and what I am doing now.  After our departure from our family homestead outside of Archet, my father and I settled in with my brother and his family in Bree. I miss the farm and the homestead, my father toiling in the soil and me helping him worok nearby with the farmhands. I miss the long field of flowers that I would pick through, now burned.

Chant of the Wind

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

From fair free lands, from far froathy waters - wreathing, rounding rocks - the wayward wind comes a-writhing

 

From dankest dells, from dim deeps - drowneds’ dusky dwelling - it’s shadow spins a solemn story, now screaming shrilly, now sleeping soundly

 

”Come o wanderer-wind, come tell thine thrilling tidings!”

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