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the death of araenion

Submitted by Steora on September 9th, 2010
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Never trust Gyth ter pick a warrior. I said we should have gone for the leader o' them chetwood lot. He may be as ugly as chewed boot, but he looks like he could last a few years.

But no - Gyth flutters her eyes and waves her hair about, an' picks this bloody lad, face as fair as a maid an' about as effective. Goes by the jaw-cracking wealas name o' Araenion. Or Onion... feh. I dursen't know, by the time we gets to the Bridge Town, whether he's escortin' us north, or whether we'm looking after -him-.

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The King's Man and the Faithful

burnt man and that helm giffer

Submitted by Steora on July 12th, 2010
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All mornin' He has me there in the word-hoard. Questions, over an' over, as if I aint already told Him all I was rememberin'. Least i got a drink of His wine. so now I know what Gyth gets.

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iron band

Submitted by Steora on July 7th, 2010
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Gyth got a snore like a fly .. buzz, buzz, buzz. Only Gyth could make a snore sound like yer wanted to dance. I know where she'll be off come mornin', so I'm gettin' there first.

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copper topped trouble

Submitted by Olwing on June 28th, 2010
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Godrich will continue my work here, as I go northward. I am disappointed with Amlarad's disinterest in what I told him regarding the copper haired lass. Perhaps he was preoccupied with his 'test'. I do not know. I hope that I would put information that affected my land above some test. Perhaps these northerners are too proud to listen to any other than themselves.

Little Birds

Submitted by Azrudaur on June 17th, 2010
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Three little birds. How charming.

My golden-haired Gyth, a little Linnet, a Nightingale. A sweet voice, sweet temper and as temptingly innocent as daisy.

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The King's Man and the Faithful

gift

Submitted by Steora on June 17th, 2010
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Well... I dursn't call that much of a gift. I bin running up an' down... and.. all He gives me is this thing. No more than a bit of iron. When he said he had a gift, a ring ... I thought... about time he showed His gratitude. I aint sayin' i deserve gold ... silver ring would have bin fair. But an iron ring. What bloody use is that? I put it on, had to, with him standing over me with that smile on his face. felt like ... feh. Well... it don't seem right, what it felt like. Think I'll give it ter Gyth. Tell him I lost it.
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ain't happy. no, i aint

Submitted by Steora on June 16th, 2010
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Got m'self all ready to say m'piece. I ain't happy about it all, no I ain't not at all. Haven't seen the others for weeks; Gyth, Wine ... even Bawde. Tho' I wouldn't say I missed Bawde to his sour face. Gyth's bloody Burnt Man is running my arse ragged - first it was all that diggin', now I'm up past the Trestle Bridge seems like every few weeks, running around fer Him like I'm one of his damn servants. Well, I aint! And thats what I was set ter tell Him.
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roast 'em, boil 'em, stick 'em in a stew ...

Submitted by Steora on May 26th, 2010
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a fat coney! And ... a bag of silver pennies! A good day, a fine day, a wit-filled day! I come up over Archet seein' to the snares, and there is the helm-man and three slouchy shady folk. Heh... I dursn't realise he was one o' a gang a theives. They'm standing around, spyin' on the village. Stupid stonelendings, nothin' in Archet worth havin'. Iffen there were ... I'd've sold it back to 'em.
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The King's Man and the Faithful

almost home

Submitted by Steora on March 24th, 2010
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Wine were being a bit odd last night. Him and me, Gyth an' Bawde stayed at the Combe yestereve. beer aint much better than before, mind you. Felt like i was back home at one point ... this man comes in all quiet, thought he were deaf for a while cos he wouldn't say much. then he ups and starts talkin' ... eorl's titties! He was a bloomin' mearc's man! Lucky an' all that he did start talkin' cos I had m' best dice out and was ready to fleece the bloody wealas iffen he'd been daft enough ter play with me.

Cold chicken and burnt man

Submitted by Steora on March 22nd, 2010
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Rode my new horse ter Bree! Feh, stinks as bad as ever, that place. Had ter tell Him what I'd been a'doin' an' give Him what I found. Even if he cleans them up I don' see it being worth much. Still, 'taint fer me to tell Him His business, eh? He jus' looks at me, nodded His head and shoves the lot in a bag. The He says 'what have you seen? who have you met? what did you take? ...' He goes on an' on fer hours, never lettin' me sit down an' never givin' me a drink or nothin'.
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