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Brigands

Old Fool

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It was a convoluted tale. He felt shame and guilt all the same. And now he would commit it all to paper, so he could think and think about what he could have done differently. What he could do now. 

 

In Her Thoughts...

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Estarfin, whatever happens, know I will never choose to leave you. Others have suffered such fears as I, but I am of an old and high blood line. I shall not quail. Be safe, meldanya. Be cunning. Perhaps even open your thoughts to me, rather than shutting yourself away? I know that is asking much of you at this time, but I can do no other. 

Rumours at Oatbarton

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So there they were, after quite a long ride, taking a small rest in the village of Oatbarton. 

"At least we can stock up a bit on food and water." Lithea said, not as much thinking of her lack of lunch as what they would eat in the coming days. Evendim lay before them, and it was better known fer its tomb robbers than for its hospitality. 

They pulled up their ponies at Bob Proudfoots place. He was known to Tolbold as being a trustworthy fellow. 

Searching around Duillond.

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She arrived at Duillond to find a group of guards having recently returned. "What news?" she asked the one who acted in charge.

The fair haired son of the Falas raised his head. There was blood on his thick leather gloves.

"And you are?"

"Yrill of Eregion, now staying at Numenstaya. I rode after hearing your Captains request for help. I appear to have two missing friends, so this matter is of personal concern."

First Reactions

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Mirdanel took her hand and grasped it reassuringly, with unexpected strength. She had always wondered at how an elleth with such small hands could forge as well as she did. But then for a Mirdan, small hands were a benefit. Istuil had seen the Lady work on larger items too. Though she did not have the strength…nor the skills of a metal-smith, Mirdanel was far stronger than she looked. 

The Alumni

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The masked man stared long at the one across the table from him, some years ago. He slowly lifted his head off of the high back of his chair. The horrible voice he owned, damn nearing cacophonous and venomous as it always was, questioned, “Have you lost faith…my eldest of advocates? Do you question my sanity…or have you forgotten the need to see this chaos rise aflame?”
 

No Surrender?

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It was not in my nature to surrender. I do not recall ever having the need. The men surrounding Parnard and I numbered no more than just over twenty. A motley and undisciplined bunch they were, save the Rohir. I tried to move in his direction, to take him down swiftly. 

Seven Deaths

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Whispers reminisced of a rumored night in the years past. This one was both like and unlike other nights. The air was cool and the sky was clear of clouds. The trees coalesced around a camp of men, not as large as it stood in its full glory, but substantial in size regardless. A cry came out in the night, as it often did, and though normally caused by stains of red, this time it came organically through only frustration.

Much Improved

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Barahirn managed a smile. It was still a bit one sided, but it felt good to him. Danel had finally permitted him to look in a mirror. No more yellow bruises, he could clearly see that. That had been what everyone mentioned when they first saw him.

"Oh, the bruises! Well, they will fade."

He smiled again. No one had wanted to say 'You look terrible', but he had known he did, he felt he did. 

Filignil of Himlad

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Filignil arrives back in Numenstaya, horrified by the damage done. She is welcomed warmly, the others more glad that she is alive than curious concerning where she has been. An explanation to Danel can come later.

The Huntress immediately throws herself into her original role of Housekeeper, and tries to help by providing what food she can. Then she will join in with the trench digging. 

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