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Outings and a rare few stolen weeks of peace. Though sometimes, malcontent from just a few individuals outside the clan was contagious in the towns. So some time spent afield in nature together was always rejuvenating. This night, Ryheric told several of his friends the tale of Boltin, his chestnut horse, and his demise in the White Mountains. The day Ryheric had met Brynleigh.
They rode and raced through Bree-land during the last days of autumn. Many of the company were new to one another, and it was important chance to familiarise their horses. Also to get a feel of what it would be like to travel together as a team. The day was full of good company and preparation for longer roads.
As Kim sits at their usual table, looking around at all the empty seats she gets lost in her thoughts. She thinks of how she is alone, once again. She knows that they will be back back but then, in that moment, she was alone. The silence filled her ears, no one left in sight. Her daughter missing them just as much as she was so she put on a brave face, not wanting to show how lonely she was. After all, she is the one who left her partner.
My armour be restored and returned, and friend Maynard has done passing fine work. Alas, with every rent and tear that the Breeish smiths repair, I fear its worth and strength be lessened, for there be none in these lands with the craft to fully restore metalwork of such make and quality. Nevertheless, it be all that can be done for this while - mayhap, if I find a smith of rare talent in my travels, it be possible to full restore it yet. But of this I have no expectation, and only a bare hope.
Swan brooch sparkling with shine of the Elbereth's stars
I placed it on the windowsill right after dark
My heart is trembling, help me see if it’s going to break
Even if only the fireflies light the sky like some false stars
And our bond slowly fades into the endless night
I’ll keep on asking “Be close, please” ’til my voice is sore
This Chronicle is all about Deorla adventures and people she encountered that are worth mention. Escaping bounty hunters, selling stolen goods and artifacts, burgling tombs, you name it.