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Yarassi

Unexpected meetings

Submitted by Sairona on February 24th, 2017
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Found:

1 large tome - bound with thick leather. Faded. Still in good repair.

1 gem encrusted silver chalice,

 

Nan Dhelu went quite well for me, I must say!

Dust and Sand

Submitted by Sairona on February 12th, 2017
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Found:

A strange sigil - Ancient. Eroded. Part of a whole?

Broken pick - owner presumably dead.

Sapphire ring - Can't be more than fifteen years old. Worth selling on.

 

A meeting of old and new friends

Submitted by Denholm on May 22nd, 2013
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As night falls over Snowbourn, Denholm, Ileen and their new acqaintance Hringwulf are happily chatting and enjoying the cool air. Suddenly Yarassi, an old friend of Ileen and Denholm, emerges from the shadows... but not everything is as it seems...

Kinship/Band link: 
Riders of the Riddermark
Chronicle link: 
Riders of the Riddermark Chronicle

Riders in the snow

Submitted by Denholm on May 22nd, 2013
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Some of the Riders in the winterly fields of Rohan. Also featuring a pet wolf and a curious moose.

Kinship/Band link: 
Riders of the Riddermark
Chronicle link: 
Riders of the Riddermark Chronicle

Lost amongst splendor

Submitted by Flannery on November 29th, 2010
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 *She props her chin in her palm, her elbow square upon the long rich oaken table littered with tankards, her free hand occasionally stroking the head of her sleeping son  who lays warmly against her chest within an ornate sling.  Taking ink and quill, she begins to write in her cloth bound book*

The path divided

Submitted by Flannery on March 18th, 2010
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Bree..A murky pool where words are twisted akin to a dagger in the belly. Gossips, liars, jealous vindictive men and women who wish nothing more than to sow seeds of doubt. The town is full of such people, their lives worth so little, they take their hate and frustrations out on any they might wish to harm. I tire of its people, cold, callous, though that is a lie, for there are a few bright lights amongst the grey.

For my child

Submitted by Flannery on March 13th, 2010
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*Flannery sits fully upon the bed, her back cushioned with deep duck down pillows and her knees drawn up. A simple book bound in olive green cloth, it's pages of cream parchment roughly cut, lays open upon her lap. Looking about the room a moment, she breathes out slowly and with a quill starts to scratch words to parchment.*

My darling child,

The fall of the Shadowbow

Submitted by Yarassi on January 21st, 2010
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No warning did either of them feel. Not a scent upon the wind, nor a sound carried to their ears. A well weathered day with a light breeze seemed the perfect conditions for a walk. Ciruil seemed in good spirits too, something he had been more and more of late. Yarassi walked beside him, listening intently as they talked of much on their stroll. They talked of his leaving of the Greenwood, and the folly of those wishing to rush upon the lands they both know well. It was during this warming and gentle conversation that the first arrow struck.
Kinship/Band link: 
Riders of the Riddermark

Faeger's Notes - A meeting of the Eored.

Submitted by Faeger on August 13th, 2009
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A congregation of Sperewigends, for the most part...alongside that of Lord Ehris Tiubar. It has been sometime since I gathered like this amongst my fellow kinsmen and women, and I have to say...I found it daunting. Most unlike myself.
Kinship/Band link: 
Riders of the Riddermark

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