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Nights in the Far North

Submitted by Snaerun on November 16th, 2014
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Evening, end of autumn, frost gathers on leaves already, as hearty stew is placed on table, few slices of rye bread, and raspberries jam on a side. Sigrunn wears her hair long and is dressed in long warm dress with apron, her cheeks are red from work around stew pot. Old man was sitting by the table, grey hairs were long and eyes tired, he was sewing his javelin holder, old fingers where working slowly but with accuracy.

 

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Northmen of Firnstayn

Uncle.

Submitted by Damric on August 30th, 2014
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All sorts of people pass through the Prancing Pony.

Twas just blind luck that brought Damric Sarrell into the tavern at the same time as a young girl called Robynwen Alden.

Daughter of Damlan.

Damric was never father material, and neither, it seems, was Damlan, who had abandoned the girl at birth.  Of course, it would be difficult to blame her father as he had only been sixteen years of age at her birth, Still a child himself.  He was frightened, and left the child in good hands; those of her mother and grandparents.

The glory of vengeance

Submitted by Asgaror on October 16th, 2012
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With eyes set to kill

And clothes drenched in blood

With the scent of death and agony

Under the stars of the North

In the midst of night

A deed of vengeance arose

They took from him, his own blood

A son he raised and loved

They took his pride

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