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Kveltrild

Trading the gem of the south

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Bless my beard! Sir John did show up. A fine deal was made under the fading light of the sun. The gem is now in my possession, lets see what the tinkers make of it...

Allies of Ered Luin meet

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The Loth-i-Lonnath meet with the diplomatic envoys of Durin's Folk Kveltrild and Duinn

Cement Dough Rig

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A diagram of a special rig to transport Baker Amberbraid's special cement dough. It would be a shame if the dwarven dough were to solidify on transport, so this rig was designed to keep the mixture pliable on the road. The crank is turned constantly, so that the barrel is rotated with the aid of flywheels and a supporting frame.

Master Amberbraid: this rig, as it would be specially designed and built just for you, will incur an additional fee, but I hope that with time and with an expanding business, it will pay for itself.

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((My own original artwork, all rights reserved. Biro, Procreate, iPad.

Scavenger of the Ladies Gathering

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Diary

((In a cloth-bound diary, in a guest room of the hall of the Order of the Divine Brew))

 

His poetry was bright with embroidery,
To woo her and never avoid her, he
But when Midarin was hale,
He blamed all this on ale,
And so Zhigi should marry a brewery!

Such were the lopsided lines I sent in response to the lavish poem concerning the color of my hair, and the supposed quality of my heart, by the tailor, Midarin - who later tried to disavow them, citing alcohol and lord Dwalin as the chief perpetrators instead.

Journey into the Barrow downs V - The Coming of the beard

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Story

About an hour went by and still there was no sign nor sound of Threland or the other Bree-landers. It was quiet and dark, the fire was crackling and fed many times it the even went on...

 

A greater fear

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((Written as Awiergan would tell it.))

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