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Dolendis, Berior en Edhelrim

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Dolendis

Entries related to the life of Dolendis, a wandering Noldorin knight.

Færeld a-fíndan Eard

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An outcast riders journey to find his way back to the mark he loves,
and the culture he never abandoned in his heart.

Færeld a-fíndanEard has moved to www.sperewigend.org

Part two 3: Unexpected information

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Story

The sound of hooves was approaching the farmhouse, getting louder and louder, the rider pulled the reins the moment he reached the door and just the moment his feet landed on the ground the door opened. An old man came out and looked at him angrily.

-You were supposed to be here hours ago, you're late! Your mother will be angry.

A Dark Prophet; V1, B1, C4: Darkness in fire

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Story

Thistlemead rose from his sleeping place in the middle of the field. He could still hear the cries of Greyleaf, whom had been tied to a pole in the exact middle of the camp. ‘He will get us all killed,’ he muttered as he came upon the group that had gathered around one of three campfires, ‘a merchant will be strolling down the road; he’ll hear screaming and call for the militia.’

Leofrynn (as of leaving [[Ost Guruth]])

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Artwork: Drawing

Leofrynn Sperewigend as of leaving Ost Guruth for Evendim to aid the

The Horse and The Rider

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Artwork: Drawing
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I am the artist.

Hildwine, daughter of Hildwulf

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Artwork: Drawing
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Made by grantgoboom on devianart

Lancer Aegaldred

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Artwork: Drawing

Aegaldred participated in the Tournament of Arms.

 

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I am the artist.

Born to Bleed - By Aegaldred

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

How cold the crimson was upon my skin.

How loud the crying that came from my mouth.

How bright the colours that came into my eyes.

How warm the blanket wrapped around my body.

How gentle the sway of her loving cradle.

How soothing the sound of her heart's soft beat.

How beautiful the sound of her calm voice.

Rider of the Riddermark

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Artwork: Drawing

Rider of the Riddermark

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