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Chronicles of Gwenbur: Entry 7; The Death of Telfaras

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Diary

There are countless stains on the page where ink has smudged, possibly from tears. The writing seems hurried and clumsy.

This cannot be! It cannot! I received a letter that I have dreaded receiving ever since he left for Mirkwood. My beloved, beautiful, wonderful husband. He is no more... To even write these words, I feel pain within my heart. I never, ever thought I would see the day where I would have to deal with his death. Never. Please say it is not so!

Story of a Man and his wife

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Story
Once there was a dwarf, a boastful dwarf. He spent his days fighting, and the nights boasting about it in inns. One night, he was in an inn, and noticed a man in the corner, who was crying. "What is the matter, Master Man? Enjoy yourself!" the dwarf cried, and the man looked at him with tearful eyes. "How can I enjoy myself when I am so far from my wife, and she might be dead, but the journey home is so dangerous."

Life and Death, week 3.

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Diary
The third week into my first mission.. and it isn't going well... we turned back a few days ago and started making our way to the river Poros... but we have had to slowly turn left because of small skirmished with random groups of Haradrim and several ambushes, we've had one death this week, leaving nineteen of us left, our company seems to be diminishing by the day. The mosquitoes here are dreadful... I've felt more pain because of them than the Haradrim.... We will hopefulyl cross the river tomorrow and make our way back Hastily to Minas Tirith....

Life and Death, week 2.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
It seems I made it through last week... luckily enough not even injured.... There have been complications that we did not expect and we have had to delve deeper into Haradrim territory, we stand on the brink of destruction. Death is just one uncareful step away. If we lose it now, we might just as well never go back to Minas Tirith. But... if theres life theres hope. five more men dead this week.... there are twenty left of us now. The shadow in my heart is still growing and the world is darkening in my eyes... what is wrong with me?

Life and Death, week 1.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
The first page of this book... my first mission, the first week has already been past... me and the other men are now at a camp, just south of the river Poros... GOndor has been skirmishing with the Haradrim lately we we're sent to reinforce the borders.. but we've been somehow taken in Haradrim land... I'm on first watch tonight, to make sure no-one decides to slip a dagger in between our ribs.

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