Favarth

The Crew

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In a camp in Dunland.

 

Lorgorim versus Aki

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Kazuki crosses her arms and shakes her head, "You pay me to protect, not to sleep in an overly cramp tent. Besides, someone needs to stay outside and sit watch and well, that does fit into my job description." Roystan folds his arms, nodding as he concedes on the argument: "You call yourself protector, but how are to know what you say is truth?" He would flash a smile, playful for the first time in a long time. He gestures to Lorgorim: "Why not spar this Dwarf.

A Song for Dyrus

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Tall he was, standing at 6ft2” with thick, lithe muscles to match, giving him a toned, athletic appearance. A mop of curled, sandy blonde hair rested lightly on his head, often in a slightly dishevelled, careless manner, yet somehow the slightly scruffy aspect made it look all the more attractive. Bright blue eyes the colour of a deep forest pool centred his face which was dominated by two large, poignant cheek bones. In all, one could consider that he was quiet the handsome man.

The Fools and the Damned

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I need not tell you just how many fools exist in the world. They are numerous. Everywhere I look I see another fool. Take my little pet Tygus for example. He was foolish enough to think he could take Redain on his own. Little Caspier Redain who caused me so much trouble. "The best slaver" as they used to call her. They were right. She was good. Was being the operative word. Still, she is not good now. Crazy foolish wench that she is. Tygus took her and lost her and got himself mutilated by that Favarth fool in the process.

Asleep

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Happiness lies in moments.

Ahn'nai's Journal - Changes

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Diary

I have not written in a long time and for that I beg your forgiveness. So many things have happened to me all at once that I scarcely know where to begin. Never did I imagine a simple visit to a town of Men would lead to changes that have so completely and utterly transformed my life as to make it unrecognizable. How do I begin to explain?

Of Favarth and Waldera - I

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This is a story about love, or call it a love story if you like. 

Waldera walked into the Inn of the Prancing Pony in her usual manner, craving for a warm cup of tea. She had had a day full of readings and was a bit weary of the shallow small talks of the small minded patrons of the inn. She waved kindly at the barmaid and gestured for a cup of tea in the white tea cup which she always prefers.

Bard-smith's Journal Entry1: Writing

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Diary

Entry 1: Writing

 

It has taken me many moons to learn, but I can now read and write without any aid. I am starting this journal with hopes that it would help me clear my mind...

 

After the Letter

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After reading the hobbit's letter, Waldera laughed airily and left the paper aside. Her sweet  laughter echoed through the stairs and the corridor as she walked out of the room. 

A Letter

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((A letter written with a neat handwriting, on a page stripped from a notebook.))

Dear Miss Waldera,

 

Today I came across a most unusual event. A creepy, dangerously thin and very sulky man called Favarth -or this is how he himself anyway- claimed to have your very hand in marriage! Could you believe that! Of course I did not believe in such a tale. This queer man, goodness knows where he finds such courage, is telling lies to everyone about you, thus lowering your esteemed reputation amongst the highest value maidens in Bree!

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