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The Forlorn Ranger

Author: 
The sole author of these collected documents and notes is Luithrandir

"The tales of a Ranger, his duties, his oath and endless watch."
 

 

 

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-Part four

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The brass tool poked the logs into the fire to allow it to breathe and become stronger into the freplace, the fire crackeda s if satisfied and burned stronger. The satisfied Hobbit then hanged the poker on the nail that protrudes from the fireplace and turned around victoriously to face his wife, as if he did something hard.

The Torn Journal: Entry III

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

So here I am, Tinnudir after all those years. This place means much to me as this is the only place I really call home. It might be weird for a traveller like me to call 'a town' home but I was born here. Many years passed since I last have seen the Nenuial Lake and walked these paths. Yet I have no time to enjoy it all. We will leave this town in the morning and sail towards the ancient city of Annuminas. So many things to do and not enough time for anything. It makes me sad but I know that someday I will return and settle down in these lands.

The Tales of The Shadow Walkers

Author: 
This chronicle is supervised by: Katrandil, Ornessar, Suoma, Gondorn.

To be edited later.

-Part Three

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The blood was still dripping from his double blades as Galrondor approached the injured bandit whose right arm was missing, he had cut it during the fight earlier, Amdarath's arrow flew by the elf's face and struck another bandit. He had just appeared from behind the tree that the injured man was laying against, the brigand fell dead with a thump, next to his live friend. "Now they are all dead." exclaimed Amdarath as he nocked another arrow and pointed it at the man.

-Part Two

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

-This is most troubling, said Lord Elrond and put the piece of parchment down on his desk, he looked in the eyes of those around him and pushed his hands against the desk to get up. Calmly he walked to the window to look outside, just the moment when a light breeze blew to his face, he closed his eyes and breathed in, thinking, unexpressed. The Elves in the room remained silent, standing upright, their expressions wouldn't betray what was going on in their mind, if they were thinking or not, they just stood there.

-Part One

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The man was walking on the border of the forest in the Northernmost part of North Downs making sure he was unseen. The land was unusually silent, even the birds didn't chirp as they used to do, the tall trees of Nan Amlug West are a home to many birdsand often the forest was filled with their chirping , but not that day. The man went on, his green and brown clothing hid him, making him one with his surroundings.

-Prelude

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Story

The air blew chilly over Weathertop, despite it being a summer day, that night was cold and moonless, the three men stood atop the old watch-tower gazing in the distance. Their watchful gaze was on Naerost, the old landmark just below the watch-tower. Once it seems to have been a great sight, now it's infested with orcs that came to the land, carrying out the foul orders of their master. Two of the three men stood motionless near an old pillar, and the third one sat on fallen part of it, resting his chin in his fist.

H.O.T.R. - WiP

Author: 
Fiontann OOCly

Some Rangers are called to action when a threat arises, will they manage to do their duty and fight back or are they going to perish?

Voice of the Wild

Author: 
This Chronicle is recorded by scribes working for the Grey Repository. OOC it is authored by Glimonasse.

The life and memories of Glimonasse.  Her adventures and the secrets she learned.

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