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Raggolgrimbob

A long awaited reunion!

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

OOC: The following text is based on the actual IC conversation between Augir and Hanfrere.

Translation of the Khuzdul used:

ibinê             my gem
abanith         my rock (lit stone that is young)
musmasum   little jewel
Mahal           Aulë

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A long awaited reunion!

Further negotiations

What type of content is this?: 
Screenshot: Event screen

Out cold...

What type of content is this?: 
Screenshot: General screen

After celebrating with a mysterious beverage called Ice-wine, the Hammerfists are knocked out cold. Augir drank two small glasses of the very strong and potent liqueur and it was not long before he was feeling very unstable. Hanfrere who just caught a whiff of the blue bottle fumes, felt so dizzy she had to lie down. The other guests, masters Norgi and Bob, politely left after being wise enough not to take more than a sip of the strong stuff from the frozen north.

Raggolgrimbob

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Drawing

A picture of me, singing and playing the lute. ((my own original artwork, all rights reserved.))

Source: 
My own original work, all rights reserved. Procreate on an iPad.

Durin's Folk Lords

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Drawing

A few portraits I managed to scribble out while everyone wasn't looking.

Right to Left, Top to Bottom, the chief officers of Durin's Folk:

Source: 
((My own original artwork, all rights reserved. Done with Procreate on an iPad.))

Of the Journey

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

The dwarves, riders and the elf
Passed under the mountain dark and tall,
Within copper, iron and mithril's glimmer
Hasteful were the steps of the rider.

Down they descended deep into the Mines,
To Moria, the Great Delving of Dwarves
Blade, arrow, axe and the hilt's glitter
They walked as the tunnels darkened ever.

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