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The Third Wind – Part Two – Assault in the Wilds of Dunland

Submitted by Yorva on July 6th, 2020
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Night has fallen and on the hilltop among thick trees the camp lies in conniving silence. Watchmen walk the perimeter of the grounds, unseen, while the wounded lie in well earned rest. There is a thick cloth covering around the woman’s hip, a shimmer of light red in the dark, as her breast heaves in troubled feverish dream. Tuilinneth in her hand clutches the arrowhead, removed from her flesh mere hours earlier.

Chronicle link: 
The Passing of the Grey Company

From the Far West They Came

Submitted by Yorva on June 21st, 2020
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A likeness of Tuilinneth after her stay in The Icebay and as she would appear during her journey east during the years span of T.A. 3018, 3019.  Also pictured: The woods of Annundir.

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Camp life

Submitted by Turchiron on September 30th, 2017
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"When the kingdom ended the Dúnedain passed into the shadows and became a secret and wandering people, and their deeds and labours were seldom sung or recorded. Little is now remembered of them since Elrond departed...." (Lord of the Rings, Appendix A)

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Entering Esteldín

Submitted by Turchiron on September 30th, 2017
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" ...the Dúnedain of the North, ........a strange people wandering secretly in the wild, and other men knew not their homes nor the purpose of their journeys, and save in Imladris, in the House of Elrond, their ancestry was forgotten." (Silmarillion, Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age)

Vigil over Bree-town

Submitted by Turchiron on September 30th, 2017
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In those days no other Men had settled dwellings so far west, or within a hundred leagues of the Shire. But in the wild lands beyond Bree there were mysterious wanderers. The Bree-folk called them Rangers, and knew nothing of their origin. They were taller and darker than the Men of Bree and were believed to have strange powers of sight and hearing, to and understand the languages of beasts and birds. They roamed at will southwards, and eastwards even as far as the Misty Mountains; but they were now few and rarely seen.

Vigil over the Shire.

Submitted by Turchiron on September 11th, 2017
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"Forty leagues it stretched from the Far Downs to the Brandywine Bridge, and fifty from the northern moors to the marshes in the south. The Hobbits named it the Shire, as the region of the authority of their Thain, and a district of well-ordered business; and there in that pleasant corner of the world they plied their well-ordered business of living, and they heeded less and less the world outside where dark things moved, until they came to think that peace and plenty were the rule in Middle-earth and the right of all sensible folk.

Arrival in the City.

Submitted by Turchiron on September 9th, 2017
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The Rangers arrive in Annúminas from Tol Calen.

Time to move!

Submitted by Fiontann on July 28th, 2017
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The man finally reached Esteldin on foot, he lost about five hours playing hide and seek with the orcs and the men that were after him. Now he was covered in blood and exhausted, yet, he reached the settlement. He had to be cunning and take them out before they'd return and report him bearing these news, they would expect the Rangers and all would be lost. He held the reins of his loyal steed as he entered the ruined gate of the settlement and kept going on. The two men on watch noticed that he was panting and approached him at once, one took the reins and the other spoke.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Black Steel
Chronicle link: 
A Neverending Journey
Abhorrent of the Unknown

Coming Home

Submitted by Ayliyn on July 17th, 2017
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Sigfread says, 'Stand up...'
Sigfread shifts in his emotion. He appears to be somewhat angry perhaps. It is not quite sure
Hithfaerwen did so, letting out a small sigh. She turned to face him, showing the familar face, the green-grey eye, and the scar on the right side of her face. It ran from her hairline to her jaw, covering her eye, which was a pale white. She forgoes the eyepatch.
Sigfread says, 'So... What game is this? Whom sends you?'

Abhorrent of the Unknown

Submitted by Fiontann on May 20th, 2017
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Fiontann

Something horrific starts roaming Eriador, spreading its horror all over, can it be stopped or it will consume everything?

Should anyone or any Kinship want to join the event please contact me

Chronicle link: 
A Neverending Journey

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