Fangorn Forest

A call to the wild...

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Poetry

Wake up, my friends! I make wild call,

This winter troubled us too long!

Shake off the snow, dear huorn,

And crack thick ice, roots are so cold,


You, little squirrel, find your mum,

And you, strong deer, gather all,

Sharpen your horns, you wildest goat,

We'll find those who brought the saw!


Wake up, my friends, we march at dawn!

Battle of Wildermore

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Screenshot: Event screen

Call of the Wild...

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Screenshot: General screen

Good bye birdie

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Screenshot: General screen

Good bye birdie

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

"Why... oh why did this little bird had to die?.." rang like a bell in beorning's head. A bear that had been in so many battles and witnessed death pretty much every other day, was absolutely touched by such little and most likely unimportant to others event.

Rolling on the patch of nice smelling flowers and after the rain wet grass at Sweetmead was unexpectedly disturbed by rather stomping sounds of someone walking.

"Hurr....Hurr...."

Reunions Long Delayed

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Story

 

Reunions Long Delayed

 

Day 23 - Into The Tauremorna

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Diary

There being no way to cross the fords of the Isen, because of the invasion of Men, it was determined by Lord Veryacano that we would make our own crossing, and he bravely waded into its icy waters to secure a rope bridge. The River Isen is large and swift-flowing; and it was with great difficulty Lord Veryacano got through it: sometimes he would be in the waters up to his neck, but by good fortune, and his mighty strength, he was able to cross over.

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