Cynraede

Blissful tranquility

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Story

The chill had set in even with as close as he sat to the fire. The tattered remnants of his cloak were barely enough to cover his upper body. He could no longer hear the Silvan, The Little Light. His face seemed worried, as usual. For a time, his mind had returned to him and his thoughts roamed to the others.

Enough Waiting

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Story

EllaDoraa made her way to the inn, as per Cynraede brief instruction.

Waiting.

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Story

Waiting.

It is fair to say EllaDoraa was not good at waiting.

The words of the hunter whirled and spun in her head day and night.  They disturbed her waking and sleeping. 

Finally leaving Bree - part 2

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Story

A continuation of this story, meaning it is entirely unreliable and biased.

 

Finally leaving Bree - part 1

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Story

This story is an account of certain events that transpired in recent weeks, written from the perspective of Theothar. Since all is written from his (completely insane) point of view, there is a high chance none of the following is at all accurate.

Shattered souls and broken blades

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Story

Arrowhaven hadn't had many quests in some time as was evident by the near waist height of the grass in parts of the fields where he could remember trodding through to head to the emporium or the stables, depending on what ever he was doing that day or what adventure She had sent him on. The woodland creatures and birds had flourished, and their song filled the copse of trees that hid the old manor that he had stayed in a great many times.

Pine needles and feathers

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Story

Cynhaer pulled the tattered cloak around him a little tighter while he gazed towards his companion, shivering as he huddled closer to the fire.

Mindtricks

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Diary

The inn seemed busier than usual as we entered that night.  Huddles of people in stood around the edges of the room, speaking in hushed tones.  These were not the usual clientele.

Raspberry

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Story

"Banter... yes, I know of this."

Cardanith said as he leaned closer to the Table while casting his gaze over at Galtharian who had placed the elf's drink of choice down before him. All the while the scowl adorning his face almost forced itself to appear as a smile as he looked to Baralinion.

Carved into the bone.

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Conceptual

"Good... Now, recite them again. This time, don't talk at me. Show me that you feel them."

 

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