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Love

The Political Animal's thoughts - 1

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Diary

As Trastan slipped out of Tosie's room, he gazed around while stretching and slumped down on a chair which he pulled infront of the fire. He leaned back against the chair, and pulled his personal note book onto his lap and began revising his notes for his employer, Lourie Gadreel.

The long road home III: Memories of Mirnel

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

After aiding the proprietor of the Forsaken Inn tracking down a shipment that had been overrun by goblins, the last days have been quite uneventful - but still beautiful and somber in their own right. I made my way through the Lone-lands and into the Trollshaws without too much excitement. Walking along the Trollshaws road with it's eternal fall-trees on both sides, yellow leaves swirling past me, my mind begun to wander. The memory once more arose. 

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Of Favarth and Waldera - I

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Story

This is a story about love, or call it a love story if you like. 

Waldera walked into the Inn of the Prancing Pony in her usual manner, craving for a warm cup of tea. She had had a day full of readings and was a bit weary of the shallow small talks of the small minded patrons of the inn. She waved kindly at the barmaid and gestured for a cup of tea in the white tea cup which she always prefers.

A silly lovestruck poem

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Her.

 

A droplet of water in the morning,

Hanging from a cool leaf,

After the Letter

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Story

After reading the hobbit's letter, Waldera laughed airily and left the paper aside. Her sweet  laughter echoed through the stairs and the corridor as she walked out of the room. 

Journal of a Surgeon, Entry 2: Love

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Of all the things that I thought possible, this is naught of what I had imagined.

 

Letter to Finlothriel Thoramath. 8th day of Lothron.

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Story

Tirmegil and Finloth Thoramath

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Artwork: Drawing

Dusk, inviting as your eyes,

Strong hands hold me,

Hold me again, my eagle-eyed man.

Never let me go, 

Never again.

And storm over sea will never go over us again

A greater fear

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

((Written as Awiergan would tell it.))

He Stayed

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Diary

Many a tear was shed the other night.

He came to me at the Pony, smiling, being his silly self. He ordered us a huge pot of stew and we ate. He seemed distant, like something wasn't right. I kept on asking him what was the matter. He didn't tell me.

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