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Sefa, Threland and the Orcs!

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The sun is just beginning to rise and a cool breeze caresses the quiet shores of Nen Harn. Nothing seems to disturb the two wanderers. Threland sleeps on the soft sand of the strand, while Sefa swims a little way off the shore, keeping herself away from Threland so as not to awaken him. Her hat, scarf, sword, boots and gloves are all in a pile beside him. She spends her time seeing how far down she can dive, daring herself to go deeper and deeper.

A Success

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The orc camp is taken successfully, though it is one of many.

Another falls

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Nelnardis goes in, whilst others follow.

Taking the Archers

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Nelnardis takes out the archers positioned around an orc camp.

An Abandoned Fire

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It seems someone had began to build a fire, however they never set it alight. Though she ties, Nelnardis cannot find them.

Shooting down orcs across the shore

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Tracking orcs

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Riders of the Riddermark Chronicle

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Various Riders. (Denholm: OOC management)

A chronicle to share and record tales, memories and adventures, as the Riders of the Riddermark travel through Rohan in search for adventure and providing aid to their landsmen.

Over The Falls

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We will stand nigh and watch
On precipice high
For the day of The Fall
Whence our path
Bright with hope
Shall before us be scrawled.
On the day of The Fall
I will, with ready eyes-willing heart,
Greet my future in full.

A vision of Amroth-as seen on the last day of summer, his seventy-fourth year.


In the early dawn, three figures gazed over the heights of oblivion. Two laughed.

Explosives at Trestlebridge

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