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The Ambitious Corsair Part VI

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Story

~~The Ambitious Corsair~~

Chapter VI

A tango with a troll

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Screenshot: General screen

After an encounter with a wild-troll, those in better health lend their healing skills and knowledge to those who have suffered from the spar along the road to Tharbad.

fell-winter, wolf-winter

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Diary

A child should not have to see this. The end, then, of childhood. And a reason – if any is needed – why he has always hated wolves …

 

the sudden hope

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Diary

It comes to him as dawn rises over the lake. The water steaming gently as it warms, as though the lake itself breathes. This early in a cool autumn morning the birds are only beginning to wake. A single heron flies with deliberate strokes along the edge of the shore, grey bird against misted water, coming to land with surprising grace.

The heron finds its fishing spot and freezes.Tarchlang watches the bird, looks over the lake. The solitude oddly magnified by the presence of one fishing bird.

'He's as tight as an overstretched lute string.'

A Plea to Halbarad

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Poetry

' I need them, old friend.'

The grey-haired man pinches the bridge of his nose, then rubs his thumb wearily over his forehead. He looks up slowly from his stool by the fire towards the other man perched on the worn oak chest.

'Men ... lads,' he continues, ' I'd even take a green boy or two if that's all there are to spare.'

The desperation behind his grey eyes leaks into his words as he picks up his pipe. Halbarad smiles wanly back at him as he listens to the too-familiar litany before replying.

Wanderer of the Stars : Chapter Three

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Story

Part One

Far from home - Part Two

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Story

The sound of the horses' hooves echoed eerily between the barely visible ruined walls, the only light showing the riders the overgrown path were the stars in the clear sky. Both the horses and their riders were exhausted, the orcs had pursued them for over a day. This was their first opportunity to rest. Everyone were tense, sitting rigid in their saddles, their hands never straying far from their weapons. They'd all had enough surprises to last them till the end of the year.

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