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Journey

Returning from Forochel

Submitted by Mugendo on April 24th, 2012
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The peaks of Forochel far behind us now,  as the journey south  bring familiar sights and sounds to Usva and Mugendo.

The Journey of Jonty - A Story, not a Poem

Submitted by Simbo on April 1st, 2012
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Story

Once upon a time there lived a young hobbit called Jonty
But this young hobbit was a bit different
For he had the blondest, curliest hair and he wore the very fanciest clothes
And he told everyone that he was a prince

"I am a prince!", he would say, "of a far away land"
"Where the rivers are gold, and trees are decked with the finest jewels"
"Music fills the air, and fairies dance in the field!"

The Journey into Darkness

Submitted by Drevorin on February 13th, 2012
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Artwork: Painting

Three summers previous Drevorin and Milawyn left Bree-Land having sealed their vows of marriage. They travelled through the Trollshaws in a bid to leave Eriador behind them forever, unaware of the dangers that awaited them in the South.

Source: 
The Artist 'Witchingbones' (Milawyn)
Chronicle link: 
Reemergence of the Shadow

Another Journey...

Submitted by Daerundros on February 1st, 2012
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Diary

So apparently, another deadly journey to make, not at the behest of one Kinn-lai, but rather, in company of an entire army of them!

Why was I doing this? Why am I putting my life on the line for them? I am in no least in agreement to their actions.

I suppose I care for those two mortals much more than I first thought...

Erinwyn and Edstan, two young and fresh faces from Dale, are ever of my concern. I fear their safety, especially as Edstan, being the rogue that he is, would wind up saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and come out with a spear in his back.

News/Event link: 
The Wastes of Forochel - To a New Home

Journey to Rivendell - Day 3

Submitted by Carlotta on November 30th, 2011
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Diary

Dear Diary,

Elves! Real elves! Every single time my eyesight falls upon them, my breath is taken away!
Yes, I am in Rivendell now. I feel so puny and tiny compared to the mighty creatures. My fanciest dress is nothing in comparison to the fine Elven silk that Hîr Galvathalion has given me! Oh... there I go, rambling some small Sindarin words I've learned....

Journey to Rivendell - Day 2

Submitted by Carlotta on November 29th, 2011
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Diary

Dear Diary,

I find myself only a few meters away from the Last Bridge. Thank goodness! I can get away from these barren, sullen lands! But I hear that the Trollshaws are dangerous... they weren't named the "Trollshaws" without reason. Yes, Stone-trolls come out at night, so I will have to make sure that I always travel by day. However, I am simply content now, knowing that I will be there soon.

Journey to Rivendell - Day 1

Submitted by Carlotta on November 29th, 2011
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Diary

Dear Diary,

It's been a day already since I left my sister in Bree. I'm now this Forsaken Inn and wondering what's happened to her. Did she alarm the Bree guard...? No, they wouldn't bother. So corrupted they are...

I feel sorry that I left her like this, but I had to. Bree was driving me mad anyway. It was always the same boring old routine... dress up, do your hair, be polite, and act like general nobility.

Trailing through the Land of Hollies

Submitted by Daerundros on October 9th, 2011
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Artwork: Artscreen

Daerundros carries an injured Amlarad piggyback, his injury to momentarily rendering him incapable of walking. She struggles visibly with his massive stature, but nonetheless she manages to carry him until he walks on his own.

Bad, bad Line Art done by me. I got flashes of inspiration after that funny RP scene where Daerundros actually DID carry him some distance like this. There's a story upcoming about how it happened, but we can all guess who's fault it is that Amlarad had to be carried like that :P

[PART ONE] The invasion of Goblin-Town.

Submitted by Galodin on September 4th, 2011
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October 24th

Third Age. (Exact year is still unknown)

Encampment south-west of Goblin-Town.

 

A war in the freezing colds from the mountains of mist had started. Rangers, Elves and a small company of Dwarves laid siege upon the Goblin-encampment.

 

I ride North!

Submitted by Boen on August 17th, 2011
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 The sun sets over the silent rolling plains of Rohan, nothing stirs in the failing light as it shines it's last rays of the day upon the Farmland of Brock Lonewood, owner of the stables and lands within sight of his small farmstead. The horses are for the most part sleeping, one or two graze lazily, but even they look ready to settle soon enough.

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