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Yrill

Chasing Shadows

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Dolthafaer halted at the head of the stairs and cast his eyes over the shadowed courtyard below.  To his staggering relief, Yrill was not to be seen.  She must have reached the shelter of the pillars.  He had not heard the sound of an arrow being released, but even so – this was an enemy that did not deserve to take down his huntress.

A Routine Patrol

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

There were Men of the North in the Trollshaws. 

Dolthafaer had not been expecting trouble on this routine patrol.  It had simply been an excuse to leave the Valley for a day or two and stretch his legs over familiar paths.  He had asked Yrill and Luthelian to join him almost as an afterthought; he wished to see how his most troublesome recruit was improving, and he knew better by now than to leave Yrill behind when there was even the smallest chance of adventure.

Bad News Spreads like Wildfire

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The eagle batted its golden eye and looked accusingly at him, as if it was Parnard's fault that it was so cold, and he was so far from the Valley, and so tired from roaming all night searching for him.

His left hand wavered in the air in front of the sharp beak as his right hand crept forward to remove the small scroll tied to its leg.

"Confounded bird!" he cried out, as the eagle nipped at him again and again, and struck him full in the face with its wing.

Entering Darkness

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

No prisoners! No mercy!

An Ill-Fletched Arrow

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Remain within the keep, he had told them.  Rest.

A simple order. 

Clear as crystal. 

A storm had been brewing – always perilous, this far East in the Hithaeglir – and up until that point, his scouts had been working tirelessly, alternating between watch and patrol.  There had been no need for extra eyes in a blizzard.  He had wanted them to take the opportunity to rest, regain their strength.

Yrill had disobeyed him. 

Tancamir had disobeyed him. 

The Lair

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

“Annunghil, Ráolor, come with me!”

Misty Mountains - Sisterhood

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Screenshot: General screen

Yrill of the Arrow, the warrior Raolor, and the healers Norliriel and Eliriael

Misty Mountains - Inside the Dwarven Keep VII

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Yrill of the Arrow rests briefly on a bed, even though her favourite way of rest and recreation is killing orcs

Misty Mountains - Inside the Dwarven Keep II

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Resting inside the Dwarven keep, although some, such as the huntress Yrill, will soon grow rest-less

The Impertinence of Youth

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

We arrived at Hrimbarg, northernmost settlement of the Mountains, near the Northern High Pass. There were a few Naugrim there, very surprised at seeing such a large group of Elves, some rather bedraggled and not looking much like soldiers, as one said to me.

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