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the death of araenion

Submitted by Steora on September 9th, 2010
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Never trust Gyth ter pick a warrior. I said we should have gone for the leader o' them chetwood lot. He may be as ugly as chewed boot, but he looks like he could last a few years.

But no - Gyth flutters her eyes and waves her hair about, an' picks this bloody lad, face as fair as a maid an' about as effective. Goes by the jaw-cracking wealas name o' Araenion. Or Onion... feh. I dursen't know, by the time we gets to the Bridge Town, whether he's escortin' us north, or whether we'm looking after -him-.

Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

drab dust

Submitted by Azrudaur on July 28th, 2010
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North and east with the elf beside me. Fate and fortune rise about me like the dust on the road. Here I ride, back into the north, the occasional wind chill as it blows from the further northlands, off the snows. Across the lands once enlivened by long forgotton Fornost. Even as I ride here, my linnet will be preparing her flock for its journey to scrabble about the ruins, inspire her to sing a new tale of Arvedui.

Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

iron band

Submitted by Steora on July 7th, 2010
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Gyth got a snore like a fly .. buzz, buzz, buzz. Only Gyth could make a snore sound like yer wanted to dance. I know where she'll be off come mornin', so I'm gettin' there first.

Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

Little Birds

Submitted by Azrudaur on June 17th, 2010
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Three little birds. How charming.

My golden-haired Gyth, a little Linnet, a Nightingale. A sweet voice, sweet temper and as temptingly innocent as daisy.

Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

gift

Submitted by Steora on June 17th, 2010
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Well... I dursn't call that much of a gift. I bin running up an' down... and.. all He gives me is this thing. No more than a bit of iron. When he said he had a gift, a ring ... I thought... about time he showed His gratitude. I aint sayin' i deserve gold ... silver ring would have bin fair. But an iron ring. What bloody use is that? I put it on, had to, with him standing over me with that smile on his face. felt like ... feh. Well... it don't seem right, what it felt like. Think I'll give it ter Gyth. Tell him I lost it.
Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

almost home

Submitted by Steora on March 24th, 2010
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Wine were being a bit odd last night. Him and me, Gyth an' Bawde stayed at the Combe yestereve. beer aint much better than before, mind you. Felt like i was back home at one point ... this man comes in all quiet, thought he were deaf for a while cos he wouldn't say much. then he ups and starts talkin' ... eorl's titties! He was a bloomin' mearc's man! Lucky an' all that he did start talkin' cos I had m' best dice out and was ready to fleece the bloody wealas iffen he'd been daft enough ter play with me.

An amazing find!

Submitted by Steora on March 13th, 2010
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I'm going to call her 'Chance', an' a pretty little mare she is. Odd, I was expecting a wealas horse to be no better than a spavinned nag. P'raps these wealas aint such bad judges o' horseflesh after all. A hard night's work an' all, but Gyth and Wine did what I asked 'em, tho' I thought it was all up when that interferring bloody old giffer Eadbald strides up. Helm's Huge and Hairy Horn ! where did the old fool come from? I thought we'd lost him down by the dishwater inn, now he turns up in the north as though its just a day later. Feh...

Grim up North

Submitted by Steora on March 2nd, 2010
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Pft. I dursn't see what Gyth is seeing in 'em. Wealas men. She's fluttering her eyes at them like there's no good men in the Mearc. iffen I was Bawde I'd give her a good slap. Heh... put Wine's nose out o' joint though. He's looking as pale as a greensick lass seein' Gyth swooning at these bloody northerners.

Sunset in 'Ust Gurruth'

Submitted by Wulfrieda on September 1st, 2009
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Well ain't this lovely. First that trip westwards lookin' for Thurbrand, fallin' in the lake and endin' up stayin' in a camp full o' Breelendings and a bossy holbytla 'cause Albert wouldn't let me travel while I still had a cold... and now this. I was just gettin' used to that nasty inn - beer was piss, but at least the beds in the cellar were outta the wind - and now we go traipsin' EAST! And I'm stuck sleepin' in some soggy ol' bunkbeds with a bunch of raggedy strangers...

Faeger's Notes - the Rohirrim grounded in Ost Guruth.

Submitted by Faeger on August 31st, 2009
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I was amongst a small company of spears, namely Eomod and Bearwigson, of the Eored, when I came to rest at the campfire of a young woman. It was not long until her...companion, roused more interest. A man, now known as Gondorian born and acquaintenced with the Knights....seemed eager in search for something amongst ruins nearby. He piqued our interest so to speak...and we embarked upon what turned out to be, a dangerous venture East and north of the camp of Ost-Guruth.

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