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All is well

Submitted by Aelfgyth on December 15th, 2010
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All is well. The haunted ruins of the Betrayed City lie far to the north, the aelf thralls bound by aelf words and aelf stars remain unawares in the Ashen Town and I am safe, safe in the Inn in Comb.

Steora will be filled with pride  to hear how cleverly  I slipped out from under their very noses beneath the cover of darkness. 'Scared of your own shadow, Gyth!", she always says. She'll change her tune when she hears how swiftly I rode Heofonfyr south, alone through the wilds, to warn him - my Mentor.

Heh.

Submitted by Steora on December 6th, 2010
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heh.

That went better than i could have hoped for.

Duresen't start out well, though. Master Oldgrove brings me ter the Bridgetown... an' up pops more of them grim northerners ... and then... that old bastard hisself, the helm-giffer. I realises master Oldgrove is an even better liar than me.

'You be safe with me lass' he says.

Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

Cold Iron

Submitted by Aelfgyth on December 5th, 2010
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Death, or worse

Submitted by Aelfgyth on November 30th, 2010
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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

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.

marriages and mooncalves

Submitted by Steora on September 19th, 2009
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Woke wi' a shock today. Dursn't know where I am fer a moment. Then i remember, that inn out past Bree... a wedding... some crates of wine... lass with titties as big as m'head and a basket o'ducks... and Aefenwine with a face like a hungry dog.
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