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The Bitter Immortal

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The elf swatted a branch out of the way as the trudged down the dirt road. No horse, no companion, no nothing. Only herself. She approached a run down looking town. Shabby wood buildings, sloppy dirt and mud roads... Pathetic. Then again, what was to be expected from these pitiful humans. Humans had no standards compared to her kind. The elves would compare this icky, depressed village to orc architecture!

 

A Statue for Themodir

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

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