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Bree-land

A Treatise on the Situation, Manners, and Inhabitants of Bree-land

Submitted by Martis on May 17th, 2014
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Official Document

Excerpts from:

A Treatise on the Situation, Manners, and Inhabitants of Bree-land

As writ by Oddvar of the Blue Mountains and Dalton Willow of Bree, T.A. 3015

News/Event link: 
Comb and Wattle Sundays
Chronicle link: 
Chronicles of the Valley of Combe

The Hunting Lodge

Submitted by Gwenllyn on May 2nd, 2014
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Artwork: Artscreen

Gwenllyn found an old painting of The Hunting Lodge whilst rummaging along the bookshelf

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http://a248.e.akamai.net/origin-cdn.volusion.com/owpr7.xvrg3/v/vspfiles/photos/N1179-2.jpg
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Order of the Seven

Of Meadred's Sons and Daughters

Submitted by Meadwine on March 23rd, 2014
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Aegaldred, for he is skilled in word weaving and writing.

This is a tale of family that has found itself with plight. Meadred and his wife live still in the Riddermark, and Meadred still rides among the Rohirrim to defend his land. His eldest son went missing without word, and when the war grew greater he sent the rest of his children South where they would be safe.

Devious Intentions From Another View

Submitted by Balgair on January 28th, 2014
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"Never had I had the intention of committing what was on my mind, until that very night where I stood with a hard gaze over the rooftops of Bree and its innards. As the moon had risen and my thoughts still swirling around in my head. These thoughts were driving me crazy, would drive any man crazy, i just seemed...different, I would be waking up and not remembering where I was or where I am, I would meet people and they would say strange things about me, things I had done, things I had committed...yet i would not remember any of it..."

Useless in the Snow

Submitted by Cathirine on January 1st, 2014
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Story

Cathirine stepped through the fields, looking over the city.  It looked calm at night, with a warm glow from the fires within the town.  Though sitting around in the Pony seemed welcoming to Cathirine, she had too much on her mind to deal with it.  Cathirine turned her back on the town, continuing to walk off on her own.  There were people she met, even a company of men who a friend introduced to her.  She actually had a friend.  How could Cathirine, of all people, find a friend?

Welcome Back Young Hawthorn

Submitted by Ivlathdur on December 4th, 2013
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Tylan Hawthron, Friend and a young man he would like to call family, back in bree-land again. Although, as always a hawthorn would go...would bring some form of sorrow. An angmarim assassin it would seem, caught a smell of Tylan coming back to Bree and saw it fit to try gain some glory and kill him, lets just say he failed yet again. 

Three Dwarves on the north-south road

Submitted by Rydskeggi on November 22nd, 2013
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Towards Bree for a drink, a fireplace, and a warm bed

Pocket journal entry seven, "A Better Alternative"

Submitted by Ceou on February 23rd, 2013
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Diary
It seems I am being steered away from the life I have lived up until now. It is nice to be known as something beyond, "the trouble maker". My criminal past, has lead me to one reasonable escape -

Chronicle link: 
Ceou's Journal

Meeting Nalokha

Submitted by Ceou on February 22nd, 2013
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A meeting with Nalokha to discuss an alliance. Though, the money the Shadow Blades are paying her for the sake of information makes her offers sound insignificant in comparison.

Just dump it in the river!

Submitted by Threland on January 31st, 2013
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Story

 

Threland was riding his horse towards the north,  to meet his trader fellow, Stonsten, after a letter he had recieved, to meet him in Trestlebridge, after his horse died on his purue to capture a dragon. He halted his mount as he noticed Stonsten up the road, walking his way to Bree, his clothes scorched and his glives blackened. In his arms he carried an egg the size of his torso. The hatted man simply sat on the saddle and gazed at the thing in awe.

 

Stonsten: 'What's madness? What's impossible?'

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