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Curugirion

'Grey Watch' ride North.

Submitted by Aearlinn on March 29th, 2011
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Curugirion leads a small contingent of the 'Grey Watch' north, to deal with a goblin threat to the lands of the Periannath.

Instinct

Submitted by Saerdir on March 24th, 2011
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As I step out of the great home of Curugirion and his Loth I lonnath, I cannot help but to recall the subject of what we have just talked off.

 

Pethroval's Report. Echuir 14th.

Submitted by Aearlinn on March 5th, 2011
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Report for the attention of Curugirion, regarding the delivery of his message to the Master of Gondamon.
 
(The report in contained in a neatly rolled scroll, sealed with a blue ribbon, presented to Curugirion two nights after the return of Aearlinn, Hadorear and Istuir from Gondamon. Written in Sindarin, the script is in Aearlinn’s flowing, but slightly hurried hand, and in a more straightforward manner than her usual recording of events.)
 
 
Echuir 14th
 

Of Family on the Longest Night.

Submitted by Aearlinn on December 24th, 2010
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And so it was that, upon Solstice Eve - the Eve of Turuhalme - Aegledor was welcomed into the Loth-i-Lonnath, even to the wearing of the blue, rather than the grey of a recruit.
 

Old memories

Submitted by Saerdir on December 20th, 2010
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I look around the room where I was sleeping until minutes ago..I wonder if it can even be called ˝sleeping˝, wandering trough old memories like that... Fire is about to go out, so I toss in a couple of pieces of wood to keep it burining, thinking of my ˝dream˝.

First Battle.

Submitted by Aearlinn on December 18th, 2010
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It was the stench – the smell of fetid water, rotting food and flesh, of uncovered excrement and that in vast amounts that all but unnerved me. I had, to my sorrow, taken life before in need; seen blood spilt and aided swiftly the death throes of my opponents. But never had I encountered such large a stronghold of goblins – with all that entailed.
 
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Stark Message for the Goblins!

Return to Falathorn

Submitted by Saerdir on December 16th, 2010
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Waking up under the trees of Nen Hilith, with nothing but the sounds of nature to greet me was a nice change, one that I could get used to. Forty years spent over the Misty Mountains, in Mirkwood and beyond and almost nothing has changed. Perhaps I have not changed either. I can almost smell the sea...so close...

Of Duty..and of Friendships New.

Submitted by Aearlinn on November 20th, 2010
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Curugirion's Journal, Iavas 44th

Submitted by Curugirion on September 14th, 2010
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On the road, east of Lindon, 44th day of Iavas

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Loth-i-Lonnath

Curugirion's Journal, Iavas 23rd

Submitted by Curugirion on August 24th, 2010
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Echad Sul, 23rd day of Iavas

The past few days have been rather more troubling to us than the initial passage of the Trollshaws.

Though our hearts were lightened in meeting some friends on the way, we have unfortunately encountered orc scouts – first in the lowlands of Nain Enidh, then in greater numbers above, in the hills about Amon Sûl.

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Loth-i-Lonnath

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