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memories

Far Afield

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Diary

As I wander around Stangard, I wonder at the state of affairs here.  It would seem that the steward to Theoden King is a petty man, one not taken to a kind thought or care of any but himself and his own self interests.  I've done what I can for the people here, and only hope that it is enough.

The Book Of Garmorn, Part One, Book One, Chapter Five - The Flames of Memory [[ARCHIVED]]

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Official Document

Chapter Five: The Flames of Memory


It had been many years, since Garmorn had felt like this - So shocked, so powerless in the face of events. His younger brother, with emphasis on "younger", had the strength and willpower to offend him, so deeply that he might wonder if this had been some form of curse from Mahal, or a dream - A memory of the past, of his previous pain, and of the dark torture that took place nigh thirteen years ago, relative to the time that this tale is noting.

 

Metamorphosis - part 2

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Story

Five Days Before...

Of Things Past and Present

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Story

((Faelalan dreaming about her first adventures in the world.))

It was a kiss that woke her.

It was not the kiss of a mother pressing her tender lips to the forehead of her child in silent prayer. It was not the ardent kiss of a lover waking his beloved. Nor was it a kiss shared between friends, meeting after a long time apart.

Fevered Dreams and Memories

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Story

<A Dream, From When Faelalan Was Ill And Near Death.>

She was dreaming. She knew that much. She clearly remembered falling asleep in her bed with the covers tucked up around her chin. She had listened to the crackling of the banked fire. She remembered that she had slipped on some ice that day and fallen on a large branch; it had left a nasty bruise on her left leg. She remembered, even, that tomorrow would be Yuletide and she would have no one to celebrate it with.

Love memories

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Diary

These days have been full of blessings and good news. Rosiebell writes me back!, after all these days she finally managed to communicate with me even with all the slaughter happening to the east. She was fine and even healthy, she said to me that she will back soon. I'm very happy of this!

A hard lesson

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Diary

I always said that the greatest master is life, that gives us the most useful lessons of our life, but paying a big cost, even one that you can't carry. Today i have one of these... and maybe one that I won't forget never. Time is ruthless with us; being a man or hobbit or even an elf, everyone will change, and everything around. I truly thought that that quote was cruel and poor in hope, but reality hit me hard, when i saw that the one that i most care wasn't the one that i met before... not for good, not for bad, just she wasn't the one that i saw before...

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