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Chrysalis

Submitted by Kakeraen on December 19th, 2018
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This Chronicle is authored by the player of Kakeraen "Stitches" Ristirith in a narrative format

This chronicle will tell the story that stemmed from a certain traumatic series of events that happened to Stitches regarding the one person he could call his truest friend. Through the beginning events, this amnesiac will begin to comprehend more complex and negative emotions such as sadness, failure and anger, and it will begin to transform him into a newer form of himself. 

Part two 2: Getting in motion

Submitted by Fiontann on February 25th, 2017
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

A small fire was lit in the depths of Chetwood North, five men and a young woman were sitting around it, all quiet, looking into the fire and waiting for the meat to be ready. They heard that one of their companions killed himself when some people were after him and they were silently mourning him. That didn't last for long.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Black Steel
Chronicle link: 
A Neverending Journey

Caves of the Forsaken

Submitted by Sigfread on June 9th, 2014
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Before I tell you this story it might be good to start out with some good advise.
When someone offers you free drinks for an entire night, It is never a good idea to accept the offer.
- Sigfread


​The story began on a calm afternoon at the Thalanduin estate in Raddon. 

Kinship/Band link: 
House Thalanduin

Soft whispering whirls

Submitted by Birgrim on August 31st, 2010
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

We heard it as a soft sound at first. One step into the halls, and we heard it.

Soft whispering whirls echoing thru the empty halls.

We saw nothing in the dark. The cold was damp against our skin.

Then there was a quick flash, a reflection perhaps, nothing more. Nothing less.

We drew closer and saw it seemed to be spinning. Yes, difinately spinning, whirling, cyclone of steel reflecting the one shine of moonlight comming thru the crack in the cavehall roof.

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