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Eirik, Words Unspoken

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Hjartoreldr. My friend, my first clansman. The one at my back, the one I will soon deck. I have not forgotten your face and my fist are due a meeting. I look forward to seeing your blood!

You swept into my life like a salt sea breeze under a desert sun.

To Celebrate Life

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The dance in Combe after Bryn's threat was ended. Ryheric got them all drunk as skunks, shouted defiances against darkness and startled the entire group into a bursting revelry where none of them needed to hide, any longer. Freedom was never safe but it was pure, and nothing compared to it.

Opening Up and Meeting Dandy

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Late autumn, Combe. Ryheric came to visit Tate. His mind and heart grounded. He knew Tate needed him to lend stability and strength, so they spoke in depth for the first time. Tate was quick of mind, excitable. The dark side of it was the recent hysteria; talks of something Tate knew about his own fate. An object from his dreams that he sought like treasure. Atharann came looking for Ryheric once Tate had calmed to reason. They spoke, and Dandy found herself accidentally eavesdropping from her nearby room in the inn.

Camaraderie

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Aeldiet, Emmawynn, Dandelynn and Ryheric sit and talk about Emmie's past as winter approaches near the Chetwood, Breeland.

Fate and Duty

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Written into the notebook in formal letters, the quill heavy pressed and the ink perfectly even.

 

"Cold breeze summons me

Lonely under winter stars 

Jarl dies for the clan"

 

A Moment of Warg Corpse Romance

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There they were, crushed in together at last.

Close proximity in a stolen moment beside the warm furs of the warg -- still warm from the creature's life being fresh taken.

There was pain. There was adrenaline. Both hearts were racing and the hapless warg's heart was brought to a standstill.

Ryheric crushed himself in, vehemently close to his companion, who was crushed by the weight of the huge warg the size of three horses above them. Blanketing them with the assurance of secure deadweight.

Tavern Dancing

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After discovering that Emmawynn found Bree to be full of sad people, Lane took the girls of NOF on a barhopping trip in Bree to show them the normal and happy side of the city. Several of the guys crashed the trip, including the Dark Bard, and they all ended up in her favorite tavern, the seedy smuggler's bar called the Spotless Note, where her protégée Maxim and a few other smugglers and other likely criminal figures engaged the group in dancing.

Happy Holidays, Laurelin!

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"The Sleigh"

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*The table was broken in the drunken debauchery. A great slab of it was carried up the stairs where Ryheric gathered his companions to board it. Eirik prepared to push them down.

All of them drunk and enjoying a moment of revelry and folly for thrill and life!*

Ryheric - Live Fast, Die Young

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