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Bancross

A Sword for Duncadda?

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Hertha still had little liking for Captain Denholm, but for her cousin Thilwend’s sake, for Bancross’ sake, she had put aside her plan to travel to Helm’s Deep, at least for the moment. 

Dreams of Darkness

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My thoughts are in turmoil, scattered around by a stormful wind in a thundering rainstorm, obscuring my sight and keeping a clear mind. Only when the lightning strikes, my vision and thoughts become apparent, before everything turns back into a swirl of dark disarray. It's the painful visions, during the blinding bright lightnings that causes my distress and a mind in disharmony. 
 

The Bancross Mystery: Back in our own Beds.

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Hild shielded the candle flame with her hand, to lessen its light, as she peered round the door. She did not want to wake Brona from her sleep. She just wanted to check. To make sure she was actually there, back in her own bed. 

Summer's End

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Where has this summer gone? Already the dark nights and mornings draw in, squashing the daylight that we are hurried to complete our tasks before Winterfylleth brings the season to a close.

Oaths that bind you

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Where did my wandering days go?

Rider & Steed

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The Mellow road in Bancross

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Mutton, Mead and Dwarf tale.

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The villagers of Bancross getting together to relax with visitors from far away places, telling tales of old.

The long walk

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Time is ever fleeting, ever streaming, ever moving. Seconds crawl, hours pass and days fly by.

Visitors of good and bad intents

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With my back leaning against a wooden fence built to prevent my cows from running away, I’m working on the impossible task of restoring my old rusty training sword. It has no sharp edge anymore and I'm pretty sure it would break if I strike it hard against anything. No, the sword is past its glory and fighting days, but it's still balanced enough to use while I do my morning training routine.

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