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The Prancing Pony.

Three Graces and Some Big Dude

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Discussing the missing Graces.

At the Pony with Foof and Rhod.

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Poetry

At the Pony with Foof and Rhod

(Based on words composed extempore as my friend Foof played tunes by the fireside and Rhodwulf inspired us as he slept,  sorry, as he meditated, on the rug at the Prancing Pony)

Daigan's book, entry '101'

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''And the truth always comes to light.. I never decided to give it any attention in my writing, but they finally pushed it to the limit. And here I thought Drevorin was my only enemy, but alas, I had to find it much closer. Ilaru has finally shown to what harlot she has turned into. A heartless shrew she has now become, trying to feed this into Blodwynn's mind. Empty promises are made, about protecting Blodwynn, making sure Drevorin will not show up anymore.. Who are they kidding? Themselves? She's a fool and thinks she has outgrown her mangled being, but she hasn't.

Daigan's book, entry '2'.

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''Night is falling, so I can only write untill the light dims. They got me past those highwaymen with fair ease, but I can still hear them scream as my guardians fell them with their blades. It was quite a horrifying sound. We've reached the borders of Rhovanion. I am little aware of how we got here this fast as I did not have time to pay attention to where we were headed, but today they told me where we were. None of them have told me their names, though all six of them seem equally skilled with blade and bow. I wonder if they work for the same people as I do?

Daigan's book, entry '1'.

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''Today I woke up with a terrible headache. Did I have another one of my nightmares? I don't know... They seem so real lately.. Perhaps they are trying to tell me something. I found another letter, slipped underneath my door. I recognized the seal immediately, would I have to leave once more? It was a dark red, wax seal. The image displayed in the wax was that of two swords crossing one another, with an eagle behind it spreading It's wings. Did he enjoy his power? Does he abuse it? He has no care for our own physical and weary state. Why would he, we're his puppets after all.

Joy in the Pony

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