House Hawthorn

Ana's Diary pg 2

Submitted by AnairenLegacy on December 10th, 2014
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Dear Diary,

Today i practiced with my blade against some Orcs. The pittiful beasts fell like trees before an axe. I should talk to that Lucren fellow about... Someones coming i have to go

~Ana

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Anairen's Personal Writtings

Anairen's Personal Writtings

Submitted by AnairenLegacy on December 9th, 2014
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Anairen

A collection of Ana's writings and diaries

Ana's Diary pg 1

Submitted by AnairenLegacy on December 9th, 2014
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Dear Diary, 

With my new life comes a new diary. It has been a while since i have trusted anyone. Not since i was 13. Then this man, Renul, managed to break down my defences enough to get me to agree to marry him. However he has since dissapeared back to his former friends in the Angmarians. I cant believe I fell for him so easily, expecially after... after... my experience with ... Them.

D-damn this is so annoying, I cant believe Im crying like a girl in memory of that! T-that does it. I-i will not fall for another man ever again.

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House Hawthorn
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A Leathery Journal - (26th entry) Last Will and Testament(Final entry)

Submitted by Hardoleth on July 17th, 2014
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Hello, my leathery friend. The one sat with me here at my deathbed. As expected, no family, friends doing theirs and me here, bedridden and infirm and only getting out to piss in a bowl next to my bed.. Quite a mess I will leave for others to clean, hah! Oh, I shall not lie, I do enjoy no one seeing me in this wretched state.. coughing phlegm and blood at every turn, but I should get on with this.. will.

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The Bloody Dawn
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A Leathery Journal

Savela Hawthorn - Diary - 'What's going on?...'

Submitted by Savela on February 14th, 2013
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I've really lost it, a few days ago four brigands broke into my quarters, only to jump out of the window again after father appeared... one of them quickly stabbed me in the side and threw me aside before jumping after his friends. He also made a very light cut to my throat right before that, for no reason at all... he seemed to enjoy it actually.

Entry Four, Pride is stupidity.

Submitted by Tylan on February 14th, 2013
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Pride, revenge, not acts nor feelings that don't have their place, but these factors will lead to death, some where down the line, I left my life of nobility, and I no longer have a say at my fathers table, I know this, and don't regret it. Though, I am so eager to lose this Hawthorn label hooked into me, I have a decision, a decision I've made, the house is in a vulnerable state, this bitch Ceou... She knows nothing about what she's getting herself into...

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The Covenant of Steel
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Tylan's pocket diary.

Not so very dead after all...

Submitted by Savela on February 10th, 2013
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((This happened a few months ago, during the yule festival))

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The Hawthorn family tree

Submitted by Savela on January 26th, 2013
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The family tree of the Hawthorn family, from the first lord of the Auburn halls, Berethon Hawthorn, untill now.

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Bloody Cold.

Submitted by Tylan on January 11th, 2013
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Anonymous... (Part Two: Becoming)

Submitted by Rhyya on December 23rd, 2012
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No one could have guessed, least of all she, that her employer's son would take notice of a plain, little kitchen girl. There was an instant connection between them. Of course, she'd never have dared to act on it. But, suddenly, the daily dance had become the thing she busied herself with to distract her thoughts from him, rather than from the mystery that was her own tale. Stolen glances and subtle smiles became the reason she sprang from her cot each morning. Weeks passed, and still neither had the nerve to voice their feelings.

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