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Baecere

Journal, Entry One

Submitted by Eaerthryll on January 5th, 2011
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 *Eaerthryll rests upon the bed, laying her back against a deep pile of soft duck down pillows, her knees drawn up to balance the red cloth journal against them, a small table to her right holding a silver inkwell and quill.  Opening the cover to a crisp new page, she dips the quill and begins to write...

 

* pauses to think, touching her lips with the deep blue feather before continuing

 

Scented blossoms

Submitted by Eaerthryll on September 2nd, 2010
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Proposal 2

Submitted by Eaerthryll on July 24th, 2010
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Proposal

Submitted by Eaerthryll on July 24th, 2010
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Strange as news from Bree

Submitted by Amlarad on July 6th, 2010
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A hundred roofs and chimneys, highlighted by the rising moon ensnare my eyes as the west-gate locks behind me. The road ahead becomes strangely compelling, climbing eastwards through the town, leading my eyes to the looming Menelvagor glittering in the night sky, guarding ceaselessly over the homes of these men. The rustic air is strong here as I wander up the paved street and processions of creaking wood and sharp snaps follow my strides from the many window shutters eitherside. The Swordsman becomes my only companion along this lonely road.

A letter to home

Submitted by Eaerthryll on July 6th, 2010
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*Eaerthryll sits infront of the fire within the bedroom, another restless night, another infusion of herbs in warm water to aid her to sleep.  Crumpled bits of used, scratched out parchment lay at her feet, a thin wooden writing surface upon her lap, cradeling a silver inkwell and fine quill.  Looking back toward the bed she watches the sleeping figure of her love, his chest rising and falling slowly as he smiles in his slumber.   Pausing at the sight, she takes a deep breath before making her next attempt at compo

Daigan's book, entry '101'

Submitted by Daigan on April 14th, 2010
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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 '51'

Submitted by Daigan on February 28th, 2010
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''It all happened so fast. We were only just back from our trip to Bearn's house and all of a sudden she tells me to grab and snatch that woman. But eventually, why? Why did we do it? She of course had something in her possession that was not hers, and with what we did we got it back, or so we hope. But will there be a cost? She threatened to retaliate several times, but I took them lightly.

Daigan's book, entry '49'

Submitted by Daigan on February 27th, 2010
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''I have finally arrived in Waymeet, it took me quite some time to travel here, though it was worth the time. There are several signs of 'long-shanks' having stayed here, that's how the little people call us, long-shanks.
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