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hyrien

A hunt, a dinner and a job

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

It was late in the afternoon when Fiontann went a walk to Rossethor and Nimeway's house.

Clinging to Life

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

"There is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world"


It was late evening and Neyaa had not felt the child move since yesterday morning.

A Leathery Journal - (21st entry) Back at Dawn

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Hello again my leathery friend. Been a few days since last we spoke, last time must have been while I was still in the mountains.

A Bloody Dawn meeting in Brandyhills

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Screenshot: General screen

Guard of Gondor

What type of content is this?: 
Artwork: Drawing

Within the dusky, dark confinements of The Prancing Pony, Hyrien sits with an old piece of parchment and starts to draw as she waits for someone.  Memories of times gone past, this particular one of a Gondorian Guard she often saw round the market place in Minas Tirith.

 

 

Source: 
( my own drawing)

A Feverish Cold

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The firelight danced on Teleyn's face, heating her already flushed cheeks. Small drops of sweat rolled down her forehead as she shivered under the bear skin and blanket. The warmth of Nimeway's tea had finally worn off and she was cold once again.

Chapter 2 - A scar on cheek and mind.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Her breath echoed in her head. The hand clasped around her throat, becoming tighter every second that the correct answer was not given. Her eyes snapped open and studied the man with strained focused.

The man, stood before her like a mountainous troll. His eyes, fearsome to look upon and his stare sending shivers down her spine.  His face was chiseled, though it was frightening to look upon as his skin held many scars as well as an eye, whitened by damage of battles gone by. She feared to look upon him. There was something unwholesome about the man. Something not human.

A Poem - On Hyrien of Gondor

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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Oh far in the South lived a Gutter-rat, fat

Hyrien be her name, or so was her claim

Not of the White City was she,

But of the capital of Lamedon, Calembel, seemingly

 

She needed coin, but unlike her mother, she wasn't willing to sacrifice her groin

From pouches they clattered, coins silver and battered

Chapter 1-Broken Memories

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

The moon glowed high in the sky by the time Hyrien had got back to her home. The cold wind blew through her dark hair and the strands fell in front of her eyes, making it hard to see the key in the lock.  She snarled under her breath in frustration, shivering from the icy touch on her skin and it was at that moment she heard the lock click and she entered. The house was quiet. A usual occurrence these days from what once was busy household. However since the hall was built there were little to no visitors, though that bothered her little.

The sigil of the Bloody Dawn

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Artwork: Artscreen

A sigil for the Dawn, created by Hyrien

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