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Chicken Fun: Ered Luin- Flight and Light

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"And at last they see the light
And it's like the sky is new
And it's warm and real and bright
And the world has somehow shifted..."
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While on their way to speak with the lynx mother at Thrasi's Lodge, the "Quacky Chickens" spot some strange "stars" floating in the water and stop to enjoy the sPECKtacle of midsummer lanterns drifting down the Lhûn. 

 

** Lyrics taken from "I See the Light" and Screenshot credit goes to the player of Finchley **

Salvation!

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When your kinmate saves the day!

A Reply to Finch

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(( Note: This character Lorniel is not to be confused with the in-game NPC ))

(( The following letter is penned in a firm, bold hand; clean, clear, and without ornamentation, though not as precise and beautiful as courtly writings. It was written on a sheet of rather good-quality paper, which only suffered one or two minor splatters of ink, and placed inside an envelope of heavy, waxed parchment, which was sealed with a green wax bearing the stamp of a familiar shield and spear. ))

Finch,

Breakfast At Nitumbu's

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Fiddling in the Rain

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Rooftop Rave!

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Her Final Bow

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"So, you've finished it."

Otherworldly Lodgings

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Taite and Tairy arrive at the graciously offered home of Cesistya's aunt, to serve as their accommodation during their visit to the Sea. 

Entry 7: Cycles

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Diary

Again. It happened again.

I am always wrong. I know better than to trust my hesrt. Fickle are the hearts of men, and even more fickle are those who offer promises. I wish I could bring myself to love women, I get along fine with more women.

I knew better than to trust this man with my heart. I knew better...

Thandind - A Day in the Life

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Two Elves sat perched upon a high branch. Garbed in grey cloaks, they would appear like two rock-pigeons of extraordinary size. If one had any hope of seeing them, that is, for they were March-wardens of the Forest, soldiers of the White Lady and the Wise Lord, and none could mark their passing - or perching - lest they wished for it. From here they could survey all who walked or crawled or slithered upon the forest floor that was their duty to watch.

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