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Rough sketch of Leksa

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Artwork: Drawing

((Leksaaaaa!! I wanted to at least get a basic portrait of her done, so here she is! B^)
I may add a bunch more scars on in the future & maybe add some tattoos, but I'm sort of happy with her for now!))

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Drawn by me, myself and I

Flighty Robin

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Story

There came a day when Redwick left the Riddermark and Snowbourn that he was so fond of to return Bree-land where he wished to see his friends and companions once more. Though, what he found was more than what he expected and with Therwen tending to his daughter Erline with all her Redwick often lacked the close companionship he once had with her, though he continued to love her and Erline all the same. For he knew that there were a difference between a lover who is a stout shield-maiden and a mother.

Wanderings of a Hunter

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I’ve been staying in Rivendell for a while now. I asked about what the Warband of Imladris do… and I was told there are reports of their travels… and many of them. So the elves have been helping me with reading and with my letters. They say keeping a journal might help. 

Eofeole, the Wayfarer's Travels

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This Chronicle is supervised by Eofeole

Eofeole has had many travels, met many faces and entered many towns. Where will his feet take him next? There is no certainty of where Eofeole is going, but what is certain is that he is going somewhere. There is no certainty of who or what he may meet, but what is certain that he shall meet others.

Unexpected Outcome

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The sun shone brightly on the clear blue sky, the sunlight piercing through the dense canopy of trees in Far Chetwood. The seemingly undisturbed peace and quiet within the forest could fool almost anyone that it was devoid of life – but Maevelen knew better than that. Despite the dark stories and rumors regarding the forest, Far Chetwood was teeming with wildlife – it was all a matter of knowing where to look and knowing to listen; the fine tracker senses the elven huntress possessed also helped greatly.

 

View from the Wilds

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Screenshot: General screen

Looking out over the Lone Lands.  I was sent to dispatch a group of orcs, namely their leader, and collect their orders.  I was also commisioned to locate a certain rangers bow.  Apparently the thing was precious.  I'll never understand how some people can get so attached to a chunk of metal or a piece of wood.  I can understand an heirloom of sorts.  But a sword one purchased for themselves?  That's a little silly.

Glorthuil's Farewell

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

"Hear my laughter, not my feet.

As they run before me

hear them bleat.

Don-a-don-derry! Ho!"

"For my laughter cares not,

for their running cries sound

as their blood does clot.

Don-a-don-derry! Ho!"

"Hear the draw string thwak!

Day turns black!

With feathered arrows in their back!

Don-a-don-derry! Ho!"

"I bear no ill thought,

The Hunter

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Screenshot: General screen

After many hours patiently waiting near the waterside, the hunter finally spots his prey coming down to the water to drink under the cover of night.

Hallothel's notes. page 1.

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

 

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