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Eroforth

To Trestlebridge

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The first thing that Fion saw when the entered The Thristy Boar was a letter left on the counter for him. He took, it, poured a mug of ale and took his usual sit on the stage. He made to take his pipe and start smoking but seeing who it was he released the pipe from his grasp and kept reading, drinking the ale every now and then.

Missive to Fiontann

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Fiontann, my friend,

 

I am in need of your help. I am not one to tangle my words, so I will come straight to the point.

 

A Merry Gathering at The Thirsty Boar

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Visiting Friends

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Owena’s sweet shop was small, homey, charming, and very, very crowded. She hadn’t expected such a group, but as she stayed around, it didn’t sound like it was an uncommon occurrence. However, the baker handled it well. At least, she dealt with the volume of customers well; she was, however, a tad naïve about some of the types in her shop. One, a drunkard, wandered into the back room and might have gotten into all sorts of mischief if he had not been so docile.

Flying High

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Flying kites on top of the Colossus.

One does not simply walk into Mordor...

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... Unless you are as brazen as Taaloforth! - OOC of course :-)

Typical bad timing

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Diary

Found;

A minor setback.

 

Well, it's not so minor. It has the potential to be deadly in quite a major fashion if I'm not careful, but needs must!

A Matter of Coin

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The afternoon sun was just past its pinnacle in the sky and on its way descending towards the horizon when it paused to shed light on the hard-working town of Trestlebridge. It brought forth sweat from the necks of carpenters sawing down lumber, glinted against the swords of guards practicing combat, and illuminated the anxious faces of mothers trying to feed their children with little in their larders.

Of friends and lovers

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Diary

Found:

Clarity.

 

Since leaving Rohan, I've had naught but time to think. I could dwell on apprehensions of what lies in wait for me, but I'm tired of doing so. Rather, my mind turns to specific portions of that. Not to the fears I have concerning their various reactions to my return but to the people themselves. To the people I walked away from, to those I left behind, each individual so very different and yet so perfectly poignant in their own way. My thoughts lie with them.

New plan!

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Diary

Found:

A new plan!

 

Today has been interesting.

Neyaa. Dear, darling, delectable Neyaa! Oohhh, that woman!

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