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Faustino

Profiles - Bree Underworld

Submitted by Ariskandir on February 28th, 2013
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((These are a series of notes Ar-Iskandir keeps in his safe house, under lock. He is frequently updating the information))

 

Profiles - Bree Underworld

 

All the Treasure belongs to me

Submitted by Faustino on October 18th, 2011
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Faustino's Journal, the sum

Submitted by Faustino on October 18th, 2011
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Diary

Faustino’s Journal, eightteent night since the tenth moon of this year. Sitting here in my house, boring myself almost to death. few nights back i got a small injury to my chest and ribs, and a light concusion... or what ever its called. seems every step i take costs me all of my breath.

This bloody Gondorian and his massive shield....

Luckily i will get a visit soon, from a special person... one that takes good care of me.
I feel with her by my side i can take on everything, and that i will recover swiftly.

Faustino's Haradrim outfit

Submitted by Faustino on June 28th, 2011
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Closing another chapter...

Submitted by Loriandra on November 5th, 2010
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Well... I'm alone again.

Last night I had a talk with my beloved Faustino. I told him our relationship had to end, even though I didn't want it to happen. The problem is that since we've been a couple, he's been gone more than he spent time with me. I couldn't deal with that anymore.

Third Journal, Second Entry - On The Road

Submitted by Crow on May 22nd, 2010
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Arrived at the Old Bridge today. Well the Greenway is certainly not a nice place to be taking a stroll after all... Filled with highwaymen, desperate people preying on the travellers. Heh, not that there are many travellers these days... I've been riding for six days straight, and I've only encountered about a dozen of them... Poor scared people, on the flight to the north. As if there are no problems or threats up there...

Faustino's Journal, Revenge

Submitted by Faustino on February 3rd, 2010
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Faustino’s Journal, first night since the second moon of this year. Carridan Estate, There she sat the murderer of my daughter Sharine.

Faustino's Journal, moved

Submitted by Faustino on October 8th, 2009
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Faustino’s Journal, Seventh night since the tenth moon of this year. Pimbledore Bree-land, It has been two full moons since my last writing. I moved out of Bronhaven, it was not save anymore. i could feel the breath of past heating up in my neck. chết sâu non... bạn sẽ bị cháy trong mắt... Haradrim speaches of old in my mind... can it really be, will he be back. but for what purpose... I still don't know.. i should be careful, stay in for a while keep out of sight.. Advice my family not to speak of me, and not to think of me.... I...

dice and dangerous men

Submitted by Steora on August 24th, 2009
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i got m'coin all stolen in that Pony. All done afore my eyes an' all... so I aint complainin'... done well too, it was. Olver, Wolt and that Rose lass, they cleaned me out proper. Heh. still, Olvar kept buying the ale... so I reckon I drank more coin than i actually lost. An' he bought me a room too. So... in truth, I won! I wager they wished they'd worked on a lass with more coin, though. I suppose I played cos i was bored, interestin' to see what tricks they were using.

Faustino's Journal, Dead Elf

Submitted by Faustino on August 11th, 2009
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Faustino’s Journal, Ninth night since the eighth moon of this year. Bree, I killed an Elf today, shot him clear through the throat, he dropped to the floor as blood was pouring out of his wound, another elf ducked down and sat next to him, but it was to late, i saw his strength leave as he collapsed. I sheathed my Crossbow on my back, and made a run for it, have they seen me? Maybe, but who cares, I'm like a shade running over the rooftops of Bree, they won't figure out who it was, "hah" Not in a million years.

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