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Pelargir

Sriva's Journey

Submitted by Sriva on December 20th, 2015
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The route, shown in blue, that Sriva traveled on her journey north into Gondor, followed by her escape into Eriador.

As instructed by her contract, Sriva traveled to Umbar and slew the Gondorian captain Haborthad, keeping to the shores of Harad for the longer part of her journey. From there, she made her way north to the Harad Road, following it until the time came for her to turn aside towards Pelargir.

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Map by J.R.R. Tolkien

Journal One - February, 3003 T.A.

Submitted by Edrastel on July 20th, 2015
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The Sixth of February, Year 3003 of the Third Age

I am Edrastel of Linhir, and I am a huntsman. My family taught me much in the arts of bringing down great beasts and prey in the fields of my home in Gondor, by the joining of the Rivers Gilrain and Serni. I have brought my trappings, my tools, my bedroll, and some small rations that I will use to ease my hunger when I cannot hunt game for my meals.

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Journals of Edrastel Curufaroth

The fall of the Wainriders - The rise of a cult

Submitted by Arangilas on May 27th, 2012
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IC this chronicle is authored by Arangilas - It also contains written accounts from Moradar - found by Arangilas

This Cronicle hold a lot of Lore towards the Battle Of The Camp - and the unrest that loomed in Gondor and nearby lands in the middle of, and towards the second millenia of the Third Age

The Cronicle sums up the written history between the Knights Of Eriador and Shades Of The Crebian - explaning why the Shades Of The Crebain are out to rid Middle Earth of the Knighthood.

First Journal, Fourth Entry - Contact

Submitted by Crow on June 2nd, 2010
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What a sudden and unexpected turn of events! Even to this moment, as I write these lines, I find it hard to believe what has transpired... He is still alive. Imrachil, the one man to whom I owe everything, even my own existence, is alive. How can it be? My own eyes witnessed his death. Five years ago, when the corsairs came once more for raid and plunder, when I was taken forcefully, enslaved, doomed to be serving in their ships...

 

First Journal, Third Entry - Bloodlust

Submitted by Crow on May 31st, 2010
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   These past few months have been much more productive than I could have possibly imagined. It is amazing how many people deserve death, if not worse. And each time I get rid of a target, it turns out another, bigger one was hiding behind it. Kill a slaver, only to find out the slavemaster he was working for. Kill the slavemaster, and the thread leads to the prosperous merchant, who curiously "rotates" his workforce much too often. 

First Journal, Second Entry - Homecoming

Submitted by Crow on May 31st, 2010
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   Finally, after a long absence, I have returned in Pelargir. This marvelous city, this giant slum, never ceases to amaze me. Nothing stays the same for long here, yet nothing ever seems to change. New taverns erupt on top of the old ones, but the filth and the misery still remain. New guards and guard captains appear, yet corruption and abuse of power are still everyday sightings. Honourless crooks, corrupted tax collectors, the unconcerned nobility, desperate peasants...

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...

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