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Dragons

The Elf-witch's Heart

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N/A

When an elf-witch falls in love with the legendary Captain Maeltheon, they risk catching the eye of enemies...

Dragon Bones

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Screenshot: General screen

"There is a foul stench on the air."

Although both are pleased to leave the oppressive forest, their discovery of the bones of a fair sized dragon fill them with revulsion. 

"This must be the remains of Smaug," Danel says, thinking of Glaurung.

Estarfin climbs on the bones, and shrugs. He still isn't taken by her idea they do a little Dragon hunting before they leave the north. 

"Have a care, Danel. You speak of the days of glory, and perhaps you remember our strength of old too well on this journey."

Chapter X: The Dragon's Maw

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Then Linglorel spoke to her Dúnedain lord:
„No, don't draw your shining sword,
And, for our love, speak not a word
Until I charm the dragon, else may all be lost,
And of this quest our lives yet pay the cost.”

Chapter V: Linglorel's Lament

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Story

The Dragon!

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Poetry
Oh, don't you play upon that hill
That winding path will lead to ill
A wicked creature lives up there
That watches with an evil stare
Abandon hope if you go near
The bravest folk are known to fear
Dragon!
Dragon!
Also known as Sackville-Baggins!
 
For if you knock upon her door
She'll greet you with a mighty roar
And thunder strikes upon the ground
As she madly stamps around
It's best you turn and run away
For then you'll live another day!

Unscary Dragons

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry
I am surely not scared of a dragon
I've seen one about in the sky
And it seemed rather small
It was nothing at all
I wouldn't be scared if I tried
 
It wings were thin and transparent
They really were delicate things
If it flew over trees
There'd be barely a breeze
Unlikely if terror it brings
 
And it's skin was not lumpy nor scaly
But more of a radiant green
No scales on its back
Sharp horns did it lack

[[ARCHIVED]] The lives of the Frithdalian lords

Author: 
IC: Gorogisil, OOC: Garmorn, Published By: Not yet published, Kept by: House Valantris

Written by Gorogosil, a Dwarf whom has recently found himself in the service of the scholar and herbalist, Rukhmorn, this book consists of several essays - specifically on the lives of the Frithdalian lords.
 

Dancing With Drakes

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

The hillman had stood at the edge of a cliff, pointing to a distant mountain range, black against the blood-red sky.  The cold bite of the northern wind had been nothing compared to the chill in his next words. 

“A winged host of worms.”

The trail of the orc host – and the prisoners they caried – had gone cold, and they had had little choice but to barter with this crude man of Aughaire for information that might save them days of wandering aimless in Malenhad.  But the price for that information had been steep. 

Protecting Your Interests Re: Elves - a Song

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

The elves would gladly die for gems,
They delight in keeping rankour'd
Give me a dwarf who doesn't mind, and mines -

to hit the pay dirt!

A 'Suilad Melon' may be quite continental,
But mithril is a dwarf's best friend!
An oath may be strong, but it won't pay the rental - 
On your humble halls,
Or help you when a dragon calls!

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