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Bree

Upon departure, chapter two.

Submitted by Rhoana on October 13th, 2009
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Rhoana awoke to a peaceful dawn. The sound of a gentle breeze hummed its way through the blades of grass and a blanket of blue sky and clouds passed over-head. She found herself amongst brush and stone and a sudden, swift reminder of her predicament came to the fore through throbbing pain. She took to her feet, the passing of hours unknown as she hurriedly made her way across the fields.

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The Lossoth

Upon departure.

Submitted by Rhoana on September 26th, 2009
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She awoke in the dark, the sound of gruff voices around her and a gentle flickering of flame. She was outside, and the wind passed over the fire causing lengthy, distorting shadows. She let her eyes adjust to her surroundings. There appeared to be only three men about the fire, of which none were sparing a watchful eye over her. Rhoana stayed as still as able as she looked about cautiously for her belongings, mainly her bow and knives.
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Breakfast at dawn

Submitted by Whindaer on September 6th, 2009
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Hunters are up with the sun... although this night I slept little, as I was waiting for my dear spouse.

Bree fields.

Submitted by Joy on August 19th, 2009
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The peace and tranquilty which can be found North of Archet and the surrounding lands.

Bree-lands fields.

Submitted by Gleorwyn on August 13th, 2009
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The Northern most fields of Bree stretch at length...I often ride accross them freely, providing a pleasant change to the restriction of roads.

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.

Faustino's Journal, The Courier

Submitted by Faustino on August 9th, 2009
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Faustino’s Journal, Eight night since the eighth moon of this year. Bronhaven, A knock on the door, I tilted my head while I was sitting in my chair, who could it be, I walked to the door, opened it and there was a man, introduced himself as “the courier” he handed me a pouch filled with silver coins, and a letter…

A heavy heart in Bree

Submitted by Yarassi on August 7th, 2009
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It had been a while since he had set foot inside the town of Bree, and his heart was filled with a loathing several leagues before he reached the gate, a loathing he was trying to keep at bay by wearing a false smile upon his lips. Even Haeleth his mount dipped her head and slowed herself to a canter, her ears pulled back in protest at the quality of stabling on offer.

Argewyn, The story of her life. Chapter two, Disbanded.

Submitted by Argewyn on August 6th, 2009
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Chapter two, Disbanded.

I found myself underneath some ruins, The Snow storm was no more, but that didn't mean the cold was gone either. If it wasn't for the food the Elf gave me, I would not be here right now.
I woke up, underneath those ruins I found after wandering around Bree-town. Later I found out that that place was called 'Beggars Allay' Typical for me to find shelter there. I thought about my father, and if he would still be here? Was he looking for me? No he would never.

The streets of Bree

Submitted by Gleorwyn on August 6th, 2009
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