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Pony

Logbook of the wanderer Part one - Chopping off hands and bleeding men

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

Today I arrived in the settlement called 'Bree town'. The people here are a laugh, they don't look like warriors but they still boast about their victories in the local tavern called the Pony. 

Odhric saddles up in Mazarbugund

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The Pony - A Poem

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

Leaping and bounding
Hooves are a-pounding
Running around and
Galloping far
Teeth that are chattering
Hooves are a-clattering
Pitter and pattering
Follow that star

Mane that is flowing
In wind it is blowing
Eyes that are glowing
Swishing it's tail
On hills that are rolling
Trotting and strolling
Gentling cajoling
Homeward the trail

There's a Pony in my Garden

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Poetry

There's a pony in my garden and it's eating all the flowers
Nonchalantly standing there; devouring them for hours
Casually ignoring all the wind and rain and showers
How I wonder whose the pony is that's eating all my flowers

Mostly eating yellow flowers, but it also likes the blue
Now I come to think of it, it eats the red ones too
Truly doesn't seem to matter, all of them it chews
At the rapid rate it's munching them, there'll soon be very few

Funny stuff, some time ago in pony

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Atmosphere 1

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This is where you usually find me these days. (I'm the dwarf with the harp...)

the final rest is aquired with vengeance.

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Story

Seriale was staring at the fire in the Pony... then a familiar voice sounded behind his left shoulder... the voice, of a murderer. Samfin... Killed of Dalgaroth... a friend of Seraile...

He could feel his heart beating in a controlled manned, his hands flexing, attempting to controll himself.. not to lose it... it must be done in a clean way... but of course they will find him.. its always him they go to... thats why they killed Dalgaroth... Because the fools were mistaken on who killed Goddefrid.. captain of the Trestlebridge guard...

The crazy dwarf

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Story

Last night, I was working at the Prancing Pony as usual, but this time not with Erelayn. Erelayn had been attacked the night before and was resting at home. Anyway, instead of Erelayn, a young man called Theodrit was helping me out. In the afternoon, I was cleaning some tables when this dwarf named Garison ran up to me and shouted, "The prancing pony will be mine!'' I looked at him confused. He then ran off and started a conversation with a man named Miradon. I'm not sure what the dwarf said to upset him, but the next thing I knew they were having a duel outside the Pony.

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