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Tinnudir, August 17th.

Submitted by Sindalea on September 22nd, 2021
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Official Document

A hawk soars above the Twilight Lake and heads southeastwards in a determined pace. Attached to his leg is a folded up piece of paper, sealed with bright blue wax, bearing the signet of a dagger.

 

“Tinnudir, August 17th.

 

Master,

 

Chronicle link: 
The Annúminas Chronicles

I Nendë Firin - The Dead Lake

Submitted by Mornenion on May 19th, 2019
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The elf's attention is drawn back towards the lake once more and he turns to look that way. The whole area is swarming with figures who move about, they don't seem to have a purpose or destination. They just move around aimlessly, some even stumble on each other. But there are too many. Mornenion would then look down at the undead to see if he could sneak past them using his fëa and get to where he caught a glimpse of the gate earlier.

Kinship/Band link: 
The Black Steel
Chronicle link: 
I Ránëo Avari
Abhorrent of the Unknown

One final adventure..

Submitted by Dagramir on September 17th, 2015
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Story

The flames licked higher and higher through his home, a searing heat arose from it all, embers burning at his eyes, but the lone, dark-clad man who stood in the center of the hall, stood fast. He would not have appeared to move, as the burning whirlwind whipped closer to him, nor did he seem that bit fussed. Dagramir stood, encircled by a rising wall of fire, one that he could not have even hoped to have escaped..

But that was never his intention.

Ultimatum.

Submitted by Damric on February 1st, 2015
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Diary

I am ill.

I have been bedridden for the last few weeks, my body wracked with disease.  It seems there is nothing the healers can do, besides identify the cause.

It is poison.

The Book Of Garmorn, Part One, Book One, Chapter Five - The Flames of Memory [[ARCHIVED]]

Submitted by Garmorn on August 2nd, 2014
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Official Document

Chapter Five: The Flames of Memory


It had been many years, since Garmorn had felt like this - So shocked, so powerless in the face of events. His younger brother, with emphasis on "younger", had the strength and willpower to offend him, so deeply that he might wonder if this had been some form of curse from Mahal, or a dream - A memory of the past, of his previous pain, and of the dark torture that took place nigh thirteen years ago, relative to the time that this tale is noting.

 

Chronicle link: 
The Book Of Garmorn - A History of the Manúr dynasty [[ARCHIVED]]

The Book Of Garmorn, Part One, Book One, Chapter Four - On Graves [[ARCHIVED]]

Submitted by Garmorn on August 2nd, 2014
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Chapter Four: On Graves

 

Laughter, is indeed a strangeness in itself, and oddity we can not truly contemplate. At times, laughter is a sign of happiness, and joy, at others - It is to respond, precipitate, to a joke, a crudeness of sorts, then at other times it is a thing that appears when once is strongly influenced by his mug at a tavern.

Chronicle link: 
The Book Of Garmorn - A History of the Manúr dynasty [[ARCHIVED]]

Upon Spending Time in the Barrow Downs

Submitted by Liruliniel on March 18th, 2013
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Poetry
Curious pathway, hidden by rock,
You beckon me, beckon me,
calling me to take stock,
of what great new wonders I may find,
ignoring the friends who might tell me to mind,
To mind!  To mind!  The cold icy hand,
the crawling death worm,
the lost of the land,
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