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Dagramir

Reflection

Submitted by Faylyn on October 14th, 2017
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The bedroom was a picture of relaxation. The fire in the hearth was burning low now, after being neglected most of the night, casting golden, writhing shadows over the bed in a pleasant, soothing manner. The air was warm, not stifling; a perfect temperature for the shedding of clothing, in fact, and softly scented with hints of lilac, honey, and sweet spices. A subtle undertone of something else lingered. A more carnal scent it was, sweat mingled with the unmistakable tinge of human passion.

Remembering to Forget.

Submitted by Ashaia on October 8th, 2017
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Diary

I forgot how to love following my late husband.

I forgot how to lower my guard.

I forgot how to let someone in.

I forgot how to hold someone close.

I forgot how to smile to myself about something romantic.

I forgot how to clutch an offered hand.

I forgot how to kiss someone's lips.

I forgot how to not feel as lonely.

I forgot how to trust.

Chronicle link: 
The Raven and The Viper.

Sergeant of the Bloody Dawn

Submitted by Dagramir on August 25th, 2017
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Artwork: Painting

A troubled Dagramir stares away from his desk, and the growing mountain of paperwork that sat upon it. Finding the dim yellow light of the flickering candle over yonder all too captivating. That was, between the occasional glance over his shoulder to the sleeping body in bed behind him. Ever since accepting his role of Sergeant of the Bloody Dawn, he had found his nights had been spent less troubling taverns, and tormenting young women, and more with a quill in his hand, signing documents.

Source: 
https://slugette.deviantart.com/art/Edmond-Trevelyan-661900395
Kinship/Band link: 
The Bloody Dawn

Of friends and lovers

Submitted by Sairona on August 13th, 2017
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Diary

Found:

Clarity.

 

Since leaving Rohan, I've had naught but time to think. I could dwell on apprehensions of what lies in wait for me, but I'm tired of doing so. Rather, my mind turns to specific portions of that. Not to the fears I have concerning their various reactions to my return but to the people themselves. To the people I walked away from, to those I left behind, each individual so very different and yet so perfectly poignant in their own way. My thoughts lie with them.

Tyrn Fornech

Submitted by Dagramir on August 2nd, 2017
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The mountains were in sight. And, with a few more bags of silver to his name, Dagramir had set his attention to the north. He had, indeed, considered simply turning back and returning to the hectic mania that was his life of old, but the north called his name. Whispered sweet nothings into his ear to tempt him towards the unknown. He had to see it. He had to see it all.

The Wanderer

Submitted by Dagramir on August 2nd, 2017
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"-...ye have two days. If ye come back t' Ost Forod withou' a cart, ye're no' leavin' these lands wi' a head.", the gruff trader grumbled, one of his calloused hands having a rummage with the back of his reddened hair, "If ah find out tha' ye're no' worth the extra coin..."

Dagramir laughed, a foreign accent chiming out mirthfully through the ruins. Local men nearby turning their heads in annoyance to the clearly unwanted visitor. 

A tongue of silver, indeed.

Submitted by Dagramir on July 31st, 2017
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He had arrived in his intended location, finally. Ost Forod. A ruin, in every sense of the word, where he was certainly less than welcome. An attribute enforced by the glares, and turned noses, that he had been receiving since he had arrived. But, he was safe, at least, for that moment. His skills were those of merit, and warranted his breathing necessary.

Shadows and Regrets

Submitted by Dagramir on July 31st, 2017
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Chirp! Chirp!

Chronicle link: 
The Raven and The Viper.

Internal Monologues: IV - "Weightlessness."

Submitted by Dagramir on July 24th, 2017
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

As I sit here beneath this tree, staring out at this desolate place above the Trestlepan, I can only wonder on the nature of fate itself once more.

What a turbulent few days, these past moments have been.

Chronicle link: 
Internal Monologues of a 'Silver-tongued Stallion'

A Dangerous Pastime.

Submitted by Dagramir on July 20th, 2017
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Artwork: Drawing

Raven found the snake asleep
And, wanting him to eat,
With her beak bit him awake:
Waking up bitten,
He gave the bite back,
His caress kissed her off.

~

Aesop's Fables: 'The Raven and the Snake'

Source: 
http://nastyelf.tumblr.com/post/24802400949/just-a-very-fast-sketch-of-sandor-and-sansas
Chronicle link: 
The Raven and The Viper.

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