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how fascinating they are

Submitted by Celebhir on March 22nd, 2010
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Darkness again. Beside me this northern Man stirs in his sleep, troubled. In the un-naturally quiet night even this small sound might draw unfriendly eyes to us. I rest my hands on Esteluinil lying ready in my lap, one hand on her hilt, the other finger-tip to knife-tip. So sharp, how I dislike her, how I love her.
Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

Cold chicken and burnt man

Submitted by Steora on March 22nd, 2010
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Rode my new horse ter Bree! Feh, stinks as bad as ever, that place. Had ter tell Him what I'd been a'doin' an' give Him what I found. Even if he cleans them up I don' see it being worth much. Still, 'taint fer me to tell Him His business, eh? He jus' looks at me, nodded His head and shoves the lot in a bag. The He says 'what have you seen? who have you met? what did you take? ...' He goes on an' on fer hours, never lettin' me sit down an' never givin' me a drink or nothin'.
Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

A clear night...

Submitted by Araenion on March 22nd, 2010
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*writen in steady handwriting, of one who spent many nights writing letters, poems, scrolls...a gentle hand* 

northern men, southern men

Submitted by Celebhir on March 12th, 2010
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And so, here i sit, at this dusty campfire, just off the road. Randir says we are safe here, surrounded by these.. what are they, beast or folk? Like unto the tree-herders, but without any trees it seems. They speak an ancient slow tongue, it rustles in my head like the leaves of an old book.
Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

old giffer

Submitted by Steora on March 8th, 2010
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Eh Steora Star-bright! I am a clever lass! I sold five old helms today! Two to the sour faced armor smith in the northmen camp, and three to a grim old giffer, tall as a house and face like an arguement gone wrong, for nine bits o' silver. heh. they were horrible things too.

Got most o' 'em offen these dead goblins i found. Some lad had stuck 'em good - an' good fer him I say. I got the arrows out o' them too, grey fletched, nice bit of work. 'Wine might make sommat out of 'em.

Chronicle link: 
The King's Man and the Faithful

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