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1615 – Village of Dunwood (by MrZombez)
Dunwood, village of the Halflings. It is found west of the grand city of Al’Khazar, past the Golden Harvest Headquarters. Is is situated between the mountain named Elduren, and the old ruins. It is there that the Halflings can reside in peace, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the big cities , and having the…
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1484 – Fifteen Birds in Five Fir Trees (by MrZombez)
::Fifteen birds on five fir trees ::Their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze, ::But, funny little birds, they had no wings! ::O what shall we do with the funny little things? ::Roast ’em alive, or stew them in a pot; ::Fry them, boil them and eat them hot? :: :: Written By Len of…
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1485 – Roads Go Ever Ever On (by MrZombez)
::Roads go ever ever on, ::Over rock and under tree ::By caves where never sun has shone ::By streams that never find the sea ::Over snow by winter sown :: ::And through merry flowers of June ::Over grass and over stone ::And under mountains in the moon ::Roads go ever ever on ::Under cloud and…
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1481 – Rodrick’s Journal Vol.1 (by MrZombez)
Day 1 :: These cages in Winterfell are tight ones. These dogs they call Lords think that holding me here will change my ways. That these walls will break me. Phillip, my brother I hope that you are well. The darkness surrounds me, and with it I embrace my fate. They will leave me here,…
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1483 – Rodrick’s Journal Vol.2 (by MrZombez)
Day 56, Hour 14, Minute 56 ::How could you leave me to die like this brother? The hours I have spent here, serving your ::sentence.
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0675 – Changeling (by MrZombez)
:: The gallows tree is straight and tall :: Save for every jutting limb… :: And from a spot across the road :: I watched the tortured legs of him :: Who dangled there… :: The hangman laughed, :: So merry was the sight withal :: The hangman’s daughter, standing near, :: Was lovely as…
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0676 – The Destroyer of a Soul (by MrZombez)
:: I hate you with a necessary hate :: First, I sought patience: passionate was she: :: My patience turned in very scorn of me :: That I should dare forgive a sin so great :: As this, through which I sit disconsolate; :: Mourning for that live soul, I used to see; :: Soul…
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0581 – The Horrors of Sleep (by MrZombez)
Sleep brings no joy to me :: Remembrance never dies :: My soul is given to mystery :: And lives in sighs :: Sleep brings no rest to me; :: The shadows of the dead :: My wakening eyes may never see :: Surround my bed :: Sleep brings no hope to me :: In…