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Post by Snubletraad on Nov 24, 2011 14:31:35 GMT -5
The darkhaired elf carefully unties the braided leather cord on his large leatherbound journal.  The first page reads... Nadril'ilthin Starmeadow
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Post by Snubletraad on Nov 24, 2011 14:41:51 GMT -5
The entry is written with a skilled hand in very beautiful espruar. *Dated*
I ran, but still it came at me. I had disturbed its rest and for that I would suffer. It was determined to make me suffer. The ground beneath my feet sizzled but my shielding saved me. Thank the Seldarine for their magic. Thank the Protector for his magic. I ran and never looked back. I emptied my supply of healing draughts and still it came. I ran.
I survived.
The entries from this point onward will detail the experiences and thoughts I have while venturing through this volatile land
~ Nadril, elven swordsmith. |
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Post by Snubletraad on Nov 25, 2011 3:24:59 GMT -5
The entry is written with a skilled hand in very beautiful espruar.
*Dated*
So far my kinsmen in Reitheillaethor have not been able to help me. I've also looked through a dozen tomes on forest creatures, but none reveal much about such a creature.
I will ask Captain Silverbow if his Rangers have ever seen one. Of all the creatures travelling the High Forest, his Rangers will know.
~ Nadril, elven swordsmith
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