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The Quiet Root

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The days wore on with the quiet rhythm I had grown to trust , the creak of leather straps, the ring of axe on wood, the whisper of wind through the high grass. Eomen stayed. That, in itself, told me more than his words ever could.

The Weathered Watchman of Bancross

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Tall and broad of shoulder, Duncadda carried the weathered strength of a seasoned warrior, and now spends his days recovering at his farm in Bancross, his once-warm gaze turned watchful with the weight of long years.

The Weight of Peace

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The brushing soothed the horse more than it soothed me, though I suppose I pretended it did both. His coat, dark as a thundercloud, gleamed beneath my hand. He was a good creature. Strong. Still young, still restless. Much like another soul I’d been expecting. I heard the boots before the voice, quick, clipped steps that hadn’t yet learned to walk with patience. Then came the greeting, sharp with youthful pride.

The Burden of the Blade

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I am home. At least, that is what I tell myself as I cross the threshold of Bancross once more. The familiar sight of the village should feel comforting, but there is a weight in the air, subtle, yet unmistakable. The land has changed, or perhaps it is I who has changed. The streets are a little busier, the buildings a little taller, but there is no denying the quiet stillness that lingers here. Perhaps that is what makes it home.

Message home

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A dried parchment that is tightly rolled up and held together with a small string of hemp.

Message home

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A dried parchment is tightly rolled up and held together with a small string of hemp.

Towards Dunland

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Many months have gone since Duncadda and his friends left the mark, trying to secure trade and alliances with the dwarves of Erebor. Upon their return to their homeland, near Harwick, they are assaulted with dark tales about disturbances near the Dunland border. Disturbances about travelers being attacked and farms destroyed. When Duncadda hears about this, he bids his friends a hasty goodby and takes his leave.

Silent reflections

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After spending weeks setting up trade deals with the dwarves of Erebor, the old restlessness has started to haunt Duncadda again. The urge to return to the mark, has turned his mood darker. To avoid confrontation with their host, he has withdrawn to Dale and spends most of his time in solitary, awaiting words from his shield brother Waelden, regarding their return to Bancross.

Villagers of Bancross

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Of dwarves and men in Erebor - Journey's End

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The merry fellowship of dwarves and men finally met this journey's end in the deep halls of Erebor, and after a wondrous tour over many a stair and stone, a feast awaited for the long-legged guests in the Hall Under the Mountain.

Much drink and cheer were shared as new and old friendships blossomed and prospered, and the clash of so distant cultures led to many a heartfelt laugh and woken interest between the different folks.

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