The Garden of a Hundred Names: Durakiss Mourneth Her Lost
By Eleawen Galathiel There be days when e’en the most mischievous quill doth grow gentle. Upon this day, the breeze
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By Eleawen Galathiel There be days when e’en the most mischievous quill doth grow gentle. Upon this day, the breeze
Read MoreBy Eleawen Galathiel The wind doth carry the lies of men, yet the forest doth whisper truth. As truly as
Read MoreBy Eleawen Galathiel « The wind doth carry the lies of men, yet the forest doth whisper truth. » A
Read MoreWhilst the docks of White Harbor did bleed ‘neath Oloth’s blows and the swarms of the Hive did darken the
Read MoreBy Eleawen Galathiel The mist that morning over White Harbor was so thick one might have thought the sky itself
Read MoreBy Eleawen Galathiel As the sun did scarce rise o’er Durakiss’ walls, a tale did sweep through the city like
Read MoreBy Eleawen Galadiel Whilst the first rays of the sun did barely kiss the rooftops of Durakiss, a dull roar
Read MoreBy Eleawen Galadiel Last Sunday past, whilst the wind did blow ‘twixt the hills of Mur County Center like a
Read MoreWhilst the first rays of the sun did caress the vineyards of the Royal Forest, a rumour did sweep through
Read MoreWhilst the morning mists did still cling to Durakiss’ docks, a discovery did set both tongues and hearts aflutter: a
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