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imported>Ianlogic at 15:18, 11 February 2019

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	Morwath raised an eyebrow, recalling their recent adventure within Crag Un, “I believe so – it is written on the walls of Minas Tiris.”		Morwath raised an eyebrow, recalling their recent adventure within Crag Un, “I believe so – it is written on the walls of Minas Tiris.”



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	''Of Aerandir and Meghan''		''Of Aerandir and Meghan''


	The leaves were long, the grass was green,		The leaves were long, the grass was green,

imported>Ianlogic at 15:15, 11 February 2019

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	The key seemed to have worked as, by the time Morwath focussed on his surroundings, the great iron doors were open. The dwarves were prepared: setting up great shields in case of opposition, producing lanterns in case the passage beyond was not lit and organised themselves into an attacking formation. In their midst Morwath crouched behind raised buckler and with scimitar in hand. Even Enrodire looked nervous. What had the enemy in store for them they wondered?		The key seemed to have worked as, by the time Morwath focussed on his surroundings, the great iron doors were open. The dwarves were prepared: setting up great shields in case of opposition, producing lanterns in case the passage beyond was not lit and organised themselves into an attacking formation. In their midst Morwath crouched behind raised buckler and with scimitar in hand. Even Enrodire looked nervous. What had the enemy in store for them they wondered?


	[[Dor Destiny Poem]] {''already on wiki''}		[[Dor Destiny Poem]] {''already on wiki''}
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	Of Aerandir and Meghan		An extract from a longer poem - [[Aerandir Poem]]

			''Of Aerandir and Meghan''

	The leaves were long, the grass was green,		The leaves were long, the grass was green,
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	And in her raiment glimmering.		And in her raiment glimmering.


	There Aerandir came from mountains cold,		There Aerandir came from mountains cold,
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	He walked alone and sorrowing.		He walked alone and sorrowing.


	He peered between the hemlock- leaves		He peered between the hemlock- leaves

imported>Ianlogic at 14:51, 11 February 2019

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	The key seemed to have worked as, by the time Morwath focussed on his surroundings, the great iron doors were open. The dwarves were prepared: setting up great shields in case of opposition, producing lanterns in case the passage beyond was not lit and organised themselves into an attacking formation. In their midst Morwath crouched behind raised buckler and with scimitar in hand. Even Enrodire looked nervous. What had the enemy in store for them they wondered?		The key seemed to have worked as, by the time Morwath focussed on his surroundings, the great iron doors were open. The dwarves were prepared: setting up great shields in case of opposition, producing lanterns in case the passage beyond was not lit and organised themselves into an attacking formation. In their midst Morwath crouched behind raised buckler and with scimitar in hand. Even Enrodire looked nervous. What had the enemy in store for them they wondered?

			[[Dor Destiny Poem]] {''already on wiki''}

	What of the light, the sun, its faded		What of the light, the sun, its faded

imported>Ianlogic at 12:57, 5 February 2019

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imported>Milai: Created page with '“Morwath, we need your help…” the voice entered Morwath’s mind subtly, as if it were on the periphery of his consciousness. “Help your old allies; we need your couns…'

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