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by Emer O Treasaigh
Tue May 04, 2004 11:46 am
Forum: The Streets of Rhy'Din (shared)
Topic: The future's past
Replies: 3
Views: 1801

The Guardian Swords of Rhy-Din return

Emer wandered through the old forest on her way back to Rhy-din. The undergrowth was quite thick in places and her skirts kept gettin caught on brambles and twigs. "Och, twas a bad idea te take the forest back te town" she muttered as she pulled once again at her skirt. The path seemed to ...
by Emer O Treasaigh
Sun May 02, 2004 1:23 pm
Forum: The Streets of Rhy'Din (shared)
Topic: The future's past
Replies: 3
Views: 1801

One Step Forwards

As she emerged from the trees at the lower end of the meadow, Emer stopped dead in her tracks. The lone Tree at the top of the rise had grown immense in the intervening years, and as she walked slowly up the slight hill her could see white flowers blooming in profusion around the Tree. Her eyes move...
by Emer O Treasaigh
Sun May 02, 2004 1:20 am
Forum: The Streets of Rhy'Din (shared)
Topic: The future's past
Replies: 3
Views: 1801

the past's future

Emer had waited to talk to the handsome Caller Steven. She felt at ease with him, as if she had known him forever. He had invited her to Twilgiht Isle for the night. She expected him to try something, as most lads she had met in the past had done. But he had talked to her and shown her about this lo...
by Emer O Treasaigh
Sat May 01, 2004 12:10 pm
Forum: The Streets of Rhy'Din (shared)
Topic: The future's past
Replies: 3
Views: 1801

The future's past

Emer walked down the steps from her room at the Inn. She wasn't used to sleeping in a real bed, her home had been in the depths of the Irish forests with her father's sister. It was in that quiet, sun dappled place that she had finally healed from all the darkness that had poisoned her heart & s...
by Emer O Treasaigh
Tue Apr 20, 2004 2:19 pm
Forum: The Streets of Rhy'Din (shared)
Topic: A small Irish package
Replies: 0
Views: 1183

A small Irish package

A small figure peers out of the trees at the edge of the wide road at the outskirts of the city. Her russet brown skirt and dark green bodice made her slight figure difficult to discern through the thicket. "Wal, tis as me granny said.. so many folk jus traispin' through the town! I'll ne'er be...

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