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The following is a piece of writing submitted by Gordag on October 31, 2014
"Part of the story of Cormeck that I'm scribling away at. "

Cormeck in - On my way, then....

Well, so my journey starts. Off to Bree it seems it is for me. Bloody father, why did he have to go and do that? How could he just leave me all alone like this? No wonder what happened happened. It was him that wanted to put me in charge. Well, that will teach him. For the sake of all good ale and laughter, I’m not going be here when he comes back, nope, sorry, I can’t, no can do. Not for me, sorry. Forget about it. If he’s not going to blast his hatches about the state of the roof, he’ll kill me when he sees what happened to he pottery. How was I suppose to know that bloody thing would explode? I only turned the lid on for a second. And when I woke up, the next thing I knew the whole room was blasted with pumping and pottery, and the roof half burned. Don’t even ask what happened to his prized pot. Now seeing as I am a man of reason, I decided to /rather/ just go to town to have a few ales over this deplorable condition that I now finds myself in. After I extinguished the cause of my menace, I came to realized a man can’t face such matters if at least not mulling it over with a ales; and father would in any ways only come back the day after tomorrow.

Needless to say, it turned a little ugly. A few ales only making the matter worse. Strange how you see the wisdom of your actions only when in state of drunken stupor?.What I can remember of that transpired during those few days, I would for the life of me not quite honest concerning some instances. And that is Fredrick’s fault, completely and utterly his fault. Okay, not really. Waking up on the day my father arrived, also didn’t help in the situation. Fredrick, what happened to him, I don’t know.
I’ve has heard that there’s a good few job offers in Bree. I need to find my own feet in this world. To be honest, I’m actually glad that I wouldn’t have to stare into that mug of fathers again. Ha, I’ll show him. Though I have to admit, I’ll miss him sometimes.

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