NarniaMUCK

Outside the Ruins
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You stand at the base of a huge, tumbled pile of rock that is overgrown with
grass and a few, scrubby-looking bushes. It appears to be the ruins of what
must have been a castle of some kind. In fact ...

And immediately following that:
Jana arrives home from the assembly at the castle, calling for her husband.
Myrd has been reading Tristran to sleep. He slips away from the youngster to join her at her call, putting on a front of indifference.
Jana smirks at his mien and leans forward ...

Immediately following the last RP:

Glyn watches the assembled Beasts gradually file away, letting out a deep breath at last as the crowd thins. He turns to Petraverd. "This is really happening, isn't it?"

Petraverd's glance drifts toward the general direction of the ruins, and he gives a slight ...

I was digging through my p#mails today and stumbled across this.
For those of you who remember him, I am fairly sure this was Berke:

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From: Tiny Woven Pouch of Figs
To: Jana, Lanisen, Loc, Myrd, and Zan
Date: 1488 days ago, May 30, 10:24:43 PM
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yrd and Jana’s Cottage [New Anvard](#19858R)
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You stand in a small, one-room cottage. The wood floor is grimy if clean-swept, the bed and adjacent crib in the corner have been left half-made. A few other articles of ...

My second nomination is my dear husband:

Myrd
Attractiveness: Since the dungeons, Myrd has no longer the Gaston-like physique which I once admired, but he still maintains some of the rugged good looks of his younger days, not unlike Indiana Jones. He is somewhat tall, and definitely dark and ...

Ahem. I have two nominations which I think are in order here, and am shocked that they have been thus far overlooked.

Raistlana
Attractiveness: Being Calormene, Raistlana is exotically tall and dark. She also has striking blue eyes and is extremely physically fit. Also, she is a human which is ...

Here's a song Jana sang while she was going a little loopy from imprisonment. I figure it's a folk song of some kind.

The Dairy Maid

Broken is the dairy maid;
she's lost her every farthing.
The little one's gone and spoilt the milk
for her master's bread this morning.

They say she cries--or weeps ...