Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-26486187-20170529032255

''' # Day 1: Arthedain has f1allen. Fire rips through its buildings and streets. The Orcs are murdering all in their path, pillaging the wrecking as they see fit. I can see it from here... Day 4: I'm trying to go North with a few other remaining soldiers. There is word that the King is dead, but I can't believe it. Lord Arvedui was a far to keen fighter to be taken down by some Orcish rabble. He must have escaped. There is no other way. Day 9: We are making good speed. However, {name: gondor_male} spent the entire day wailing. It was complete jabber by the sound of it, but it was enough to attract any Orc party. At nightfall we finally dicided to gag him. Day 12: Last night we were kept awake constantly by the howls of Wargs. The wailing from yesterday must have sttracted them. We have decided to turn a more Easterly route. We might even be able to find some more survivers. Day 15: We are entering a more misty and rough area. The ground seems to be blacker and harder here. Other than that, there is not much of note. Day 17: One of the horses has dissapeared. We currently suspect it must have wandered of into the night and fell foul of a few wolves, but we can't be sure. We have found traces of fire next to some dead trees. It has gotten only darker and more misty. We continue on our North-Eastern route. Day 21: {name: gondor_male} has dissapeared. He went out scouting this morning, but he should have been back by now. It's getting colder by the mile. I just don't get it. We should be in the Forests of Northern Rhudaur by now, but we haven't seen a tree in days. Day 27: It is snowing. We have spotted a large Goblin Band about 4 Miles West. We are starting to encounter a more hilly landscape, perhaps the begining of the Misty Mountains. Are food is running low. Day 32: {name: gondor_male} and {name: gondor_male} are dead. We don't know why. Was it poison? Cold? Hunger? I don't know. I don't care. Nothing matters in this hell. Day 34: Today it has hit us. We aren't in Rhudaur. We have somehow ventured into the heart of ANGMAR! We are already dead. Day 37: A Warg pack is following us. We found {name: gondor_male}'s body in the snow yesterday. We are famished, cold and sick. We continue East, knowing that at one point, the Wargs will catch us, of we will freeze, or we will starve. There is no escape. Day 41: The horses are dead. Eaten or starved. The Food is gone. It is just me, Echelior and Captain {name: gondor_male}. The walk on foot. The Wargs approach. Day 46: It is the end. Yesterday the Captain died of the cold. We lay down on the cold, hard stones, simply waiting for death. Day 47: Echelior died this morning. I'm the last one left.... For a moment I thought I heard Elven horns in the distance. No. ...They.. wouldn't come here. I.. I can't continue....If anyone finds this, tell my family their son.....has died a thousand deaths........ 
 * 1) Written by LordDainTheAwsome
 * 1) title: The Fall of Arnor
 * 1) author: {name: gondor_male) '''[What is the name for a Ranger Male?]
 * 1) types: angmar, ruins