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Dear reader! I see you have picked up my excerpt of my travels somewhere! Very well, I hope you enjoy it. Today, I have started off from Dale, on my trusty camel, Kebab. He is a sturdy fellow, and carries all of my needed pouches and selling items on his back. It has been a fine week in Dale. A center of trade! So many other merchants... but now, I must away to other lands. Seeing as it is already quite late, I decided to stay the night in a little inn, which was called the "Travellers Tavern". My camel got a few strange looks from the stable boy, which was instantly solved with two silver coins. I can hardly finish writing, I am quite tired.
 * 1) title:Adventures of Rhamzea (Part One)
 * 2) author:Rhamzea the Merchant
 * 3) types:Dale


 * 1) title:Adventures of Rhamzea (Part Two)
 * 2) author:Rhamzea the Merchant
 * 3) types:Grey Mountains, ruins, orc dungeon

After an early start and breakfast, I left the "Travellers Inn" in high spirits. I am going West, and I shall not go south of the Greenwood, nor through it. Folk have been saying that strange things are at work there. I am going above it, to the North, and that is what brought me up here, to the Grey Mountains. Dwarves used to live here, but Gundabad orcs rule it now, although "rule" is a strong word. It was getting late, and neither my camel, nor I enjoyed the frosty wind which swept about us. Later that night, I found a quaint little cave for myself and my steed, and as I went inside it, I noticed a scuffle nearby. A hunched shape was crouching over something... or someone. As I got closer, I realized it was an orc! "I'll bleed you like a stuck pig!" it snarled at the shape. The shape didn’t respond, but it tried to struggle. I realized that the shape was smaller than the orc, and it could only be one thing! A dwarf! I have no particular love for dwarves, but they have always been kind to me, and I could not stand by this horrible creature as it hurt the dwarf. Jumping forward quietly, I stabbed the orc in the back, and closed its mouth with my other hand, to stop it from attracting attention. I waited, and the poison on my blade coursed through the orc, killing it. Bringing back my attention to the dwarf, I dragged it into the cave, and began to work.


 * 1) title:Adventures of Rhamzea (Part Three)
 * 2) author:Rhamzea the Merchant
 * 3) types:Grey Mountains, ruins, orc dungeon

As I was making a fire next to the dwarf, Kebab sat next to him. Once the fire was a merry little blaze, I went back outside, and took the orcs weapon, a crudely shaped sword, which wasn’t completely straight. Coming back inside, I measured the sword to the wound. The orc stabbed this dwarf in the side, but that wasn’t the worst part. Smelling the blade, there was no mistake. Poisoned, just like my dagger. The difference was, my poison was stronger, and growing up, I learned a fair bit about poisons. Digging through my pouches, I found a little waterskin, filled with a dark green liquid. Pouring a bit on the wound, I waited. The black poison inside the dwarf started to lessen, until it disappeared almost completely. There I sat for a while, until, with the first rays of dawn, the dwarf stirred. He opened his eyes a bit, and looked around. I handed him the waterskin, and told him to drink. He glared at me, and looked away. Telling him that this was medicine, I handed it back. He slowly took it, sniffed, and started to drink. Suddenly, his eyes opened a bit wider, and they shone a bit clearer, and he emptied the waterskin. “What is this magical drink?” he asked me. I looked at him, and answered “The jungles of Harad hold many secrets.” I took back the waterskin, and put it back in my pouch. “Stories are, you are evil men. I see now that is not so. What is your name, lad?” “Rhamzea.” I answered. He then told me that his name was Borin, and he was travelling to the Iron Mountains when an orc attacked him. Turns out, he too was a merchant! In gratitude, he gave me a blue dwarven helmet, beautifully made, and very light. It was a tight fit, but I felt a lot more protected. We parted ways, and I started off again, through the misty mountains and down a ways.


 * 1) title:Adventures of Rhamzea, (Part Four)
 * 2) author:Rhamzea the Merchant
 * 3) types:Ettenmoors, ruins, Misty Mountains

I have not written as I was travelling through the Misty Mountains. The journey was far too dangerous and unpleasant, to say the least. As I was stumbling down the Misties upon a very unpleasant camel, I saw land. A nice forest, with trees and the last rays of sunshine for the day! I rushed for the beauty, and wandered around, until I realized that I was quite lost, and that I was in fairly unfriendly territory. Finding a nice, tall rock, I camped by next to it, and made a nice fire. It would keep away any dangerous animals, but unfriendly eyes would see it for sure. I spotted a Gundabad orc shuffling in the deeper forest, but he saw that I wore the colors of Harad, and moved away. Knowing now that this land was ruled by the uneasy allies my people had befriended, I was more relaxed. As I was on the verge of sleep, I heard a very deep, low growl. At first, I thought it was a warg, but when I turned around, I spotted a sight ten times more worrisome. A troll had crawled out of a cave! I cursed myself for my stupidity. I was in the Ettenmoors! The troll saw me, and with two big steps, made his way to my encampment. “Well!” He exclaimed. “Dinner for Bert!” He stretched out one big crude paw, and grabbed me in one hand. Then, his eyes drifted to my camel, who was currently petrified by the sight of the troll. The troll reached another meaty paw for the camel, who in turn decided he wished not to become dinner for a troll, and promptly spit in the trolls face. The troll was, to say the least, very displeased. With a very loud shriek, the troll dropped me, and I scrabbled away, pulling out my dagger. It looked pitiful compared to the troll. The troll wasn’t after me however. He barreled at the camel again, who turned around and ran to me. Not stopping in time, the troll headbutted the tall rock, which, now that I think about it, resembled another troll turned to stone. The rock broke, and fell upon the troll, stunning him, but not killing. I charged with my tiny dagger, and stabbed the troll repeatedly who turned and cursed, and crawled out from beneath the rock. As he stepped towards me once again, he stumbled, tripped, and died. The poison of my blade worked quickly. I could not believe my luck. I have just, single handedly, felled a troll! I went back to my little camp, and fell asleep.


 * 1) title:The Adventures of Rhamzea (Part Four)
 * 2) author:Rhamzea the Merchant
 * 3) types:Ettenmoors, ruins

In the morning, as I woke up, I saw Kebab pushing his face into mine. My trusty camel, I honestly love him. I got up, and had a hurried breakfast. I had heard stories of trolls, and always there was a promise of great treasure hoarded up in a cave nearby, where the troll slept out the days. I was going to put it to a test. Soon enough, after wandering a bit, I found a cave entrance. It didn’t smell very nice, but there was no-one occupying it, and I decided that this must have been my trolls hideout. On the floor, a big mess of gold and silver coins were mixed in with bones and carcasses of other animals. I filled up my money bag, and took some to spare. This was a nice find! My eyes however, were drawn to the back. If a traveler is eaten by a troll, the troll takes all the belongings of the traveler! In the back, was the equipment not of a traveler, but of a warrior! It was a suit of armor, very thin and tall. It was too tall for me, but I was looking at the sword. A long blade, curved at the end a bit, with runes and letters inscribed along the hilt and guard. It was a beauty to behold, and, as far as I’ve heard, mine to take. I cleaned off the scabbard, and strapped it onto my waist. Filling up two more chests with coins, I put one on Kebab, and buried the other one for perhaps some future travels. Feeling quite accomplished, I rode Kebab south, away from this horrid place.


 * 1) title:Adventures of Rhamzea (Part Five)
 * 2) author:Rhamzea the Merchant
 * 3) types:Lone-lands, Rivendell, ruins.

As I travelled south by the Misty mountains from the Ettenmoors, I had the most wonderful surprise! Elves! I was moving through a forest, when I spotted a group of tall fair people. Elves! The fairest of all creatures! It was beginning to be noon, and the elves saw me as well. I came and greeted them, and they replied with a “Mae govanen!” They introduced themselves as Rivendell scouts, who were keeping their borders safe, and invited me to come dine with them at Rivendell, as they were just coming back to Rivendell from their shift. I accepted their invitation, and that day I sat in Rivendell as a guest, at the table of Elrond himself! He noticed my sword, and asked to see it. I then told him how I came by it, and even he seemed almost surprised. A fully-grown troll, felled by one man? He said that my sword was called Dammaran, the orc crusher. He handed it back to me, and said “May it prove more useful to you than its master.” I stayed in Rivendell for the night, and moved on the next day, with my new sword Dammaran. It sounded beautiful in a way, and I hoped it would see battle once more perhaps.


 * 1) title:Adventures of Rhamzea (Part Six)
 * 2) author:Rhamzea the Merchant
 * 3) types:orc dungeon, Eregion

As I came down from the lands of Rivendell, I found myself in Eregion. This trip was taking me all around the Misties, and yet I have sold almost nothing! I do like the adventure though. So, dear reader, whoever you may be, I hope you keep this certain page secret. I have been dropping off pages across my adventures, and this one is sure to get me on the orcs bad side. As I was trudging along in Eregion, I was just writing in my journal, and at times, singing. There wasn’t much to do there. It used to be a greater country, but that was before the Misty Mountains were taken away from the dwarves. Now, Eregion is a simple place, with nice land, but nothing special. As night was dawning, and I was considering sleeping beneath the stars, I saw a little house on the horizon! Once I rode up to it, I realized it wasn’t so much of a house as it was a wreck. There was a bit of wood and stone around, and I found their oven, but the house was abandoned. I spied a small chest in the corner, a simple wooden one, with a lock which rusted right off when I shook it. Inside were a couple of coins, a piece of bread, now so stale it felt like rock. On the very bottom, I almost missed the main piece. An old, but still sturdy iron spear. It wasn’t in the best shape, but was worth keeping. I was called over to the other side of the house by my camel, who was snuffling and grunting. It was a well, but had no water. However, the closer I looked, the surer I was, that this was no well. At least, not anymore. As I was ready to leave, I saw a light in the well. Suddenly, another one appeared. That wasn’t a light! It was an eye! With a scream, I fell in, and my sword flew out of my scabbard, glowing harsh blue. Eyes opened all around me, and I could hear growls and snarls. “Elven weapon!” “Traitor!” “Killer!” The blue light from the sword illuminated the room somewhat, showing the faces of about seven orcs, slant eyed and very, very angry. They cared not anymore that I was a Haradrim. I had an elven weapon, and that meant enemy, beyond any alliance. The orcs jumped on me, but the first one impaled himself on the spear which was still in my hand. It blended into the shadows a bit, too. I scrabbled up, but two more orcs jumped on me from behind. One pulled out a knife! I pulled them off me, and grabbed the sword with my other hand. An ugly foot stepped on it, pointing a sword at my throat. I stabbed with my spear, and that orc fell back as well. Turning around, I found the other five orcs have all produced their weapons. Ugly, dark swords, crudely made, and one had an axe. I sliced with Dammaran, and the two orcs’ heads fell clean off. It felt like cutting butter with a hot knife! Two other orcs ran at me from behind. I spun around, and stabbed at one with my sword, and the other with my spear. There was one left. Sword in hand, spear in the other, I waited for him. He did not attack however. Both of us were sizing each other up, when he pulled out a sword. He now had an axe and a sword! The orc charged at me, and I parried the first strike of his axe with my sword, and stabbed with my spear, but he blocked with his sword. He brought his axe down once more, but jumping aside, I stabbed his hand with my spear. He dropped the axe, and gave a blood-curdling scream. I brought down my sword for a final blow, but his sword was there. We stabbed and slashed and blocked and parried at each other. This was no simple orc! This was a chieftain! “I’ll skewer you like a pig!” screamed he, and the chieftain then took both of his weapons back, and kicked me in the side. I was knocked back, but he screamed in pain, as the dagger on my side pierced his foot. That did not stop him for long. He rushed at me again, and I was not fast enough. I twisted around, and ducked under the axe which would have knocked my head off, but he stabbed with his sword. He got me in the side, and it was the single most painful moment I have ever experienced in my life. The sword went almost right through, but the orc made a mistake as well. I was underneath him. With one last effort, I stabbed with my spear. I pierced his armor, and he was pushed up. In his eyes showed disbelief and failure. He died, dropping his sword and axe on the ground. The pain in my side was unbearable. The orc did his damage as well. I blacked out, still holding Dammaran.

I am not sure how long it has been. Perhaps hours. Perhaps days. Perhaps weeks! But for some reason, I have opened my eyes. I am still in the orc dungeon. Suddenly, a big, bushy face appears in my eyes. I almost yell in fright, but then I burst out laughing, which for some reason doesn’t hurt at all. “Well met Rhamzea! I believe it is time for me to repay you!” said Borin. The little dwarf gave me his hand, and helped me up. “It is no small wonder how you survived.” Continues he. I should believe it was at least a day and a half since you were felled by the orc.” He then went on and explained how he went up to the Iron Hills, met with his kin, and was on his way to Dunland to trade when he saw your camel, who brought them here. Seeing felled orcs below, he and the dwarves went down fearing the worst, and saw me on the ground, dead they thought. I was still breathing turns out, but barely. Rummaging through your bags, Borin found more of the liquid I used to heal him, and poured it over my wound. In a half hour or so, I opened my eyes! I thanked him for everything, and said I was forever in his debt. Borin disagreed, saying that we were now equal. He then asked if you wished to come with them to Dunland, and see the people there, and perhaps trade some more of my goods. I readily agreed, and before long, we made off into the distance. Four dwarves, and an “evil” man, now transformed. Adventure always continues! I hope you have enjoyed dear reader, whoever you may be. Off we went to Dunland, where my story will continue. Goodbye… for now.  
 * 1) title:Adventures of Rhamzea (Part Seven)
 * 2) author:Rhamzea the Merchant
 * 3) types:Eregion, ruins, Dunland