Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-30079501-20170606200700

The letters of a Merchant of Harad to his wife, while away during his travels. As with Drago's story about Timur, I'm going to attempt to make the manner of speaking a bit different than what the English ear is accustomed to, in order to simulate the stylistic differences between Harad and the peoples to the North. I hope to add more letters over time.

 My dear {name:Southron_female}, whose kiss be sweeter than my finest dates,
 * 1) written by reddieeddie
 * 2) author:{name:Southron_male}
 * 3) title:To my wife
 * 4) types:near_harad, far_harad
 * 1) types:near_harad, far_harad

The desire I have to write thee has been ever in the eye of my mind, and in the sight of a lovely daisy, I am compelled to bring my desire to fruition. Oh, the flowers beheld by mine eyes are beautiful, yet withered stubble are they when I contemplate the memory of your countenance!

For eleven risings the scorched sands we traversed, seeing none but ourselves; by the light of the twelfth we glimpsed with joy the riverbank of verdant green. Quickly felled were four trees by the axes of my companions; a raft they composed, and on seemingly quiet waters we crossed. Alas, when nigh appeared the southern shore, beset we were by a hungry crocodile! Quick thinking enough had our friend, {name:Southron_male}, for my goods he tossed onto the land before overturned our raft became. A brief swim was necessitated then, and our strength we exerted to the utmost in our race against the ferocious beast. Oh, the screams of my companion, {name:Southron_female}, when taken was her smallest finger by the jaws of the monster! Yet, strangely fortunate are we that more was lost not.

The crocodile having been escaped from, our search in earnest began for the Lion-men, with whom trading was our mission. To great fortune of ours, a small village of theirs lay but a thousand camel hooves to the south. Here it was decided to mend our injuries, enjoy the dark peace, and wait for the rising before trading began.

When the rising came, many of the Lion-men approached us, the light of curiosity in their eyes. Willing to trade are they, yet always driving a bargain harder than the skin of the Troll-men. One of them, indeed, had passion enough to compel me to trade at the tip of his spear! Nevertheless, our coins increased threefold, and I have acquired some delightful trinkets for you, my most dearly beloved. But now, onwards we must press, for other faces beckon, and other trades must be made.

Oh, lady, the fruit of my heart, how fare you in your illness? It is my truest hope that swiftly and completely you may recover! Alas, that this trip is not taken with you. In good health may this letter find you, my love!

This turned out way longer than I thought it would be. xD More to come, hopefully 