Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-36999563-20180923222634


 * 1) author: King Bakari II
 * 2) title: The Battle of Two Towns, Part I
 * 3) types: near_harad, far_harad, half_troll

The magnificent king Bakari II of the fifth generation of his dynasty and his mighty army marched through the great desert north of our land, crossed the cold plains and humid forests of gondor facing various minor attacks until they encountered the enemy in rohan. The territory, which we called the valley of the two cities, for in the distance we could see that there were two colossal walled fortifications, with hundreds of armed soldiers. For centuries, our specific people learned to use the armor of the men of the north, and we had recruited the great trolls of the east of our land, so our army had forty Morwaith soldiers armored with metal and armed with clubs and shields, and with eight half-trolls armed with axes. When we came upon the door of the first city, we were shot with arrows from the guard towers, which I killed with my own bow, shortly after we knocked down the gate, all the enemies in the vicinity of it rushed back, someone knocked over the last one keeper of the tower in the midst of the multitude, so that it would fall into the hands of the furious warriors and be shattered. the rain whipped our helmets, the noise and confusion generated were sizes we could only move forward and hit anything that wielded a sword. After half an hour, we had taken the most frontal part of the city and burned down the houses in this area, the fire brought a little heat to our soldiers, accustomed to the harad sun. We marched again to the central fortress of the city, a half-troll destroyed the gate quickly, and all who were in the first row were struck by the greatest stream of arrows and spears that anyone there had ever seen. Reached, I went to the back ranks, while my army invaded the fort, and as soon as the last soldier entered, I turned to the mission to fire the houses that remained of the dominated area, which at the time consisted of half the city. As soon as I returned to the fortress, which I saw was a mark of our desolation, mutilated bodies and blood, not even a single soldier of ours had fallen, so I caught one of those magnificent animals of the north called horses, which both resemble our zebras, and treated by fire in the central palace, as the mark of our conquest in the first city. In the hours that followed, we continued to burn houses and kill citizens and soldiers, women and children, to the last enemy standing. 