Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-26065088-20170531083632/@comment-29773086-20170531085244

Let me just adjust the spelling, wording and grammar a tad: # I don't even know if somebody will ever see this letter, but I am still going to write it, in memory of my wife and little son. This letter may be short, because I do not have the strength to write for long. A year ago, I travelled away from my home town, {choose:Bree/Minas Tirith/Rhúnost/Annúminas/Dale/Ajtiaz al-Harad}, because I had an argument with my {choose:uncle/master/neighbour}. He said he would kill me if I attempted to steal {choose:vegetables/fruits/flowers} for my little son again. I took them again, and he saw me, so I had to leave without saying goodbye to my wife and son. I tried to travel back but my strength left me. I was attacked by bandits and they stole everything I had, except my clothes, a scrap of paper and my writing quill. You can now guess of what substance I write these letters. My strength leaves me. One of the bandits wounded me fatally. I just want to say goodbye to my wife and my little son, I always loved you two more than the sun, more than the birds in our gardens and more than myself...
 * 1) written by Gorbag12
 * 2) title:My last letter
 * 3) author:Unknown
 * 4) types:ruins