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# Written by Dragonovith I do not know if someone able to read will ever find this note, but I do not care, I need to unload my anger into these pieces of paper I found in an old abandoned house.
 * 1) title:Nettles and Thistles
 * 2) author:Unknown Adventurer
 * 3) types:ruins

Ever since I was a young lad, helping my old father in his workshop, I wanted to leave my home town and see the sights of the world! Enchanted forests and mountains with peaks taller than the clouds themselves! I wanted to find evil monsters to defeat and hidden treasures to uncover! I wanted to be an adventurer, a real hero like those from the old stories. But I did not find anything like that when I decided to chase my dream. Maybe my brother would have better luck, he is a real warrior after all, but being a guard, and keeping the streets of Linhir safe, always kept him busy.

Being an adventurer was the worst thing to ever happen in my life. Only the insane and dreamers like me would have such ambition. Instead of amazing sights and magical treasures, all I find was trouble and danger! I do not have enough fingers - truth be told, I had more fingers before leaving Linhir for a life of adventures - to count all the times I wandered the wilds starving, thirsty, and freezing. In the wilds you will not find gentle neighbours willing to help you, or any safe heaven for that matter, instead you will only find bandits up to no good and evil creatures craving for a well cooked human stew.

Instead of fighting like a true hero would, I had to ran most of the time: from mountain Orcs and their wolf companions, from sneaky bandits and thieves, from huge Orc-like creatures who try to squash you like a bug by throwing large rocks in your direction, and enormous spiders hungry for the meat of a weary adventurer. Yes, that is right! They were not like those you find inside an old cabinet or in a garden, no, those were spiders as big as dogs, some were even as big as horses!

But the worst, THE WORST, thing in wandering the wilds looking for adventure, are those damned nettles and thistles! Oh those damned little plants, how I hate them! At any moment, at any hour, they can catch you! The thorns of the thistle pierce deeply into your clothes and into your flesh, oh the pain! Meanwhile, if you so much as touch a nettle leaf, you'll feel the worst itch you ever felt in your life!

I can't keep this up any longer! I'm done with this suffering! I'm going back home.  