Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-4750818-20170611182931

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Glflegolas (admin) Send a Messenger  18:29, June 11, 2017 (UTC)

April 17

On the road today, I met a Dwarf, {name:dwarf_male}, who had come from the Iron Hills. He offered to sell me a Dwarven battleaxe, telling me that his weapons were the best in all of Middle-Earth. "It's all to do with our special steel," he expained. "We add just the right amount of carbon to it in our forges to make it strong yet elastic." I asked him why I should buy another weapon, seeing that I had already bought one just two days before. "You'll need all the weapons you can get. There's a company of Orcs around, and they have already pillaged {name:gondorVillage_prefix}{name:gondorVillage_suffix} and slain all the inhabitants." Normally, I wouldn't have been swayed by rumours such as these, but seeing as I had heard of Orcs a few days ago, I decided to buy for the price of {num:11,23} silver coins.

April 18

I just returned home. I see no signs of Orcs or other invaders since I had left. Everything seems quite normal.

April 19

I should not have spoken so soon. Last night, a company of {num:7,15} Orcs, led by {name:orc_prefix}{name:orc_suffix}, the Black Uruk, attacked my village. Our levymen made short work of the Orcs, but the Black Uruk was a different matter. His armour was so strong that none of our bronze and iron weapons were capable of piercing it. It seemed almost certain that he would win, until I remembered my Dwarven battleaxe. I ran back home, grabbed that, and, brandishing my axe, met him face to face. Even with my axe, he was a tough fighter; it took nearly ten minutes of heavy hand-to-hand combat for me to land a strike on his helmet, cleaving it in two as easy as a hot knife through butter. Clearly, the Dwarves are onto something when it comes to weapon-smithing. 