Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-25129884-20170706060057

It has been many a day since I have left the comfort of my old home in lands I've past long ago. Whispers have I heard, ruins of old in the northern wastes where the sky glows white the red-trees grow. Many an Orc have I slain to keep my trail steady. Unwavering has been my pace-a pace I keep steady upon day after day, night after night. Black clouds darken the sky.
 * 1) Author: Unknown
 * 2) title:Traveller's Tale, part one
 * 3) types:ruins

I keep my pace. The sun rises again over the soft, white ground. The dead surround me. Relics of ages long past. And still, I continue. Will I perish before reaching the Mountains of the North? Will this journey ever cease? My heart grows weary. Yesterday, I had found a small home in the clearing of a small forest. The residents long dead-the foul stench of rotting flesh stuck in the air, pungent as ever. Many wargs and orcs have I slain in days recent.
 * 1) Author: Unknown
 * 2) title: Traveller's Tale, part two
 * 3) types: ruins

I have finally see the white peaks of the northern mountains rise up from the dead forests. The dark clouds have lifted. The Orcs, wargs, and wicked Hill-Men are no more. The mountains grow near.
 * 1) Author:Unknown
 * 2) Title: Traveller's Tale, part three
 * 3) types: Ruins

Snow. Snow everywhere. The white sky is blinding. The horizon-all snow. Am I finally losing my sanity? I can faintly spot a red dot on the Horizon. Could it be the red-trees of legend, or am I finally succumbing to my own loneliness?
 * 1) Author: Unknown
 * 2) Title: Traveller's Tale, part four
 * 3) types: Ruins

In days recent, I have slain a lumbering Ice-Troll. It broke my left arm. I am deathly freezing, but I have found refuge in ruins by the northern mountains. The snow falls softly. The growls of wargs and screams of men come from the darkness. I feel nothing. Death embraces. 
 * 1) Author: Unknown
 * 2) Title: Traveller's tale, part five
 * 3) types: Ruins