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You: sup baby
Stranger: greetings stranger
You: are you from mordor?
Stranger: doth be wandering these unkind lands
Stranger: yes
You: yey
Stranger: i am Ruldarin, prince of mirkwood and lor dof the woodland realm
You: its sad, i now fiteth 2 yak skins, when previously twas only 1
Stranger: lord*
You: and I am Leyodin
You: son of Morilan
You: horseman of the east
Stranger: its an honour to meet you fellow brother
You: and you fair knight
You: how doth your travels find you?
Stranger: weary, my elven brother. my sword trusts me well although the orcs of the west stare upon my footsteps
You: I am sorely vexxed kind sir, this internet is truly the works of the wickedness that resides in mens hearts
Stranger: truly sire
Stranger: is ti some orc trickery?
Stranger: it*
You: perhaps, although it has been told by the ancients that it is the work of the green witch from beyond the ruins of Algaroth
Stranger: ahh, i have heard many a tale
Stranger: it is in these harsh times that those who grow strong falter in war
You: my axe has my back, I fear neither death nor war
Stranger: those are the words or a true king
Stranger: why have i not heard your name before Leyodin, son of Morilan?
You: in war I become at peace, as the great god-kings or Rormarok once were, so shall I be
You: my name is only whispered on the wind
You: but i have heard of your name, pray tell, where do ye hail from this morn brother?
Stranger: why, the woods of Mirkwood. although the horsemen of the east would not wander to such foreign lands
Stranger: it has been a while since we have seen a son of the horsekind in our lands
You: this is true brother
You: my kindred brother Nozaroth ventured your way not 3 full moons ago, he has yet to return
Stranger: Nozaroth? we have heard of his travels, but they were not to come by our woods
You: is this true? perhaps he survived his travels to the cursed north then, across the sea of flames and thunder
You: I pray to the gods that he is still of this realm
Stranger: the wood elves prayers are with your kindred
You: so tell me Ruldarin, Prince of Mirkwood, what weapons do you carry on acrosss your noble shoulders?
Stranger: my sword, of which my father gave unto me.
Stranger: made from the finest dwarven mithril
You: truly it is a glorious length of steel, the runic engravings are enchanted are they not?
Stranger: they were enchanted before the battle of Elsceraton Orzitith
Stranger: a mighty cave troll knocked my down
Stranger: broke my helm
You: I have heard tales of this battle, my elders spoke of the thunder to the west
Stranger: many a day of thunder and lightning fell upon the feilds
You: as a humble horseman I simply carry my entrusted battle axe, and the 2 blades borne from the fiery river that flows near birth village
You: truly they have served me well
You: i have slain many an orc, and thrice against the evil witches of the southern fields of Monalith
Stranger: forgive me
Stranger: these evil witches
Stranger: what were their names kind traveller
You: I did not have time to ask their names brother, for they felt the heat of my steel from a distance
You: but my travelling party were certain they were from the Nazaroth ruins
You: yet this I cannot confirm
You: forgive me sire
Stranger: the Nazaroth ruins
Stranger: but those lands are forsaken!
Stranger: surely the gods have cursed you
You: as I had said brother, I fear not death nor war
You: after my birth village was destroyed by the unspeakable evil that lies in the midst of our land, I vowed to stop at nothing to avenge my house
Stranger: my brother, dear brother, i pray to Ozminas that some day my bow may be as venturous as your axe
You: I speak of the House of Morilan, have you heard of our plight?
Stranger: Morilan the Merciful?
You: nay, you speaketh of my cursed uncle
You: he appears merciful, but the wickedness in his heart knows no bounds
You: truly he is tainted by the black spirits
Stranger: I knew your uncle once
You: I have carried my familys burden across my back, truly the weight is hard to bear
Stranger: i have seen many ages, many wars, many brave men, but none as courageous and unfearful as dear Morilan
You: you know only of his former self, for the horrors of war twisted him into a shell of a man
You: truly he is tainted, I speaketh the truth sire
You: perhaps redemption lies in the afterlife for him
Stranger: this cannot be true unless my worst fears have attainted their promise
You: I fear my own soul has become riddled with horror and vengeance, I must avenge my familys house to atone for my sins
You: how old art thou sire?
You: when did you enter this weary realm?
Stranger: being an elf, i am immortal
Stranger: i have seen 2 ages
You: truly i am impressed with your longevity
You: my mortal wings have few feathers left I fear
You: the ravages of war have taken their toll
Stranger: do not speak of untimely fates
Stranger: for your time is not yet upon us
You: thankyou kind elf, you truly are a noble man
Stranger: and you brave horseman of the east
You: I fear my nobility will matter not when I avenge the fallen
You: I look for a wench, not unlike a nordic woman
You: she is large of chest but cunning of mind
You: I have been told she can take me to the caves of Lorinthiya and lead me to its heart
You: pray tell have you heard of this wench?
Stranger: this wench i have not
Stranger: the Wise of my kin do not mind for the myths of foreign races
You: fairly well
Stranger: well, not
Stranger: the Wise ar a foolish band
Stranger: are*
Stranger: they do not know everything
Stranger: i have seen more than they have seen
You: truly
Stranger: although they think i have not
You: yet surely wisdom should be treated with respect sire
Stranger: not with these
You: the elders of my village once told me you cannot unlearn what ye have learned
Stranger: i fear slowly their minds are being corrupted with tales that should not be known
Stranger: shadows that darken the lightest of places
You: truly this must be vexxing
Stranger: vexxing indeed
Stranger: yet
Stranger: foolish
You: ah yes, it seems the only destiny one can affect is your own
You: have you any loot to trade with me? my supplies are low but my money is good
Stranger: i have only rupees from the village of Kakariko
Stranger: and 14 gold pieces
You: it would seem your supplies are lower than mine
You: here, take this yak meat
You: it will serve you well on your travels
Stranger: it is sturdy, but the spices are of a strange scent
Stranger: it gives me an angelic state of mind
You: they have come from across the oceans of the west
You: from the men of darkened skin no less
Stranger: the west
Stranger: the lands are light
Stranger: the skin is dark
You: whilst they are not to be trusted, they truly are masters of their own destinys
You: the odds must have been against us to meet in this way brother, truly the mountain gods have our backs
Stranger: the eye of the great sun eagle have pointed the stars inline
You: to which god do you pray to?
Stranger: the Ozminas
Stranger: which god has your prayers?
You: the four winds, I feel them with me always
You: I rarely pray these dark days, my prayers seem to go unanswered
Stranger: this we have in common
Stranger: my God is faltering in prescence
You: truly you are not foresaken, there is salvation within
You: if you seek it brother, you shall find it
Stranger: the Lord must be forsaken
Stranger: and thou must be aswell
Stranger: god of the four winds
Stranger: salvation is a dangeroud word friend
You: I find my salvation on the blade of my axe
Stranger: dangerous*
Stranger: there is not much salvation left in this middle of earths
Stranger: it is true though
Stranger: salvation must be entrusted into the blades of our forefathers
You: forgive me sire, but I must leave you where you stand, the yak meat from this morn is playing tricks on my bowels
You: truly it has been an honour to converse with you
Stranger: as with you
Stranger: my friend
You: I shall tell stories of you friend
Stranger: Leyodin
Stranger: the tale of you travels will echo in the halls of Mirkwood
Stranger: and the Woodland Realm
You: Ruldarin, your enemies will know of you before you ever meet them
You: I shall pray for your salvation brother
Stranger: may the wind be on your back, and the sun in your face
Stranger: you are a great warrior
You: fare thee well sire
Stranger: it is a true honour to have been in your honour
Stranger: farewell, my warrior brother
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