The Waslands, a regal land, full of wondrous smells and bright visions of beauty,
The birds sing happily almost all the time, the sun shines brightly and the wind is always a soft breeze, (it has its purpose).

When one ventures to the Waslands it is with purpose, for it is a land the Great Gumba loves dearly, it is a land where all you do is feast. (yum)
Feasting is a good thing, so is Mead, but feasting is better than Mead.

The Waslands was not always this way, however, it once was a bleak and dismal place, not really a place, more like an evil vile pass through.
Akin to a wagon that traveled with wares, or a peddler perhaps, or maybe just a little patch of land.

Whichever the case, it was not a joyous place, feasting was not the only thing, nay, it really didnt even exist, for the Waslands once smelt of rotting fish and everything that was rancid about the ocean.
A foul stench, reminiscent of the smell of lickspittle that had baked in the sun for weeks.
A stench that would curl the hairs in your nose and make mortals cry in anguish.
A place that even the Great Gumba would not go unless he absolutely had to.

The King of the Waslands had fallen ill many years before and the whole continent had fallen into decay, yes decay, a fitting word for what it had become.
Then a son was born to the King, a fine strapping young lad who would become the Duke of the Waslands.

The Duke was a studious young lad, always learning and wanting to become better than he was, better than the land he would someday rule.
So the Duke set out to change what was, into something he wanted and could be proud of.
For years the Duke tried many ways to release the awful stench from the land, for years he tried and failed.
One day the duke heard of an Immortal named the Great Gumba, how this immortal loved to feast and drink mead, how he himself had once lived in a place of foul smelly things.
So being the studious lad, he read about the exploits of the Great Gumba, how he defeated Floyd the destroyer, vanquished the fabled Homer and about his lovely Bard, Kerry.

One thing and one thing alone was common in all the tales, FEASTING.
Could it be that food was the answer to his dilemma, could food somehow save his beloved Wasland?

The Duke set forth to find the answer, he had the royal chefs cook and cook and create and taste and eat. For weeks they cooked, for weeks they ate, NOTHING helped.
The Duke was almost at his wits end. Pork had done nothing, Beef had done nothing, Foul had done nothing, Green things had done nothing; even the magical tofuey bean thingy had done nothing, (well it did something, but thats another story).

The Duke was lost, could it be that feasting was not the answer, how could that be.

Discouraged and bitter the Duke walked the long road back to his castle, along the way he happened upon a cart vendor, a vagabond as it were. Much to the Dukes surprise the area around the wagon did NOT smell the awful stenchy smell, how could this be, could he have the answer, could this be what he had been searching for.

The Duke approached and asked what the vagabond was cooking, the vagabond replied, a meat sausage of my creation, part beef, part pork and part magic. I cook it in a pan in which is hot oil and magic herbs; over this I sprinkle fried onions, not any onions mind you but sweet onions from the grounds of Castle Wasland.
This was a miracle; the Duke had found his prize, feasting after all was the answer to his problem. He begged the vagabond to show him the secrets and the magic and after many days of learning the Duke returned to the castle.

Make ready the royal kitchens, for I have the remedy to our ills, shouted the Duke.
Bring me meat and herbs and onions from the south side of the castle, for tonight the stench shall be banished forever from the Waslands and we can once again hold our selves high and proclaim to the world we are the Waslands, come and feast, come and enjoy, come and smile.

The Duke worked feverishly throughout the night, preparing the meat sausages for the pans of frying, many pounds of meat was chopped and mixed and caressed to create the magical tubes of delight.

When the dawn broke, the fires were ordered lit and the oil was set to the pans, when all was ready and the oil was hot, pounds and pounds of fresh meat were laid upon the oil.

A smell unlike anything the great people of the Waslands remember, wafted from the castle, covering the land and banishing the foul stench of baked lickspittle.
A joyous huzzah was heard in and around the castle, Nay it was heard throughout the land for that day the Duke of the Waslands had saved his kingdom and at the same time created a delicacy unknown to mortal and immortal alike, the Wasich.

Many moons have passed since that joyous day, many Wasiches have been devoured and many great feasting days have passed. The Duke of the Waslands and the Great Gumba have become great friends, for the Great Gumba cannot go a week without a Wasich or two, (maybe three).
All is well in the Waslands, the country is sound, and the land is safe, for none dare invade a place that is held in such high esteem by the Great Gumba, for that would be foolish.
So that my friend is the story of how the Waslands became the great feasting legend of many fable. Many tales await thee about the fabled Wasich and the Duke of the Waslands for this world is unlike any other, feasting drives it, and feasting is good.

So Sayeth the Great white Sage of the great Northron region.