The Great Gumba and the Lord of Tri-Deamon set out on a journey to the Norr Woods of the Mans fields of dreams.


It was a spring day, a week after the Great Green Feast of Paddy Dom, The sun was out and the sky was blue, but the Mage foretold of Snow.

They climbed into the green chariot of the Gumba and rode for hours, from the Great Northron woods to the Norr woods. Passing the time by reminiscing about what once was, for the Lord of Tri-Deamon had never heard of all the stories from the Norr woods and the exploits therein.

The Great Gumba had heard that the Norr woods had changed since he was gone, that the people had caught a terrible disease that afflicts the Brain in many strange ways, they say the disease is called Lyberolisme.

It makes people think that others should be responsible for the actions of one another and that the ruler of the kingdom should support them.
That great conquest and battle is a thing of pure evil, swords should be outlawed and no one shall have fun.
They have even tried to put rules on the Great Green Feast of Paddydom, and the worst part, Feasting is frowned upon.

The Great Gumba and the Lord of Tri-Deamon arrive in the Norr Woods, and are greeted by the herbologist known as Dawn of Deed Ham.

After the usual pleasantries were exchanged, the Great Gumba exclaimed, Let us go and find a place to feast.
Oh my said Dawn of Deed Ham, we cannot feast, for that is wrong, we may however go and find some sustenance to satiate our hunger.
(The Gumba is glad he lives in the Great Northron Region).

After a plate of what seemed like, grass, and a little, bite sized piece of meat, the Gumba, Lord Tri-Deamon and Dawn went to view Dawns new castle.
What a grand castle it was, looming on the hill like a great beast, waiting to pounce.
Surrounded by trees and grass, and small furry animals.

The Gumba had come to the Norrr Woods to help Dawn of Deed Ham set up a perimeter of protection around her new castle, for you see, unlike the Northron Region, people would try and storm your castle and take what is yours and make it theirs, a side effect of Lyberolisme.

The Gumba suggested a great moat, filled with waste oil from the great frying pots,
We have no such frying pots, Said Dawn of Deed Ham.



But without waste oil how can you light the moat on fire, exclaimed the Great Gumba.
We cannot light a fire; it might endanger the little furry animals. Said Dawn of Deed Ham

The Gumba was stumped, then ring your castle with a stonewall, with pointy ones on top, said the Gumba.

We cannot do that either, some peasant might get hurt and would demand payment for it, Said Dawn.

The Gumba suggested many other fine ideas for protecting the castle but all were not to be allowed in the Norr Woods.
Finally the Gumba and Dawn agreed upon a sentinel, who would stand, unarmed, on top of the hill, across from the castle, and whistle if someone was trying to invade.
(The Gumba was glad he lived in the Great Northron Regions yet again).

The great snow, that was predicted by the Mage, never came to fruition.
The day progressed and many more adventures awaited the Gumba and the Duke of Tri-Deamon.