Twas the day of rememberance for the Great Gumba.
In Immortal years he was 40, in Mortal years he was 480.
The great warrior, sage was Middle aged, Hurumph!!!

The Red Prince and the Otter Queen had traveled to the great northron region to help celebrate with the Great Gumba, as well as the Star of David and his new consort, the insatiable, flaxon haired, warrior princess, known as:Kareen the tempest.

Ground Chuck and the Dark Laurie had also traveled a great distance to help the Gumba celebrate this milestone in history.
Nothing special was planned, feasting as usual, barrels of ale, and maybe some wenches. Or so the Gumba thought.

The Bard is wiley in her ways of mishcief and merryment making.
A grand feast had been planned, unbenounced to the Great Gumba, by his lovely Bard, to honor the Gumba and all he had done.
Many folk were invited, mortals and Immortals alike.
But that is another story.

The evening started well, royal libations were had by all, brought up to the Northron regions by the Red Prince.
Silky smooth scotch: The 12 year Stilmans Dram, 15 year old Balvenie, crafted by Elves in a cave, guarded by Ogres and cherished by only those who are brave enough to venture into the caves and face the evil, vile, snot laden creatures.

The Bard had asked the Lord Stephan, if all could stay at his castle in the Lands of Rock and Stone so as not to have to champion a chariot to Castle Catalano.

The band of Merrymakers left Lord Stephans Castle and made their way to the Wells of the Works of Water.
A handsome bunch, this group of merrymakers, The Great Gumba and Kerry the Bard, The Red Prince and the Otter Queen, The Star of David and his Consort, Ground Chuck and the Dark Laurie, all made their way to the Wells.

Dressed in raignments, no need for Mournblade or Tempest, for tonight was one of celebration, not war making.

Next: the Wells of the Works of Water.


So sayeth the Great White Sage of the Northron Regions.