A mythical and magical journey, started by one and carried on by another.
Most is true, just shrouded in the mythical realm.
Tales of the Great Gumba, his Bride Kerry the Bard, and a large assortment of many Immortals and Lessor Hoardes, his life in the Great Northron Regions and all that happens therein.
Huzzah!!!

Monday, November 28, 2005 

Giving of Thanks

Tis the Mortals holiday season.
A time for merryment and feasting, aahhh, feasting.
A time for remembering and giving thanks for all we have and do and have done.
The Gumba sat and thought the day before giving thanks, sat and thought, what is he thankful for.

His Castle, yes he is thankful for his castle. The great firepits of feasting.
One cannot forget the firepits, for much merryment is had around them.
The great beasts that guard Castle Catalano, Baloo and Maya, thankful that they are forever vigilant, protecting his castle and Bard.
For his many friends: Prince Loughdaugh: The Master Mage.
The Red Prince, Otter Queen, Otter Princess, Star of David, all from the Mans Fields of Dreams. Ground Chuck and Dark Laurie.
The Duke of the Waslands, The Shamens from Down Under, The Great Midwife from the Penobscot, Madam M from the Yorks, The Dutchess and Duke of Tri-Deamon, Friar Bill, and all the rest whom call the Gumba friend.

Family, Yes, he is thankful for Family: Catherine of Khatadin, Golden Judy, Pops, Melchior the Carpenter, Dark Roger, Sapphire Sue, Karen the procreator and her Mate, the Curmudgeons and yes even the Gumbas half brother, whos name shall not be spoken.

His Lovely Bride, Kerry the Bard, without whom the Gumba would probably thrash most of the lessor hoardes and eat cute little furry animals.
His bard, the Lovely Kerry, for without whom, the Gumba would not be whole.

For the Battles fought with the Red Prince, back to back.
For the Mysticism of Prince Loughdaugh.
For all his adventures.
For the RedBook having a place in the Northron Regions.
For all who have helped Heal the Gumba from his years of Battle.

And strangest of all, the Gumba gives thanks for being able to hold Racing Ma's hand as she breathed her last breath, the Gumba watched as Racing Ma left this world and rode the ferry to the other side, the Gumba was proud to pay her toll.

Being their when the White Haired Hermit, wandered into his cave for the final time, to be with Racing Ma for all eternity.

For this and so much more the Gumba is thankful.

Mortals and Immortals alike, take stock for what you are thankful for, tell people how much they mean to you, most of all:
Battle Bravely and Feast Well.

Huzzah to the Great Northron Region.
Long live the Great Gumba.

So Sayeth the Great White Sage of the Northron Regions.

 

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