Yes, the time had come, the Otter Queens children had evolved into Curmudgeons.

Now this is not a bad thing persay, just a natural cycle of life.
All children become curmudgeons at least for a little while.

The Otter princess had returned from her studies in magic for the winter solstice, my how she has changed. A young lady now resides where once a child lived.
However, this is not to say she still doesn't have a lot to learn about life and responsibility.

Ereen, the second oldest, fiesty, fiery and brazen, has the Red Prince wrapped around her little finger.
Samanthe, the third child, loud and precoucius, full of mischief.
Kiera, the youngest, a fiery mix of the Red Prince and The Otter Queen.
Inside her lies the soul of a warrior and the wisdom of the Counsel of Twelve.

All in all, a wonderful trip to the Mans Fields of Dreams.

Lord Simone and his bride were in attendance as well as some neighboring lessor hoardes.

One in particular, was of great amusement to the Great Gumba. she was a true Druid, a tree worshiper, yet she wore furs, which is against all Druidian teachings.
She had a sharp tounge and an aire of superority about her, even tho she was in the presence of some of the greatest immortals ever. A true new age Druid, confused about who and what she is and her placement in the universe.

Her husband, once a mighty warrior, had been bewitched by the spell of gold things.
Gold was all he craved, not companionship, not the glory of battle, not even feasting and wenches, just gold.
This is a spell cast by the great dark wizard, Libearael.
He sits atop a mighty mountain and bewitches the lessor hoardes with a green fog that floats over the land. The Gumbas Wicked gas does combat this evil, however the Otter Queen had forbidden the use of the Wicked Gas on Eve's Anew, so the Lessor Hoardes had to suffer the fog of green.
The fog is green so as to represent the two objects of it's spells, ENVY and Frogishness. (Frogishness is the want to sit and puff up ones chest as to say, Look what I have)!

The Gumba felt sad for the Lessor Hoardes, for he could help, but was forbidden.
He dare not unleash the wrath of the Hurrange of Horror, that would be bad.

The Gumba, Red Prince and Star of David did feast and drink mead, told stories of battles waged, foes vanqueshed and pretty things.
Just like old times, for Immortals remember well who is friend and who is foe.

Kerry the Bard and the Otter Queen, such a sight to behold, two of the most beutiful women in the universe, all Immortals crave them, but the Gumba and Prince guard them carefully, for they know what they have.

To all who have journey'd this Eve's Anew, may the wealth and prosperity of friendship find you also.

Huzzah

So Sayeth the Great White Sage of the Northron Regions.