The sky was clear and the moon was full.
The Lunar light danced upon the snow covered trees and the ground was a glisten with what looked like diamonds.
The Gumba was indeed a rich man, he had his Bard, the Great Beasts and many wondrous friends.

In the distance, a very low drone could be heard over the singing of the winter birds.
The drone grew louder and louder until a great shadow went screaming across the lands of the Great Gumba.
The shadow was of the davinci flying machine, piloted by none other than Lord Complo, master of the skies.
He flew low over the tree tops, the wind fighting against the great machine.
The animals scurrying to and fro, not knowing what to do.

At last the great machine fluttered to a stop upon a hill some 50 feet from Castle Catalano.

Out stepped Lord Complo, Tis good to see you my friend, said the Gumba. Good to see you also my friend, said Lord Complo.

They retired through the gates of the castle to talk about old times and talk about plans for new adventures.........

The plot thickens..............

Long live Lord Complo
Long live Fair Lady Riguez

Huzzah to the Southron Regions

Long live the Great Gumba and Kerry the Bard.

So sayeth the Great White Sage of the Northron Regions

The wind be howlin today and the winter sprites dance about gleefully.
The snow is falling sideways and we are in for about a foot of new powdery stuff.

The Gumba is well as well is the Bard, we are blessed by the the God's to have so many dear and wonderful friends, here and about in the world.

It is cold, The Gumba is not sure he will ever get used to the cold of the Northron Regions, but is warmed every day by his Bard and the fact that he can rely on so many people at a moments notice.

the Gumba has taken up the art of aleing for the masses, (Tending the Bar) at one of the local drinking establishments. (Not the great works of the wells of water).

It is a lesson in patience and understanding for the Gumba. He is not allowed to crush stupid people, however, if the need arises he does let lose with the Wicked gas, to calm the masses.

The great owl has come and gone and tells of many new and wondrous things.

The Gumba thinks a lot now about many things, pondering if you will. He truly misses his great friend and warrior companion the Red Prince, but will see him soon again, he is sure of it.

Let the winds howl and the snow blow, for the Gumba is here and for now, is here to stay.

Long live the Great Gumba and Kerry the Bard.

So sayeth the Great white Sage of the Northron regions.