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The
Gumbas day of birth. The day Racing Ma gave birth to the mighty Immortal.
A day that will live in
infamy!
The Bard sang to the
Gumba first thing in the AM as the sun peaked over the mountains.
The great beasts greeted him with kisses and prancing.
Twas a grand day, much feasting and imbibing of libations was had by all and at the time of twilight, the
Gumba and his Bard went to the great river of
Damariscotta and feasted with King Eider himself.
Many Oysters were slurped and a lamb was cooked most
delectably.
Twas a good day!!!!!!!!!!!
The
Gumba does not forget his fallen friends, for today is also the day the mighty towers of gold were destroyed and many friends lost their lives.
A flagon was raised and heads were bowed, for
tis a day of happiness and
sadness.
The
Gumba lives and is well.
Huzzah to the Great
GumbaHuzzah to Kerry the Bard
Huzzah to the Red Prince and Otter Queen
Soon.... we feast together.
Long live the Great
Gumba and Kerry the Bard.
So
sayeth the Great White sage of the
Northron Regions