The Gumba feels chastised and he knows not why??

Yesterday was the day of the day that the Red Prince was born, a day of much joy for Immortals and much fear for the lessor hordes.

A day, when royalty was revered and loved, such was the day the Red Prince was born.

Who is the Red Prince and why is he in league with the Great Gumba.

For the answer to that question we must go back in time, to a time of great wars and turmoils, a time when Immortals ruled the lands and the lessor hordes were just a nightmare in the minds of the gods.

The Red Princes exact origins are a mystery, so our story begins when the Red Prince first met the Great Gumba and Tempest and Mournblade met also.

Wait.......... was that the first time, or was it the time of the full moon and the dance of the goddesses, all wet and silky, swimming in the buff under the light of the full moon, or was it the first feast of meaty goodness, when strawberries were naughty and the cream needed to be whipped for it.

Perchance it was the time the Red Prince went into the seven hells to forge Mournblade for his great friend the Gumba, or was it the time of the great meeting at the centerfields with Lord Simone.

Was it when the fabled Homer, with arms like tree trunks and blazon red hair, not a man like you or I, tormented the Great Gumba and sent his mighty stumprangers to harass and defile the Great Gumba and the Mage Jim, and the Red Prince sent along the amulet of anti lisping and the gauntlets of limp wristedness.

Maybe it was the birth of the curmudgeons, or the crowning of the otter princess.
Could it have been the time the Star of David was almost turned into a pile of lickspittle by the great Katherine of Khatadin.

Or could it have been when The Great Gumba Entered into eternal bondage with his Mighty and wondrous Bard.

Perhaps it was the time when the Red Prince found the little imp's which sat upon the Gumbas shoulders and talked nonsense into his brain or the first time the wicked gas was used to defend Castle Catalano in the Norr Woods.

No, I think it was the time when the great hounds became the protectorate of Kerry the Bard, or the time that the great dark magic encompassed the Gumba.

Wait, I know, it was when Racing Ma and the White haired Hermit paid the ferryman and sailed to the halls of Vallhalla, or was it the time when the Gumba just needed someone to talk to.........

It has always been and always shall be the two immortals, together, fighting the battles, righting the wrongs, feasting forever.

My friend, you have written many chapters in the Gumbas life, and I of you.
Your journey is beginning and the Bard and I are here to help you along your's as you helped us through ours.

You are loved, revered and always welcome at the feasting table of the Great Gumba.

Happy Day of Day's my friend.

Long live the Red Prince and Otter Queen.

Huzzah to all who call them friend and family.

So sayeth the Great White Sage of the Northron Region.