Kerry the Bard began the trek to the far Northron Reaches for she had sensed danger in the wind.Laboring against the vicious air elementals, those dark beings of the wind, at long last the Red Prince delivered the Great Gumba to his Sky Chariot and did he join with the Bard.Many were the lessor hordes that sought after them as they went to pay their respects to the Wise Old Prophet of the Mountains, a man of such stature and greatness, that those who adored him knew as Pops.Like some swarm of hungry gnats, mosquitos and otherwise annoying insects, the Lessor Hordes to gather some piece of the Wise Old Prophet to themselves. Yet the Great Gumba would be having none of that, for he sucked in a giant deep breath, torrents of wind shrieked, and the Lessor Hordes screamed as they were devoured by the mighty Legend of Eating.The mighty meadows of the Great Northron Reaches were once again cleansed, as Pops prepared to make his final sojourn to Mt. Olympus. There he would contemplate the nature of the universe and toss down the occasional thunderbolt until rejoined by his mates.Beloved is the name of Pops, Wise Old Prophet of the Mountains. Huzzah to Pops, Huzzah to Pops, HUZZAH and safe passage to our dear Immortal.

-as was written by the Grey Sage, 6/21/2009