Success

After so long and with a great amount of help from Purazon the map of Valorn once started with Maji was finally finished.

After the completion of the project the Cleric decided a spot of relaxation was in order, first a few drinks and the new sport of leather hat racing on the river near Caernivale. The best of three race was won by Jessa and having a choice decided to make the Cleric tell a story, with Jezzara and Azure for company they moved to the Upper pub in Caernivale where the cleric told the following story based on a story he had once heard:

A long long time ago when Valorn was a more peaceful place the village of Caernivale was built lower down on the beach and the rolling hills surrounding it where covered in fields of Wheat. One of the wealthiest men in the village was an old man called Harthor who owned many of the fields. One day at the end of a fine summer Harthor was surveying his fields and the ricks of corn all stacked up with his grandson Tom.

Now Harthor had the sense that comes from living to an old age and when the earth began to shake and buckle he was not overly troubled as Valorn suffered from numerous small earthquakes then as it does now. But when the sea began to race away from the beach he was worried and even worse the rest of the villagers where all lining up on the beach to watch this strange occurrence.

Harthor called to Tom and said “Quick boy, run and get me a burning torch”. Tom quickly returned and then watched in horror as his grandfather began to set fire to all of their families ricks.

Down in the village the smoke was seen, fire was a common enemy and the villagers raced into action. Grabbing buckets an brooms they where as busy as little ants working to extinguish the flames. At last they came to the final fire and found little Tom is tears, they asked “who started this fire?”. Tom answered “my grandfather Harthor did, he’s gone mad and we will all starve!”.

At this moment Harthor returned and spoke to the villagers “don’t worry young Tom look” he pointed out to sea and they all looked in horror as the sea returned as a huge wall of water. Standing safe on the hill they could do nothing as the giant wave washed the village away without a trace.

Despite the wave Harthors actions had saved the villagers, fresh grain was brought from Miltown and the town was rebuilt on stilts high above the beach incase another giant wave ever comes again.