Old Storyteller of Rihhm

The Old Storyteller is an old villager found in Rihhm Village in the East.

## Introduction

When greeted he says 'You've come for a story then, I have a few, which would you like to hear?'

And gives you the option to hear one of three tales.

## The Tale of the Red Rover

Long ago lived one who went by the name, the Red Rover, his real name is lost to time, the rover travelled throughout the East spending a great deal of time in the Jungle, when he emerged an army of northern mercenaries was raiding across Farrad.

This was a time when some of these old ruins weren't so ruined there were a few towns dotted around, and villages like Rihhm but these bastard northerners sacked half of Farrad.

The Rover was an easterner, upon returning from the Jungle and seeing the fate that had befallen his homeland, his heart wept, he went to his home village, a place that no longer exists and recruited many men to follow him, soon people came from all nearby settlements, even further afield in places that had been destroyed, with time the rover had an army.

The northerners and the Rover's armies met at the ruins of the great wall, and the battle commenced, it was a bloody battle, no clear winner emerged within 6 hours of fighting and the fatigued men battled on, and then, BOOM. An angered wizard casted a spell and annihilated half the battlefield. By chance mostly the northern side, but many easterners were caught in the blast too.

## The Tale of Grenn the White

Grenn the white was a farmer, he came from the west fell in love with the daughter of a local elder the elder wasn't happy with his daughter so he had Grenn killed.

Well the elder had terrible visions for weeks following a ghostly figure, burning his village down, the visions so vivid began to haunt him.

One night, the elder awakes to find a small fire in his hut, quickly he puts it out, terrified to the bone he begins stockpiling buckets of water, and placing them all around his hut and everywhere inside, making it impossible to walk inside without standing in one of the tens of buckets.

The next morning the elder awakes to find his village burned to the ground, all but he are dead, his house saved, the elder was believed to have been the arsonist... worrying indeed.

## The Tale of Nephoro and the goblin legion

There once was a man named Nephoro, a hunter by trade born in the west, one day bored of his hum-drum life in songwood he began to travel, hunting and trading on the road.

Nephoro found himself in Farrad, hunting the now extinct Desert Mole, on hot pursuit of one of the moles he fired and arrow, but the sound it made was not that of a mole a shriek that could only belong to a goblin.

Before he knew it, he was surrounded by a goblin warband angry and armed, along against the warband Nephoro was surely doomed.

'Oi' a shout came from over a dune, suddenly a hunting party from Rihhm arrived, firing on the goblins and scaring them off. The relieved Nephoro thanked the men and lived here in Rihhm for many weeks, teaching the locals his hunting techniques. One night a nightmarish sound.

Goblins. A local pack known as the goblin legion had arrived, they began their attack on the village, a harsh fight took place and hundreds of goblins were slain with the village almost entirely destroyed.

Good old Nephoro slew over 20 goblins in the battle but was shot twice through the mouth and killed, the legion however was done, and the villagers drank in memory of Nephoro for years afterwards, May he rest well.