Sagas from the Time of the Second Gift, as told by Pimmo Reedfellow

Sagas from the Time of the Second Gift, as told by Pimmo Reedfellow is a book discovered beneath the ruined keep of Cal Dorthorne.

## Description

Set into the front cover of this particular tome is a fanciful painting depicting a mist-like cloud passing over a night sky. While not magical, it is a fine quality piece of artwork, with attempts to preserve it achieved primarily through a thick lens-like varnish placed atop.

## Research

### Completed by Fenric Gollo

*Each and every word henceforth is the truth, for it has been carried upon the lips of the Reedfellow family for generations, each and every stanze and phrase echoed throughout the ages. Read on brave students of knowledge, for delights and revelations surely await!*

*Back in the days when the creations of Caihrrn ruled the lands, for the Principal Races had not yet been taught sense enough to grow beyond that of fractured tribes that worshipped pagan gods and spirits, it was decided by the true gods, the Sixteen of the Ahlusian Pantheon that their creations had not yet reached their full potential. For sixteen years of life upon Ahlus they walked the very lands they had created and populated in millennia past, bestowing knowledge and guidance to all those that would listen, and thus greatly accelerated the development of the Realms of Ahlus, raising them from tribes and minor settlements into mighty Kingdoms and Empires.*

*Each of the Sixteen took a year for themselves, using it to grant the Principal Races gifts and boons in accordance with the domains over which they ruled. Buwello the Mulberry Lord taught the Principal Races the joys of celebrations and revelry, the delights of matters material and immaterial. His teachings showed the peoples how to cultivate grain and other horticultural crops, but they would forever hold him highest with regard to his association with vineyards and wine. Divinus, the Three-Eyed Light taught the Ahlusians the secrets of magic, with which they would be able to create, shape and manipulate the world around them while Theamera taught the races the secrets of language, showing them how to weave it to create poetry, music, tales and histories. If not for the Eternal Minstrel, I would surely not have the ability to tell you, my dear reader, these tales, so hold her particularly close in your prayers this coming night.*

*While the mortal and immortal children of Aita rejoiced in these years, there were others that instead recoiled. Not all came running to to the open arms of the High-Mother, for they had already turned from her. From Halflings, Elves, Humans and Firbolgs had been shaped the Goblins, Hobgoblins, Orcs and Bugbears, and all amongst them instead turned to those that behind such alterations - the members of the Malign known as He Who Watches and The Black Hand. Ophidian, too, another of the Malign, had claimed for himself tribes of dragonborn, humans and elves as well, creating from them what had become Lizardfolk and the Yuan-Ti. While the gods danced upon the lands, the Malign instead lingered in shadow, plotting and claiming the minds and souls of those that had not love in their hearts for the Sixteen.*