Seeking the right ingrediants (1 Viewer)

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The stout framed figure would make their way through the realm. One day they would be spotted seeking shelter in the drinking halls of Vinnagard, the next they were seated by the hearth of the Reiklands warm fires. They listened intently to the bards that purveyed Lusotania, and followed the sonnets sung by troubadours within Folset. They greeted sailors entering into Valois docks and took a seat around the smoking pipes of Mutajara.

Wherever there presence was found, their offered trade was all the same. They would bring their request to whomever would offer the time of day to listen, and spoke nary a word further if a soul declined the offer. Though no matter which, the paternal sagely voice would say the words without failure.


"I am in need of a good few stories before I move on from these lands. Do a soul a kindness and share onto me what you were raised on. Share with me tales of great beasts of legend, of heros from yesteryear, of the boogeymen that your nan told would creep into your room at the dead of night. I will reimburse you for every story shared. Do me this kindness, before I leave seeking more."

Howdy Doo buckeroos!
This is a small post that is basically asking for folks to share stories and fables that their character might know. For each fable or legend, 5k will be reimbursed, with a maximum of 50k (or 10 stories) per player. If you are interested in helping out Red, making some easy quick cash, or just want to do some creative writing. Do post your responses below. If any players wish to get in contact with said figure, just PM and we can see about sitting down. Anyhoo, that is all, Toodles!
 

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Somewhere in the northern reaches of Aversia, beside a dying campfire, a blonde Avaltan tells a strange tale to the wanderer.
It is called, "Iskov And The Serpent." Although there is no obvious moral, it may contain some hidden significance.
His words are accompanied by a somber lute, plucked by the nimble fingers of a dark-haired woman.
 

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Along one of the Many Paths that lead to the Heartlands of the continent, in the waning hours of twilight, the stranger would find a pitiful camp. Its only keeper was a diseased and masked man, his breathing heavy. Upon his side were a collection of scrolls and books. The Blightstricken watched emptily the fickle embers of the fire.

"You seek a story. Listen awhile to a Tale of Purpose..."
The tale was used for a declined NSCA. Thought I'd resuse it!
 

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(Final bump for this post if anyone is interested)
 

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