Sit down, Little One. Your running does make an old man dizzy and fear for the cooking. Be still and listen, and I will tell you the tale you seek, the tale of “Mighty Tegwen and the Band of Thieves.”
Tegwen grew up in the legendary House Bailey. As a proud scion of that house, she honed a mind that thirsted for more. She slaked that desire often from the pool of secret and forbidden knowledge.
One day, she decided to bring her new friend, Maxine of Many Forms, to visit her Grandmother in the country. She sought assurances from the local lord, that her travel across his lands would be restful. Well, the lord assured her that she had nothing to fear, and so she cast her tent upon a hill, prepared for a peaceful night where she could divine the future from the stars.
But the local lord was wicked and did not care for his lands. Thieves hid among the countryside and they did attack with no warning. Then Mighty Tegwen did rise and warn them not to come further.
The Thieves rubbed their hands with glee, dreaming of riches. Forward they attacked, until one met his fate by stumbling into the Drop Wolf that she had prepared.
Again did Mighty Tegwen did beg them to leave— for their own survival, warning them of who she was. To prove her lineage, she called to the elements and the lightning answered, crackling at the feet of her foes.
Again the Thieves, lost in pride and greed, did ignore their common sense and attacked, collapsing the tent and ruining many good pastries.
Then Mighty Tegwen did rage about, casting lightning upon their heels, wreaking havoc and blackening many spots upon the earth. At last the thieves did recognize their folly, begging for their survival so that they might have the honor of tithing to her.
Undecided, Mighty Tegwen swayed back and forth, the arrow of indecision clutching close to her heart.
Finally, she let them yield, returning to her ruined tent. She did summon her mystical servants, but even they could not rescue all of the pastries. Mighty as she was, she could not determine which were raspberry and which were blood.
Many think the tale ends here. It does, but the discussion does not. Did she receive her tribute? Why was Mighty Tegwen able to master the elements and banish the Thieves, but was helpless to sort through her smashed pastries? Would the ground, blackened from the lightning, ever grow again, or would her fury make that area barren forever? What exactly is a Drop Wolf? Can a Drop Wolf jump? Is it just an allegory, and if so, for what?
Legends hint of a time, when the Heroic Hugo and the Dastardly Black Wizard did travel together, led by the Trickster who had taken the guise of a common huntsman. Long did they talk, and much wine did they consume. Heroic Hugo loquaciously did go on about this possibility and that about what they might face on their travels. The Trickster, secure in his guise, did bandy about the possibilities. At one point, Heroic Hugo bid the Dastardly Black Wizard speak with a word of power. And so he did, talking about cults and dracoliches and many things from legend, though the word was not powerful enough to affect one so ensorcelled in the dark arts.
They did stay that night in the house of a landowner and merrily did they pass the night. Miraculously no one was killed and no marriage vows were broken.
They did then meet with Mighty Tegwen and Maxine of Many Forms, where they did tell their tales and decide to journey forth into the Forbidden Forest of Prendergast.
They soon met with a protector of that forest and metallic dragonling who wished to steal their trinkets. While most were fooled into following the gaze of the shiny dragonling, the Dastardly Black Wizard did find their companion to talk to.
Maxine of Many Forms did lead them to a glade, where she laid a peaceful wreath upon the water and a Naiad did ascend. The Trickster lulled it beneath the waters with her lilting flute
and the glade was theirs for that night.
A second protector was discovered, and one who was more open to conversation. The Trickster did find out more about her parents, while the Dastardly Black Wizard did find that his secret pact would not be held as a complete secret.
Well, the glade was playing tricks with Heroic Hugo. One time did he walk around the edge, discovering no footprints, and three times did he walk around the pond followed by Mighty Tegwen. Blessed with True Happiness and Peace for six months, tonight troubles would dog him while he stayed within this circle.
Speaking of dogs, Maxine of Many Forms had stayed as a Dire Wolf, when she slept. After only a few short hours, she awoke to find herself still a wolf. Feeling the grass upon her paws, she woke the Trickster where they played, their joyousness and purity troubling the dreams of our Hero even further.
The next day, they did hide their stuff with cunning. The horses stayed with the Forest Protector and the Naiad, and they bribed a rabbit with a goodberry, laying it gently by the pond to sleep off its human sized meal.
Then they did track their prey, finding the dragonmen at last. But that was not all. A pack of werewolves did follow. Snap did the neck go of the Bird of Many Forms and Adieu did our players say that night. For onto bigger and better things were they next time, entitled “When Friends Ignore Your Good Advice.”