“So what lies will you be spreading tonight Butch?”

Lies! Every word is true i tell ya, ill be havin ye know we have a reputation for a strong oral tradition of passing down wisdom.

“of telling tales you mean!”

Aye ya little shite, everything is tale till you go out and see it fer yer self. Now you guna shut it or do i need to close your teeth for ya.

In fact let that be tonight’s tale. How i went out found some lore that even i did not know.

Twas a Fifth night like any other, a drink in hand, and a stroll out to shed to make room for more, when i did become accosted by a good friend of mine, he was right worried that
two young lasses were about to follow a man into the woods in the middle of the night an asked if i would come keep them safe.

So there i did find myself, following a bloke, who’s dress sense seemed to be inspired by old tales of wraiths who stalked small children carrying on after their jewelry, into ta woods with a Rapscallion, a Mage, and Bard.

“do you honestly expect us to believe this shi–”

An there’s another tooth for my collection,

Now as i was saying, Myself, a Mage, a Bard, a Rapscallion, an a light blinded man walked off a fair way. Our dubious ferryman did have something he wanted to show us. And like all things Men clad in black robes, want to show you,
it was inevitably in the woods, in the middle of the night, and he didn’t exactly know the way.

An this will be the first bit of wisdom, The road to knowledge is often winding and full of adversity.

Now, ill spare you details of what felt like an hour of following trails in the dark while a man with a lantern did his best to destroy of night vision.

Our party did come upon a fractured piece of the Menhir, I understand your all quite familiar with it around here, but for myself it twas the first time seeing it. But it was not the menhir but the rune,
our Guide did wish to speak on. To hear him tell it, Every Rune is a representation of a universal Truth, distilled down into a pattern reflecting that Truth. in such carrying a portion of that Truths power.

Oy don go blinking at me like that there are scholars and mages out there if you want the why an how of it. Fook if i know, any ways,

He said, these Runes were both the source of both power and containment for a particular old god. Tha father who are on high and who’s names darkens our skies, had a whole collection of runes. Of universal truths as it were.
An these runes gave him his power, and the abilities to affect the world and make manifest his will.

Runes also provided a path to secure his own power, the Fadur did lay down and record his steps so others could follow. But it was not charity or kindness he had in mind. No. it was a cunning plan to secure himself.

for if any followed in his steps, they would gain power, but in doing so, they would make of themselves a vessel. one that Fadur could take. and make his own.

good thing no one would be fool enough to grasp at universal truths to try and make of themselves a God eh? but I digress,

For ya see, they also provided the bones to his prison, Twas the Dwarven king Ladrian, Ladiv?, Ladrial?

the Dwarven Lady had an idea. when you have a strong power, a universal truth as it were, the only way to suppress that, to bind it, is with more of the same. So Ladday proceeded to lay down in pairs, a series of runes into stone,
laying down bricks of a prison, each securing the other, negating the powers of each with the union of the whole. a Prison erected entirely of universal truths lade down in stone.

well.

until some bellend blew it up.

But aye, its not everyday or night you get to listen to a man educated on the esoteric share secrets of universe with you.

“an who exactly was this learn’ed man teaching class in the middle of the woods at night?”

I’m amazed you still have such diction with that tooth missing. Did’n i say, he was a member of the order of the white lions.

“fuck you, your telling us a Paladin did be taking a Mage, a Bard, a Knave, and a Drunk for lessons in the middle of the night.”

well… Former member of the order, but that’s a story for another night.