There will always be those who will be enamored by tales. It was understandable of course. It was a better question to ask who did not derive joy from hearing them than who did. There are however, those who become infatuated with family tales that change in every iteration. These tales can be anything, tales of a genius in their youth, an encounter with a something or someone, the ones that hold the greatest persistence are loreific. Talk of ghosts and spirits, angels and demons, creatures that may or may not exist.
There are those who choose to seek the legends, some going as far as to spend their life dedicated to such a cause. To them there is no story, it's all real. The fountain of youth (or whatever such thing they seek) is a prize just waiting to be found for some. Giving a life isn't as far as people go though, they can be more than willing to take, destroying anything that might oppose them with little regard for how involved they might be. It is unfortunate that one such violent event has occurred so close to civilization, thunderous sounds being heard by ponies in the nearby town of Amble days ago.
It will not take long for those with a penchant for adventure, or perhaps a surplus of good will, to appraise the situation. This little adventure out to the woods may lead into something longer than expected.
Subject: The Oldest Truths 
Wed Apr 23, 2014 9:48 pm
