Board Thread:Lore Texts/@comment-27200931-20170529235754

Inspired by a creepy cautionary tale I read a few days ago about a tailor chasing a naughty kid with giant scissors, I wrote a Dalish cautionary tale. Download link.

 Mapleburg was a city of few animals, because nearly all of them ran away, meanwhile those who remained had to live in fear, because in Mapleburg there lived a boy, Iver, a very naughty boy. Being so ill-bred and dirty, he could be confused, in a dark night, with a little Orc. The boy threw rocks at the dogs, he launched cats at the nearby Celduin River which ran alongside the town, he used to invade his neighbours' houses to break and steal things, and, as is expected from children like him, all matters and problems were resolved with violence and punches. But no one tried to reprimand him of his behaviour, after all, Iver was the Mayor's son.
 * 1) Written by Dragonovith
 * 2) title:The Baker of Mapleburg
 * 3) author:Kell the Minstrel
 * 4) types:dale

Meanwhile every morning the town's baker, a respectable and traditional man, brought daily pastries and cakes to the Mayor's house. Seizing the opportunity, the man complained:

"Lord Mayor, the wickedness of Iver has got worse! The poor Gunnhild, the tailor's daughter, lost a leg after another one of his pranks! Moreover, the boy set fire to smith Ingolf's workshop. How is he going to provide food for his family now, without being able to work?"

"Forget that, my good baker, the boy is just full of energy! Let the boy spend that energy." - Said the Mayor.

"With all due respect, lord Mayor, don't forget the old saying: Naughty children in the oven they end." - Said the baker, but the Mayor didn't care, he was too busy savouring the pastries.

Then the day of the Market Fair arrived, a day when farmers, traders, bakers, cooks and smiths came to Mapleburg to sell their products in colourful stands. Besides trading, there were games and competitions. The adults could compete in strength duels and weight lifting, while the children could watch the itinerant theatre and use fishing rods to lift toys and sweets out of a big sand box, which represented a lake.

For Iver, games were just a nuisance! Why waste your time with rules while you could just stretch your arm to grab the prize? Without ceremonies, the boy jumped into the sand lake and returned with his pockets full of crackers, marchpanes and new toys. Nobody complained or said anything, every one but the baker of Mapleburg.

"You lad! You are cheating! Put the sweets back on the pool and grab a fishing rod, like the other children are doing." - Said the baker.

"Why should I?" - Said Iver in an annoyed tone.

"Because I made those sweets specially for the Fair, besides, cheating isn't right."

"I don't care, I do what I want. I answer to nobody." - Said Iver, ending his speech with a very rude gesture.

The baker's patience was over. Before the boy could react, he grabbed Iver and lifted him into his shoulders. He tried to kick and punch the baker, without success.

"I'll tell my father about this, he'll have your head!"

Holding the boy firmly, the baker opened a path through the crowded Fair and walked back to his bakery, where a very hot oven waited to be fed with dough.

"Oh, your father, the lord Mayor, yes. I still have to cook his daily pastry, but today I'm going to cook it with a special ingredient!".  