Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26236093-20150519165230/@comment-26084195-20150519221834

So, under the assumption that Kalos enjoys a drink from time to time....

Kalos was loitering over a mug of ale in a pub just near Forodwaith. He was generally uninterested in the simpletons around him, until the two directly to his left struck up an interesting conversation.

"You ever heard o' the abandonists?"

"Nah, what's that?"

"They're a group o' men n' Elves who got together hundreds o' years ago and tried to escape war and suffering by fleeing to Forodwaith. They were looking for somewhere to build a utopic home with no wars or disease or death."

"Sounds like a big load o' crap."

"It is, that's why they call it a rumor. Anyway, my great great grandfather was amongst 'em."

"Well what else does the rumor say?"

"Depends on who you ask. Most say they died out there. Claimed by the cold. Others say they found a nice, quiet place to build a small village and their descendants live there today. And even fewer say that they found a secret oasis, a patch of land that preserves what the world was like in the beginning, and there they stay, free of worldly concerns, romping naked through the trees and rivers and valleys and sunlight, enjoying pleasures we can only dream of."

The other started giggling. "Romping naked? Gee I wonder what kind of pleasures theyzzzzzzzz..."

He collapsed in a drunken heap, and the other began to sing.