Yew Times 22
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Title: Yew Times #22
Author: Yew Town Council
[CURRENT NEWS]
FRUITCAKE REVELATION
BEGS SECOND LOOK
Fruitcake; it's been around for years, but how much do we really know about this familiar holiday treat? Recent findings have revealed information that may startle the public, namely where it is made. Surprisingly, no new fruitcake has been produced in the last 200 years. As a matter of fact, all fruitcake received as a gift is never consumed, but in fact is repackaged and re-gifted again creating an endless cycle of fruitcake circulation. It would not be so surprising to consider then that possibly the first incident that pushes Mondain towards the dark side was the receiving of a holiday fruitcake, and his first evil act being the rewrapping and re-gifting of that same fruitcake to another unfortunate individual. Historians are still looking into the matter, but we are sure that many of fruitcake's mysteries have yet to be unlocked and revealed. Only time will tell.
MAN WALKS OUT OF
GOLDEN FANG CASINO
PRATICALLY NAKED
AND IN TROUBLE:
The Britannian Gaming
Commission reported today
of a man who frequented
the Golden Fang Casino
with the intent to claim
it big, was reported
throwing fits of rage
when the dealers would
say the words "Sorry,
Please Play Again". It was
also reported that one of
the dealers after saying
those words had
accidentally tipped off his
staff and a beautiful
display of fireworks
enveloped the building. The
man reported by
bystanders became
furious, and started
removing high-end clothing
and pawning it to the
dealers for another hand
at blackjack. Bearing
himself down to his
shorts, the man punched
one of the dealers in the
face after he lost his
last piece of clothing to
his misfortune, broke a
few bottles of alcohol,
and stole a High Roller
Chest Piece, running from
the casino repeatedly
saying the words: "Sorry,
Please Play Again" The
man was last seen
entering the Malas Woods
near Luna with only
shorts on, and a High
Roller Breastplate
equipped. If you have seen
this man please contact
The Britannian Gaming
Commission and Ace in
the Hole, owner of the
Golden Fang Casino for
Reward information, if
the man is apprehended
and the prized High Roller
Piece is returned.
GRIM REAPER'S TALE
At this festive time of
year, many holiday tales
regale themselves as
families sit around their
trees and drink their
favorite festive beverage.
Thomas Morley had one
for more of a ghoulish
holiday tale that would
not find the village
children all nestled in
their beds. He cautioned
those who venture into
the forest near the
dungeon Shame to watch
for the "reaper". No, not
the reaper whose cloaked
in dark curtains of gloom
but the talking tree who
promises great fortune
only to deliver an eminent
evil for anyone who
partakes of it's
resources. Thomas's eyes
filled with tears as he
told the tale of the
little boy (his
great-great-great
grandfather).
It was a Christmas Eve
so long ago, the young
boy ventured out into the
forest looking for the
perfect Christmas tree
to decorate and bring
about the holiday. As he
searched he heard a voice
calling to him, 'little one,
come here." the hushed
whisper beckoned. As he
approached cautiously, the
large tree's limbs began
to move about in a dance
with the wind as it's
willing accompaniment. The
tree promised the boy
that should he partake of
its natural resource, it
would bring peace and
goodwill to all it touched.
The young lad then
reached for the juiciest
apple, imagining the
delicious apple dumplings
his mother would create.
As he spiraled the apple
in his fingers, the
reaper's bellowing roar
tore through the air as
a bolt of lightning burst
from the tree, marking
the apple with a bright
hue of green to it's
rotund frame for but a
moment before turning
red again. The boy ran
home with the apple
safely snug in his satchel
but told no one about his
encounter. When he
returned that evening to
the warmth of his
family's kitchen, he
positioned the apple at
the very top of apple
bowl to be used in the
holiday festivities the
next day. His mother, a
very kind soul, would
make pies for the whole
village, a tradition they
fulfilled every year. That
holiday would not be one
of good tidings and joy,
for all the children that
year were afflicted with
a rare skin disorder that
caused a red stain to
appear on the left side
of their face. No one
knew the cause of the
affliction but one. The
young boy knew in his
heart that the reaper
had lied about its
benevolent motivation. He
armed himself with his
largest axe and set out
to chop this tree down,
but when arriving at the
spot he had chanced upon
the large tree, he found
but an empty patch that
appeared more like a
gravesite. As the years
moved on, the young boy
grew into a man whose
demons caused him to
move on from city to
city, never long enough to
make a home. The guilt
he carried ate at him....
Nightmares were a
foreboding partner
especially when the
holidays neared. One
holiday season he met a
young beautiful lady,
Grace whose lovely voice
graced the local saloon's
venue. The sight of her
face caught one's breath
until you met her gaze
and found the tortured
look within her eyes. As
he sat down in the
tavern, fresh brew in
hand, the soldier seated
to his left, began a tale
much like his own
regarding this beautiful
siren. At the mention of
a "dancing tree with
beguiling ways', the young
man's interest was piqued.
The young girl had
encountered it as she
played in the woods one
Christmas Eve as she
swung upon its branches
and sung her favorite
carol. The reaper made
yet another unfulfilled
promise of goodwill and
cheer from anything made
from its resources. The
eager child ran to her
father, a local wizard and
begged him to make her
a wooden lute from the
tree's bark. He could not
refuse. The next morning
as the families filled the
local church for a service
of Christmas Cheer. The
father strummed the lute
and the little girl's voice
hummed along. One by one
each parishioner arose
from their pew, a blank
expression adorning their
face. To the father and
daughter's surprise, the
crowd moved to the edge
of a nearby cliff and
jumped. As their song
finished and scene
unfolded, it was clear
they were the only ones
to survive. The father
took the lute and
watched as the flames
danced about it, never to
be strummed again. He
returned to the sight of
the "dancing tree" to find
it still there. Its swaying
branches attempted to
wrap its arms around
him, he ducked and
skirted around to its
rear, brandishing a large
ax he chopped the tree
down and uttering the
words to a curse. To
this day no one knows
for sure if the tree was
wiped from existence or
carried on in another land
to bring about its evil
ways. For the wizard
returned the next day to
burn the stump, and quell
his daughter's fear to
find, an empty hole,
devoid of any roots or
remnant of the tree. It
is told that the wizard's
curse caused the "dancing
tree" to atone for all its
evil by ridding the world
of its worse sinners.
Hence, the executioner's
prop… A lone stump for
which the errant soul
rests for their last sleep
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