8/17/13 A recap as told by Minnie Mo

Good day to you. Hope you rested well. I know the voices from the past echo in the halls of Mishmosh Manor. I hope they didn’t disturb your slumber. I see you’ve met some of the residents who have regaled you with their stories. As I said before there are lots of stories to be told. Why, I remember a time when. . . .

She extends a cup of tea for you to drink. You take the tea all the while avoiding her eyes remembering her last story telling that seemed so vivid. Instead you take tea and walk to the fireplace.

Oh, but maybe you don’t want to hear a story. Please forgive an old fool for living in the past.

You turn to encourage her to tell the story and quickly return your gaze to the fireplace. You sip your tea. You feel it’s warmth.

Very well. There was a time when the heat of passion was lost at the Harbour of Rhye.

Suddenly the flames in the fireplace explode and your body feels like it’s on fire.

A spell had befallen our healer. She created a mighty sword to slay the men and she called this sword. . .

The flames of the fireplace seem to engulf you. The heat seems unbearable. You feel the heat of anger and your eyes open wide to behold. . .

KINDNESS

The healer had succumbed to some evil doer’s conjuring. She spread this evil from house to house until many of our women were beguiled into believing their men had done them some kind of wrong. Together, with their champions, battled ensued and lovers fought.

Where ever there was battle you would find a feminine hand orchestrating events. The amazons had the men enthralled. They would do anything to win their lady’s favor. Brother against brother. Friends became foes. All men became puppets to the sweet sirens calls. And the fair maids themselves were puppets to some evil conjurer.

Only the few on the hunting trip had not succumbed. Gentle Freya took up her bow in defense of the party only to find it pointing at her beloved Alethkar who had under the spell. Confounded at the state of the town it was up to the few in the hunting party to investigate and resolve the situation.

As lovers became fighters the hunting party found themselves on the trail of the evil Smurf Gnome for he was known to for his anger of anything to do with love. Gentle Freya lets loose her arrow to slay the gnome but alas he vanished. His last word echoed in the breeze, “With the passage of time all love fades and is forgotten.”

As the hunting party become the hunted the gnomes words keep coming back to them, “all love fades and is forgotten.”

Breaking through their lines the mighty Alethkar confronts his gentle Freya. Anger emblazons his eyes and he seems to have no recollection of the woman he faces.

Instead of fighting, Freya begs him to recall the life they had together. She reminds of the day they met, the battles they fought together, the times they laughed. It seemed to have small effect but the hold of anger was too strong.

Again the gnome’s words whisper in the wind, “with the passage of time. . . .”

The true meaning is finally clear. On her own, Freya dodges one battle group after another in search of the only ones who can break the spell. As with Alethkar, she reminds them of what they mean to each other and of the vows they made to each other just a short while ago. Not much time had passed since they declared their. . . True Love.