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Events News Post #300

The Merry Minstrel

Written by: Anonymous
Date: Sunday, February 23rd, 2014
Addressed to: Everyone


In early Estar, the Voice of Gullagumbah stirred, mentioning a strang
rumbling, unheard to the Minstrels He alerted. Confusion was abundant
until the Basin rumbled, the sound emanating from the Northern
Mountains. As the rumbling subsided, a soft melody was briefly heard,
carried about upon the winds. As many wondered about the sounds, in the
Minstrel's guild hall, the Voice of Gullagumbah began calling out to the
Minstrels, and He began to speak of a mysterious person, only referring
to them as "him."

Taking up form in the Effervescent Keg of Gullagumbah once more, the
Voice followed Synkarin to the Northern Mountains, where the Voice began
to tell a tale about this mysterious person.

As the Soulless were trapped away during the Vernal Wars, the Voice of
Gullagumbah, tired of His confines, wandered out in search of activity.
Naturally, He was drawn to the celebrations of the mortals, and would
often times take home within one of the party-goers and join along in
the festivities. Less and less did the Voice stay hidden, amused by the
antics of the mortals, and, enjoying their company, the Voice decided to
take up a companion to join Him in His travels. He passed along His most
cherished possession, the Golden Stein of Gullagumbah, to these
companions, and with it, they became His vessel.

With the stein in hand, the two travelled, and inspired by how He had
helped this mortal, they began to work to bring joy to those who thought
they'd never see it again. Over time, as they worked together bringing
happiness to others, the Voice's companion came to be known as the Merry
Minstrel. The title was passed down from companion to companion, until
one day, their journey brought them to a small distillery atop Mount
Wend. This was when the Frost Spite stole away the Voice, and He never
knew what happened to His Merry Minstrel.

The Efferevescent Keg of Gullagumbah told the mortals that the melody
that had drifted through the air was one He had tought to the Minstrel
long ago. Believing that His Merry Minstrel had returned, the Voice led
the Minstrels to Mount Wend, finding the old distillery had been lodged
free by the avalanche of a mound of snow that had hidden it for so long.
Sensing His Merry Minstrel inside, the Voice grew excited. The Frost
Spite began to stir, and fearing that He would be captured once more, He
fled back to His home in the Minstrel's guild hall.

Greeting the Merry Minstrel, it was Talan Ysav'rai, of Hallifax, whose
curiosity about the Voices drew her here, that first received the golden
stein of Gullagumbah. Turning it in her hands, she saw many within the
Basin who needed cheer, so with the Minstrels in tow, along with others
from the city of Hallifax, she began to bring cheer back to the Basin
once more.

Enemies travelled together, biting their tongues, as they helped fulfill
the Voice's wishes. Tempers rose, however, and eventually, Talan split
off from the pack, taking up the task herself. The Voice of Gullagumbah
stirred, asking His Minstrels once more if they had any success in
helping the Minstrel. They told Him that another held the stein, and was
helping the Minstrel at the time. Wary of this unknown person helping
the Minstrel, the Voice asked if they had asked to carry the stein
instead. Shulamit Lunarose spoke up, asking Talan, and was the next to
work towards helping the Merry Minstrel.

Continuing where Talan left off, Shulamit travelled with Synkarin, the
Minstrel champion, and continued to bring cheer to the Basin and
laughter to the lost souls of Mount Wend. In the end, it was she who
eventually succeeded in getting the Frost Spite to bellow with laughter,
bringing an echo of the Voice of Gullagumbah forward to sing with the
spirit of His Merry Minstrel once more. And so, Gullagumbah's final song
was heard once more, and the Merry Minstrel was able to rest.

Rumors say, however, that the spirit returns every so often when
laughter is needed once more.


Penned by My hand on the 17th of Roarkian, in the year 376 CE.


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