The Legend of the Emperor's Penguins: Historian v.

‘Where to start…ah yes, I know.’ they clear their throat and open their arms wide. ‘ Once Upon a time, in this very spot there stood a mighty city. The inhabitants within it were a very proud group of Forsteri for they knew their town was responsible for a very important task. You see they had been tasked long ago to keep the cold southern wind at bay. It was up to them to stop the snow and endless winter from escaping into the north and causing everything to fall into a deep, endless winter.’ They place their arms behind their back and smile, looking at each of the adventures as they speak. ‘And how, you ask, did they keep the Southern Wind at bay? Why, it was with their magnificent wall. Together they had built a large wall, taller and longer than any wall that had ever been made before. It spanned as far as the eye could see and it had the most intricate carvings on it.’ they gesture to the wall dramatically grinning widely. ‘In fact this here is the last standing part of the very wall they built.’ turning back to the group they continue. ‘They not only made a way to keep the southern winds out of their lands, but also made a magnificent work of art.’ They close their eyes. ‘This wall stood for centuries proud and tall as the Animalian within the city gave their all to maintain and keep it in perfect shape. Within this kingdom there was also a mighty ruler, a Emperor. He was a kind, thoughtful, majestic, smart and overall perfect leader. Nothing he touched or did ever went wrong and every choice he made was a flawless one.” The Aves opens their eyes again and glances up at the wall behind them.’In fact it was his very touch that caused this part of the wall to stand tall and remain in perfect condition for so long. You see every day he would visit this very spot to teach the town the truths behind his perfection. Because this wall was regularly bathed in his radiance it absorbed some of his magical aura allowing it to stand without blemish to this very day. We have not laid a finger on it to maintain it and yet it is still in perfect condition.’

*note: it is suggested that the adventurers get a moment to talk during different parts of the story to make sure they are still keeping up with the story and not cause them to lose their focus. It's not mandatory, but it does help to keep them involved in the story.*

With an anticipating smile, they lean forward, ‘ however the peace and perfect harmony within the town was not to last.’ they stand back up straight, ‘you see one night the emperor’s lover, the empress, was swept away. For reasons that no one really knows, she disappeared through the wall and wandered into the domain of the Southern winds. In the morning when the city and the emperor awoke the only thing left of her was a few footprints leading up to the wall and disappearing on the other side.’ They pull their hands in close and dramatically look at the sky. ‘ The emperor was distraught when he was unable to find her. As soon as he found her tracks he packed up his gear and headed out to her himself insisting that he wouldn’t be long. Those that lived in the town waited patiently for him to return, with many fasting in hopes that it would help him return sooner.’ they look back at the group of adventures in front of them,’first a day passed, then another, then a few more. After a week goes by with no sign of his return the Forsteri start to worry for their perfect ruler and send scouting parties out after him. Over and over again they leave to look but rentur back empty handed. Despite their best attempts to find and save him, the southern winds had swallowed him up in its cold, deadly embrace.’ They pause for a moment for dramatic effect.‘ But they never gave up hope that perhaps one day, their Emperor would return to them, in fact they are still looking for him to this day. You see the townspeople of old have been reincarnated into the people who live within this humble city of Windwall and their souls will continue to be reborn until their ruler is finally saved from the Southern winds' grasp.  We send scouts out, known as the guiding lights, to wander the frozen tundra and brave the cold elements forever looking for him, or at leasts his remains.’ Their words are gentle, almost reverent.