The Return Of Farmer Nob

[Treshure 5817]

 

The elder days of Athera saw chaos to many. Yet a man sat far away in his fields, alone and abandoned from his fellow Savoyards while the end of days reigned upon Athera. Long after the boats set sail, the man had his full. Athera was nothing to him anymore, and he wished to sail to lands more fruitful. Lands with more opportunity. A land called Vailor.
 

In the old docks from where the races of the Descendants came onto Vailor, sails a small, paltry boat. Clad in seawood and aging cedar wood, it drifted gently across the summer waters and into the abandoned bay. A man sat there, happily whistling to himself as the wind carried him across. Tying his boat to the dock with his last rope, the farmer set out to the lands of Vailor. His breath reeked of months at sea, yet he still smelled of the rolling hills of Leuvaarden.

Farmer Nob gazed upon the realm of man, discontent with the lack of singing maidens and vast wheat fields. And so the Nob set out what Nobs will always do: Change the world.

[Dohvi 622]

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