The Great Wall of Cetelt

The Great Wall of Cetelt As told by Dremond the skulker; And Rollies, a lady in waiting Penned by Grenated.

[A note to the reader: I have endeavored to bring this tale to you exactly as it was told to me. Some parts are vague on the circumstance of the speakers that I was quoting. Other parts were omitted as they bear little on the history at hand.]

See, I lived 'round these parts then. I was something of a local hero. Or maybe, celebrity is a better way o' putting it. All right, I was a well-known drunk. But that don't change a thing of what I saw in them days; I never got so stiff that I blacked out, it was always just enough to put the edge off a bit, understand?"

Anyhow, Cetelt was one o' them big time adventurer types; always slaying orcs and gnolls and lootin' em. Always tellin' his own tales bigger than they really was. Now don't get the wrong whiff here; he was a good fighter. He could skin a kobold with one hand and parry the attacks o' three orcs with the other, all the while talkin' about how well he was doin' it. But truth be told, he wasn't one of the greats; not enough ambition. He never wanted to be a prince or king or called 'highness or majestic like' or any o' those noble style things. He just wanted to adventure. At least that's how it was until his sixtieth year."

[At this point Dremond seemed to grow a bit melancholy and began to mumble about Cetelt's early exploits and how the later years had caught up to him. I could not hear these words well and ask the pardon of the reader in the matter of this part of the record being unclear. I bought Dremond another flagon and probed him with this question: What happened in his sixtieth year?]

Whose? Oh, Cetelt. Well, it was in that year that his father died, only a few months after his aunt that had raised him. He didn't seem right after that. He started calling for seers and sooths and whatnot to come to him. This was when he took up shop in The Misty Thicket, see? I dunno why he decide to live with these halfies, I never cared for 'em too much, but hey, who am I to call a thief a thief?"

Anyways, you gotta 'member that Cetelt had built up a pretty good following of other adventurers by this time. Now, Cetty (that's wot we called him behind his back), Cetty didn't have no aspirations of kinghood or nothin', but his followers thought of him as such and they would do any thing he asked. They kept beggin' him to take over this land and conquer that. Well, finally he snapped."

He said, and I remember this well; he said, 'If you fools want to build something, build me a castle on Cair Leima.' See, that's the little hill just out of Rivervale."