TORTHÚIL, VILLAGE OF ABUNDANCE
Once though to be inhospitable for further attempts at civilization, the Coronal Valley has grown vastly since the Wake of Steel. But now, bringing back to the agricultural backwoods of the Solstitheo's Golden Age, this valley has once more laid humble beginnings in the pleasant country expanse. And so I have ended up in Torthúil, a small hamlet of the vibrant woods reborn. A community of roughly 30 to 50 individuals, Torthúil was able to flourish after the valley's revitalization. It is settled on the western end of the valley, on the frontier of the floodplains formed from the countless wars waged eons before. Interestingly, it seems the populations is entirely formed of refugees, people who entered Edelith from the northeast through the mountains. There also exist those who crossed the Astoran Mountain range like I have, but they are few and far between. Most seem content to remain in New Arvegum to the south, the boundary of Edelithian oversight. The town has suprisingly a very storied history. In fact, during my countless interviews with the locals, I managed to pry out countless tidbits of the nation's lore from those who ventured here! It was a relief for me since th... _
The rest of the passage has been scribbled over in crayon. The following work appears to be done by another author:
I love Torehull! I grew up here I live in a tree with Mother Famin! We are a family. Ever y day I walk through town I steal a much of things. I steal pots corn potatoes vases and bugs. I dig holes a crawl through them and steal things. I once dug a hole under the baker ree I steal the bread from there. Mother Famin says "nO do THaT" cinse the bakeree guy got made a me a long long time a go. I love play ing hide and go sheek. Gor ta all ways finds me tho
Mama Famin is a veree veree kind peerson. Mama Famin fights off deemans. When I am big bird I will fight deemans to! She is Mama to the whole town. Mama Famin sed that she had a friend once. She said she think I wuz her and I wuz veree nice! I am veree nice but I steel a lot. I have never meeten her frend. One day I want to meet her and ask her abot Mama Famin! Oh no she goes by Gor ta. Oops. Once upon a time, Mother Famin found a owell in the forst. It was alone sit ing in a nest. Mother Famin took the baby owell in to Mama Famin's tree house. Gess waht? The baby owell was me!!! I am now in the house. Mama Famin is down stares. D Man is stay in with us hooray! He have spent lots of time with Mama Famin. Pssst! Secret! I think D Man liekes Mama Famin! They are love! I am so hapeee! I will make lots of yummy meels for them! Yay!
Mama Famin toute me how to coock! I am a veree gud coocker! She saze she will teach me udder things to! She saze I am her ser vant! I want to now waht a ser vant is! Do they fite deemans? My dream is to be the best deeman hun ter like Mama Famin!
- Sined, Swoops
Author's Note: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY WORK!!!! THAT KID DAMMIT!!! I HAVE TO REWRITE THE ENTIRE. DAMN. THING. YOU KNOW HOW MANY THINGS THERE ARE TO DO IN THIS TOWN? ZERO! ABSOLUTELY ZERO! ... okay maybe one thing is interesting. BUT CURSE YOU SWOOPS AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
