    In a time before 
time, the Gods that 
Be assembled a group 
of artisans, 
craftsmen and lore 
masters (for, yes, 
even in those days, 
art existed) to create 
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the world of Sosaria. 
To this group, the 
gods gave a tiny 
world, Rytabul, in 
which to test their 
works, to see if they 
were of the quality 
desired for the true 
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world in which they 
would be placed. And 
though the gods were 
tight fisted with 
their gold, this small 
crew worked hard 
and long, and were 
happy in their tasks.
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    A small corner of 
Rytabul had been 
claimed by the artisan 
Selrahc the Slow. 
Though he was not 
the fastest of the 
assembled workers, 
the gods smiled upon 
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his work, even 
presenting him with 
a mystic talisman 
proclaiming his work 
the best among the 
newer artisans. And 
so Selrahc went about 
his business, creating 
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hundreds of designs 
which would one day 
add color and variety 
to Sosaria.
    One day a 
stranger appeared to 
Selrahc. His chest 
was bare and he wore 
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trousers of the 
brightest green, and 
wherever he went, 
plants grew in his 
footsteps. This 
caused Selrahc no end 
of trouble, the 
stranger always 
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looking over his 
shoulder, and the 
plants sprouting in 
places Selrahc 
required to ply his 
art. And so Selrahc 
approached the 
stranger and bade 
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him speak. But this 
man in green 
remained silent. 
Selrahc pleaded with 
the stranger to give 
his name, and would 
he please leave 
Selrahc to his work. 
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But this mysterious 
stranger remained 
mute.
    This angered 
Selrahc mightily. Who 
was this silent man, 
interfering with 
tasks the gods 
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themselves had 
entrusted to Selrahc? 
In an attempt to 
embarrass this 
interloper, Selrahc 
stole his green 
trousers, leaving him 
naked and open to 
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comments about his 
very manhood, and 
still the stranger 
would not speak, 
would not leave this 
tiny corner of 
Rytabul.
    Vexed to his very 
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limits, Selrahc took 
his war axe and 
smote the silent one 
mightily, again and 
again, until the silent 
stranger ran away, 
having never said a 
word, and never 
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showed himself in 
Rytabul again.
    Thus endeth the 
tale of the bold 
stranger.
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