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The Lost Folk lived in a balance, never too many of them to burn up the world around them. Yet, it was possible to survive and enjoy the good seasons and happy times. They endued the times of their Autumn and Winter gods for the promise of the Spring and Summer Gods.\nThus they lived for more than 7,000 generations.\nThen the Hungry Folk came. The Hungry Folk were not a force of nature - the Lost Folk knew nature intimately, in all its bloodlines and beauty. They had grown strong and hearty by adapting to their world.\nThe Hungry Folk did not do this. They did not live by any understandable rules or principles. They killed when they did not need to kill, tortured, wasting energy and life in capricious and incomprehensible whims. They violated traditions of hospitality. They were endlessly treacherous, seemingly giving their word and swearing by their gods just so that they might later break those oaths.\nThey worked endlessly to break nature like some beast of burden.\nThey hunted and killed the Lost Folk whenever they could. They would amass great numbers and sweep aside Lost Folk villages to claim a place they could neither hold nor use.\nFor 700 generations the Hungry Folk did things to the Lost Folk that outstripped anything a great cat ever did to a gazelle or a wolf to an elk.\nFor 700 generations the Lost Folk lived under the relentless hammer of endless Hungry Folk atrocity.\nHowever, 700 generations of this and the Lost Folk changed. They retreated across the icy northern land, pushed ever westwards to the sea. Their retreat ended at a small green and cold island. Their retreat had to end there, for the Lost Folk's back was to a sea - frosty and gray - that might has well have been endless.\nStill the rapacious humans came. Only now, they were aided by the ever strange and mysterious Fair Folk. Which is well for the humans for in 700 generations the Lost Folk had been transformed. 10,000 cycles of all four seasons of the Hungry Folk clamoring to chew on their bones and drink their blood had burned the Wild Folk in a way that 7,000 generations in their homelands never had.\nOne by one, the Spring and Summer gods of the old Lost Folk had went away or perished. Only the Autumn and Winter gods remained - they were the only ones capable of surviving the Hungry Folk and their madly rapacious gods.\nThe Lost Folk had changed with their gods. They no longer had aspects of Spring or Summer - these things did not help them survive.\nThe Lost Folk were gone - hence they are called the Lost Folk. They had become the Wild Folk.\nYet the Wild Folk were great and mighty survivors. They learned much from their persecutors. After 700 generations they had become harder than the Hungry Folk. Where it not for the intervention of the Fair Folk, the Wild Folk would have driven the Hungry Folk from that island.\nThere were two great and mighty battles on the island. The Wild Folk carried the day in the first battle.\nThey lost the second battle. Their warlord god was maimed by the warlord god of the Fair Folk.\nWhile they lost the battle and ultimately the war, they did not perish.\nThe island they rested upon was a magical place, with many paths that lead to other lands were the air was warm the stars were different and there were no Hungry Folk. The warlord god of the Wild Folk had bought his people time to walk and sail those paths. The price he paid was an eye.\nMillennia later a warlord god of the Hungry Folk would follow this path and pay for much wisdom with his own eye.\nThe Lost Folk found themselves in a many new and strange worlds.\nOne world in particular was special. The Fair Folk resided here - but there were no Hungry Folk. It had only been in the end when the Fair Folk inexplicably battled against them. While they now hated - down to their blood - the Fair Folk, the ones who had truly driven them away were the Hungry Folk.\nThere were no Hungry Folk in this world. The Wild Folk were able to catch their breaths and take stock. They were now much like their remaining greatest god.\nThey were bloody warriors all, maimed in spirit and hated and hunted.\nYet, they survived.\nTheir warlord god declared to the other gods that he and his people had been cheated, hated and hurt - but no more. His people would survive where no other Folk could survive. His people would grow strong and hard and they would take back all that they had lost. He declared that they had learned the lessons taught them very well, lessons of hunger, of cruelty, of warmongering, and hate.\nHis people would do all other Folk one better and they would win in the end.\nIncised by these bold words, the gods of the Hungry Folk sent their Folk walking or sailing down many paths to this special world, were before they had never resided. They worked to take yet more from the Wild Folk.\nYet every year it grew harder for them to do so.\nThe Wild Folk wiped away empires before them. Their warlord god slew a warlord god of the Hungry Folk.\nEven now, the Wild Folk dwell in lost and forlorn places, growing strong and tempering themselves with war.\nAll the while the Hungry Folk grow soft and weak and ill prepared to handle the kind of war the inflicted upon the old Lost Folk. Certainly, there are the occasionally mighty workers of magic or terrible warriors among them. However - on the whole - the Hungry Folk have become fat and bloated and sorrier than they have ever been.\nThey all still curse the name of the Wild Folk - the people they created, who now are better than them at what they started.\nThat, child, is story of how the Lost Folk became the Wild Folk. It is the story of how the Wild Folk came to this land that the Hungry Folk - the humans - call Faerun. It is the story of why that humans are only here because they followed us, the Wild Folk, the orcs. It is the story of Gruumsh's fighting the god of the elves and loosing his eye and later slaying a warlord god of the humans.\nIt is the story of who we are.\nThe story is not quite done.\nSome blunt fanged old ones tell tales that some of the Spring and Summer gods of the Lost Folk are not dead. That they slumber beneath great standing stones scattered in the ice lands the Lost Folk left. They these god wait for one of their people to awaken them to a new spring and summer.\nThese are fools legends, to trick young warriors into following paths to other worlds to push over rocks. Pay them no heed.\nWe are warriors now and forever, and righteous burning blood of Gruumsh! We will build bonfires from the bones of humans in Cormyr and Waterdeep and beyond! We will bath in the blood of the elves of Evermeet and Evereska! We shall feast upon their hearts, grind their cities to dust, dance upon their bodies and turn their world to ashes!\nCome with me and feast upon the flesh of those who would torment us but only make us strong!", "id": 13026 } }, "Identified": { "type": "byte", "value": 1 }, "LocalizedName": { "type": "cexolocstring", "value": { "0": "Legend of The Lost Folk", "id": 13025 } }, "ModelPart1": { "type": "byte", "value": 3 }, "PaletteID": { "type": "byte", "value": 60 }, "Plot": { "type": "byte", "value": 0 }, "PropertiesList": { "type": "list", "value": [] }, "StackSize": { "type": "word", "value": 1 }, "Stolen": { "type": "byte", "value": 0 }, "Tag": { "type": "cexostring", "value": "nwsfrb008" }, "TemplateResRef": { "type": "resref", "value": "nwsfrb008" } }