A Tale of Giants
Sit and listen, small giants,
for the endtimes have found us,
and I’ve one final story to tell.
Monksville’s coronation from valley to proper Reservoir took place early in the autumn; the rest of the season was spent taming the lands around her. The Monks Tribe built up a small fishing village; everyone lived in full cabins and hunting wild game was replaced with fishcatching as the main source of meaty foods. Because of the small number of giants living in the Wanaque lowlands, a herd of whitetail deer would often be seen grazing the local pastures. Soon enough the giants who could not will fish into biting their hooks began to feed these deer, then tame them, then one day a whitetail found itself strapped into a harness and used to pull a wagon. Roads were beaten and carved into the earth (one road even skated up the treacherous climb to Monksville), roads which linked the villages together and sprouted an incredibly prosperous trade relationship between the once divided creatures. In exchange for tamed whitetail deer, the Tribe of the Forge would give the Monks Tribe metal-headed tools, jewelry gemmed with crystals, and perhaps most importantly of all, advanced fishing technology. Gone were the days of simple barbed hooks tied to the string end of a pole and arrived were the days of spinning reels and lures which resembled the natural prey of the fish they’re meant to catch. Soon secrets of the art of fishcatching were shared between the villages; in cycles to come, the tribes would both have reason to build their boats again.
This is more or less the end of the giants’ holding the focus of our tale; there is still much to tell, worry not even a little bit, for the giants are not the only denizens to make their home in the greater keep of the mighty Monksville Reservoir.
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