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The Frimm's Forgotten Tales
« on: June 20, 2020, 10:34:25 PM »
The Frimm brothers were Aschlonian Authors in the 19th century. They wrote dozens of short tales, including the well known fairy tales The Boy And His Tree, The Queen's Big Thumb and many more.

The brothers were born in Hootoft in 1724, by a mother who had travelled along with the beginings of what would become Aschlon. Their nation of origin is unknown. They were taught to read and write by their mother at an early age, due to the fact their were no schools for them to learn in. They found a strong passion for writing stories, and would write many tales through out their lives. Their most famous book, Frimm's Fairy and Folk Tales, was published in what is now the modern day Fleur, due to their being no publishing buisnesses.

Many of their tales are household names, such as Oliver Cromwell's tale and The Spider with no Legs, however there are some that never made it to the publisher's desk. However, historians in Hootoft University have used state of the art technology to analyse previously unknown tales that the Frimm brothers wrote but never revealed. These tales we can now reveal to the public.

Welcome, dear reader, to Frimm's Forgotten Tales!


OOC- every tale was written by me, thats why they are bad

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Re: The Frimm's Forgotten Tales
« Reply #1 on: June 20, 2020, 10:34:45 PM »
Long long ago, in a land much forgotten, there lived a troll, named Utrecht. And this troll lived deep in the caves under a village. One day he woke, and his yawn caused the village above to shake. The mothers pulled their children close and the men went about their day, but with an ever weary glance at the woods where the cave opened to the sky.

A small child, called Anna was playing with her brother and threw their ball over the village boundaries into the forest. Now Anna was a brave girl, but not brave enough to go into the dark forest alone. She and her brother wept salty tears of grief, yet fortune came their way, as Elerin [Note: “Elerin” literally translates into “Eldest” in Old Aschlonian], their cousin noticed their grief.
“What is wrong little Anna?” He asked, worry for his younger cousin evident in his voice.
“We’ve lost the ball!” She cried, rocking back and forth in sadness.
Elerin frowned, this was a problem. “Don’t worry,” he cried “I have just the fix!” and he led Ana and her brother into the woods in search of the ball.

But though they searched all morning and most of the evening, they could not find their ball. Just as they were about to head home they heard a growling form behind them. They turned and beheld a pack of hungry wolves, and they leapt towards them! Ana and her brother fled, but poor Elerin was not so lucky. He went down under a pile of snarling beasts before he even realised the danger. Ana and her brother quickly disappeared into the forest, intent on escaping the beasts, but they soon realized that they were lost!

They huddled in the dark together, listening to the sounds of the woods. Suddenly a smiling face loomed out of the darkness! It was Utrecht the Troll! His gigantic face was covered in a wide, friendly smile as he looked down at the lost children.
“Hello there,” he said, “are you lost?”
The children hugged each other in terror, but nodded.
“Ah,” he said, “let's take you  home.” And he picked up the children in one hand and lumbered towards the village.

When they arrived the villagers ran to fetch their blades, but when they saw the children they dropped them in amazement, for they had never seen a troll do anything with humans other than eat them. He put Ana and her brother down and was about to turn away when Ana’s father called out to him.
“Wait!” he cried, “will you not join us for a drink?”

The troll paused, and seemed to ponder, but then nodded. The men and women of the village consumed bottle after bottle in celebration of Ana and her brother’s safety, but did not notice Utrecht barely touch his drink. And when the men and women of the village were sleeping, Utrecht seized all the children and pulled them to his lair, where he ate every last one. The people of the village cried and wept when they realised their children’s absence. But there was little they could do.