The Sort-of-Quest to Mount Crumble

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  • name The Sort-of-Quest to Mount Crumble
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  • rarity Epic - Story Mode
  • order Order of the Backwards Plume
  • kingdom Kingdom of Clumsalon
  • story “The night felt like it would last forever,” Sir Yokel muttered as he took over watch from Sir Flailwild. As the sun brightened the early morning sky, the knights stirred one by one. Sir Bearingsmere brewed coffee over the campfire Sir Flailwild had relit before bed, while Sir Thundersnack busied himself preparing breakfast for the group. They drank, ate, and shared quiet laughs before packing up and pressing on along the Haunted Trail toward Mount Crumble. “Days seem short in these parts,” Sir Yokel observed, rubbing his nose absentmindedly. Sir Bearingsmere kept a watchful eye behind them, Sir Thundersnack scanned left and right as if expecting an ambush, and Sir Flailwild walked beside Sir Yokel, calm as ever. “Sir Yokel, what’s wrong with your nose?” Sir Flailwild asked. “Well,” Sir Yokel replied, “it’s good at detecting danger—but it can also give us away if I sneeze. Sometimes uncontrollably. Had it since I was born, apparently.” Sir Flailwild gasped. “That’s… interesting. I knew you were a sneezer, but I never knew it detected danger.” The knights continued until Mount Crumble loomed ahead. Sir Yokel raised his lopsided spyglass and scanned the horizon, hoping to spot the Giant. No sign. “Maybe he’s out and about,” he mused. “Or perhaps he’s helping the young King of Avalorthington.” “Well,” Sir Flailwild said, “we can’t wait to find out. We need to keep moving—with or without him.” Sir Yokel nodded. “Let’s press on. Once we reach the base of Mount Crumble, we can study the map more closely.” They arrived at last. Sir Flailwild unfolded the map Sir Pubbleglum had drawn, and the four knights huddled around it. Sir Yokel traced a line with his finger. “This is what we’re looking for—a trail or pathway running between mountains, through thick, mist-shrouded forest.” “That’s strange,” Sir Flailwild said. “I’ve never seen such a place in Clumsalon. It’s a testament to how vast these lands are—how much remains unknown.” Sir Bearingsmere gently pointed to two X marks. “I wonder which one marks the area we seek—or if both do.” Sir Flailwild explained, “LightningAir was moving fast across the sky. I’m surprised Sir Pubbleglum managed such detail. He caught just a glimpse—then tried to grab my face to get my attention while I was talking to the Princess. He looked away for a split second… and poof, the misty forest vanished.” Sir Thundersnack nodded. “Impressive. Good to know.” He paused. “When are we stopping for food, anyway? My stomach sounds like a moaning cat.” “We’ll eat while we travel,” Sir Yokel said. “We need to pick up the pace to find our next safe campsite.” Sir Flailwild asked with a sarcastic grin, “Where on earth do you put all that food, Thundersnack?” Thundersnack giggled. “Ask my stomach—this thing can’t go a second without eating.” The knights exchanged amused glances, silently agreed, and continued southeast from Mount Crumble, following the map toward the dense, forested valley hidden between peaks. In the shadows, about 800 meters away, Sorcerer Knight Redsfear and his companion waited, listening intently. Sorcerer Knight Evensburdge whispered, “This is perfect—another hidden kingdom we can conquer.” Redsfear replied quietly, “It’s not that simple. This place lies within Clumsalon’s borders, judging by what we’ve heard. It’ll be challenging.” He paused. “Remember, brother—they defeated me once. I won’t make that mistake again. These knights are foolish, yet crafty—masters of unintended calamity. I don’t know how they do it… but I’m about to find out, with your help.” He turned to Evensburdge. “You command water at will. Perhaps we can use that to our advantage when the time comes.” “Agreed,” Evensburdge said with an evil grin. “We’ll stay in the shadows, follow them to this promised land—and when they reach it, we’ll strike. Take them prisoner, as our Order commands.” “Prisoners?” Redsfear hesitated. “Hmm. Very well. Whatever the Order commands.” The Clumsy and Perfectian knights pressed on, unaware of the eyes watching from the dark. They continued on, following the mysterious path Sir Pubbleglum had sketched on the map. They traveled southeast from Mount Crumble, making their way toward a vast, thick forest terrain hidden between towering mountain peaks—just as the map depicted. “I think we’re in the right place,” Sir Yokel said, his enthusiasm growing. Sir Flailwild nodded. “Agreed. We should make camp soon—find a secluded spot that’ll hide us well from any prying eyes.” Sir Bearingsmere quietly agreed but added a soft warning: “I suspect we’re not alone.” Sir Thundersnack’s stomach growled like a cat in distress. “Umm, guys—let’s make camp fast and get that campfire going. My stomach demands it,” he giggled. They set up in a well-hidden clearing deep within the thick, misty green forest. The campfire roared to life, food sizzled on the flames, and Sir Thundersnack grumbled that he hadn’t been fed quickly enough—his stomach now loudly demanding dessert.
  • chapter 3
  • series TimberMist: The Hidden Realm of Archers