gather round young ones, for old talakor hath a great story of valor to tell. i was marching alone on the hilled fields of balandor when the great creeper rose before me. the demon of magic power sought to destroy me at the cost of his own damned soul, a foul creature indeed, but would not have of it! i unsheathed my sword, crafted by my own hands with steel i mined with my own pick, and promised the devil i'd give him the battle he so wished for! as the creature grew closer, he hissed and he hissed. i swung my sword but to no avail, i had to doge at every turn to keep my distance or the demon would explode and take my life! i had no choice but to climb Eagle Cry mountain to escape the destructive fate. the demon followed me and creeped behind me as close as he could, he swore never to leave my sight. i knew i had to defeat this terrible foe once and for all. so i jumped from the rock face that once kept our distance and lunged at the beast! and in one fell swoop, the monster was destroyed by my hand!!! the ghoul's body faded and in the absence of his corpse was the secret to his evil magic, the gun powder, a most powerful and destructive tool that i know show before you in the palm of my hand!
and that children, is one of many tales of Talakor; the great adventurer!!!