I have to say really quick, "oh my gosh this is the shortest chapter i have ever written in my entire life!" anyways, appoligies for the short chapter, but i'm doing this by each of the tales this storyteller has, and I don't have much to go off of for the begining. i promise that these chapters will get better as time goes on
in all honesty, there actually is a story teller somewhere on the rooftops of eastern rougeport, and he does tell all these tales for a mere five coins a tale. Of course, to hear all of these tales, you need 80 coins (best 80 coins i've ever spent!). But if you don't have Paper Mario: the Thousand Year Door or 80 coins in that game, keep reading because I have copied them down word for word. I have also elaborated on these tales a bit. in fact, almost everything that is (or will be) in italics during this story is the elaboration of these tales in the eyes of a few little rougeport kids (so far though, only one, more will be added later)
anyways, i don't think i'll have any more authors notes throughout this story, so you should be able to read from here without any rude interuptions from me. (i make no promises though)
Somewhere on the rooftops of the east side of Rougeport there is an old storyteller that will tell you a few interesting tales for a mere five coins. It was one day that young Timothy Toad went up there, for the shear thrill of exploring. He stumbled across this old story teller who said to him:
"Hello there good sir! Would you like to hear a tale I have to tell? It will only cost a mere five coins"
Tim had always loved a good story, and happened to have five coins to spare. "Okay" he said, handing over the five coins. The storyteller took them gratefully, and then began his tale.
"Ages ago, a city flourished here in peace in splendor, but it was destroyed in a single day by a demon from the dark beyond."
Tim was caught up in the tale quickly and could easily imagine it. A beautiful city, only to be destroyed by a dark demon…
"Historians claim a great calamity befell the city, but nay... 'twas the demon. The city sank below ground, and one-quarter of the old city became the demon's den."
The sky was dark, and the demon towered high above all. With one wave of its mighty fist, the city started sinking. The ground was shaking, people were running and screaming. The demon destroyed all who dared approach it. Once the city was completely buried, leaving nothing but flat ground in its place, the demon disappeared down into its depths to create its home.
"This demon put fear into the hearts of all men and sent out minions to take the land."
It was there, in every good man's heart, a shadow. A fear. A fear of the demon. Its minions roamed the lands, doing no good everywhere. If you were smart, you stayed inside, lest you be devoured by these fell beasts.
"And its den, its palace, grew rich with the treasures stolen from all over the world."
Heaps and heaps of treasure, of gold and gems and jewels, scattered throughout the demon's den. It was only these magnificent things that lit up the palace, for otherwise it was a dark and dreary place.
Tim was brought abruptly out of his daydream when the storyteller continued to tell no more of this tale. "Is that the entire thing?" Tim asked angrily, starting to think he had just wasted five coins.
"Not if you have another five coins" the storyteller said