Built for the Mitgardian Lore mini challenge:
Gather now children, warm yourselves by the fire, and hear a tale of Cordorix the Bear.
The bravest of all warriors, the wisest of all kings. The founder of Mitgardia herself.
Listen now, to the tale of how he was spared death by the gods themselves...
Long, long ago... When the guilds had yet to be established, Mitgardia was an inhospitable wilderness.
One day, Cordorix and his loyal companion, Orug the half giant, were hunting the wilds for the wolf Finris, when they happened upon an old woman.
She warned Cordorix that the gods had become jealous of his mighty deeds, and meant to strike him dead.
She then told him there was but one way to escape this fate, and that was to climb the highest peak in Mitgardia, and pluck from a tree planted there a magic fruit...
Of course Cordorix was not one to give up hope, so he braved perilous weather, and staggering heights, and scaled the mountain.
There, like the old woman had promised, was a tree with a single fruit.
Cordorix took the fruit down the mountain, but before he could eat it, he collapsed in exhaustion from the climb .
But woe and folly, whilst the hero slept, the gods sent a demon to steal the fruit, and when Cordorix awoke, his only hope was gone.
He fell to his knees and wept in despair of his mortality, but when the gods saw this, they realized that he was no greater than any other mortal.
And what fear do gods have of mortals?
They then spared his life, and he went on to have many more adventures.
Well, that's that. It was greatly inspired by the Epic of Gilgamesh which I recently read.