Our first #storytimewithscratch will focus on a story that my human audience will be familiar with, adapted in certain areas to be more accessible to our troll audience. “Jayack and the Legumestem” Our story begins with a rust blooded troll, known as Jayack. He was much like any troll- which is to say, were he real he would be largely insignificant, a simple variable shaping Alternia to its ultimate destiny which would eventually be forgotten. Like many of his caste, he found himself in less than fortunate straits. He sought to find some form of deliverance, and so it was that a charming, Cueball headed man found him. “I have foreseen that your possession of their item will be of great value, and so I will offer them to you.” He- which is to say, the fictionalized representation of my own handsome self- said, and presented the young troll with a handful of legumes. “What use do I have for these?” He said, with all the shortsightedness of those unlike me. “You will continue to believe that you have none, until you are shown that you do.” I said. And vanished, leaving the legumes with him. As my fictional self foresaw, he tossed the beans away and returned to his recuperacoon as the sun began to rise. When he awoke during the night, however, he saw that they had grown into a great Legumestem, reaching far into the sky. “The man in white was right!” He said, which we all already knew. Determination in his pusher, he climbed the stem as high as it would go, until he reached none other than the green moon. He found himself now facing a manor, just as brilliantly green as the rest of the world. Upon entering, the cueball headed man- me- welcomed him inside, offering him a bowl of gelatinous legumes as any excellent host would. He informed him that he was welcome here, though his stay would soon result in his death. Frightened, believing it to be merely a threat rather than a statement of predestined fact, he foolishly ran off further into the manor. As he did he went through all the rooms, and the more he saw, the more he grew to forget what I had told him. He grew enamored with the luxury and style of my home, and even believed that he could stay here. In his mind, he believed he had found the means to escape the limitations of his blood. But of course, he was doomed. He entered into a room of mannequins and clothes, and saw a marvelous overcoat. Bright green, the hems flashing colors. He felt the desire to put it on… And then my lord came, and saw the intruder. He did not have a chance. His incineration was instant. And thus ends the tale of Jayack.
