Among the legends of the Gibberling people, one of the most popular stories is of Swen, a humble fisherman. His friends gave him the nickname Swine, because back in the days his favourite hobby was to sit in the tavern and drink excessively. Swen also had a strong and authoritative wife who disapproved of this.
On the fateful day told in the legend, his wife forbade him to go fishing, knowing that he would probably come back drunk and empty handed. She locked all his nets and fishing rods in a closet in their home. Swen, like most Gibberlings, was a stubborn man and sneaked out of the house to go to the tavern where he could complain to his friends about his wife being so strict with him. After many, many drinks and much talk, he realised who was waiting for him at home. So to avoid a confrontation with her, he decided to go fishing and return triumphantly with a feast. As everyone knows, people don’t give out about a good thing.
Swen went to the riverbank and made himself a fishing line. Instead of using a regular hook, he found a rusty bent nail and made a weight from a stone he found lying on the shore. Pleased with himself, he jumped into his fishing boat, dropped his line and fell asleep. When he woke up a few hours later though, he swore he would never drink again. His boat had drifted over the edge of his allod and was now floating in the emptiness of the Astral but somehow he was still alive! His fishing line was glimmering with strange colours coming from the stone he had found in the river, and the mysterious rays cloaking his boat seemed to be protecting him from the Astral.
Swen pinched himself to see if he was awake. He wasn’t dreaming, but he was floating all alone in the Astral abyss.
He rowed back to his allod as quickly as he could, swinging the magic stone as he went. By the next day, all the villagers were scampering about the river seeking similar stones. Within a week, the sound of axes and saws could be heard across the village. The villagers built a fleet of new boats, took them to the Astral shore, filled them with provisions and within a week the village had been abandoned.
Swen’s drunken excursion had discovered the Era of Astral Travel. Sometimes tiny things are often the most important.