Baked by an unknown being from the great beyond, the Great Pudding plopped onto Erildath in a festive explosion that shook the land for twelve days and nights. With the intense aroma of whiskey in the air, the Great Pudding rolls as its thistly hat picks up all manner of things in its wake. An everlasting flame encompasses its glutinous form.
It is unknown why such a thing came to exist, though scholars believe that it arrived here by mistake. Was this oversized pud intended as a gift for a God? |