The Jester of the Roc, although they have not been seen in a while, was a creature which had only the purpose of tricking the people of Caspia. It is said they never failed if they tried to trick someone and therefore there are many crazy tales around this mythical Jester.
One of the stories involves a village which is no longer on the maps of Caspia.
“They were simply there whenever you ask a question of where. They weren’t a humble man or a proud woman. The Jester of the Roc simply existed and that was what was certain.
The dance which was their journey once led them to the village which had never been tricked. These people were stoic and warrior-like and wanted no entertainment from the phantom in the bird’s mask. No one actually wanted the Jester of the Roc to pay a visit but they were left with no choice. If they came, they would stay until everyone had been jested. This was their nature and not even stoic, warrior-like people could change this.
They skipped into the street in which the Baker cut his bread with an ax and in which the Butcher killed his cattle with his fist. They were about to speak but were halted by the tip of the Warrior’s woman’s dagger against their tongue. “Speak a word, Jester of the Roc. Speak a word and one shall never speak again.”
Their tongue rolled back into the slim mouth which was underneath the mask and they skipped into the second street where the Seamstress sewed with a spear and the Squire polished a shield with a beehive rather than the wax within. They were about to step toward the seamstress when they were halted by the tip of the Warrior woman’s sword against their leg. “Stray from your path, Jester of the Roc. Stray from your path and one shall never walk again.”
Their step was placed its reverse and was re-stepped in the center of the second street. They continued onward by skipping into the third and last street where the Chieftain of the village sentenced a man to hang by his leg until their neck broke and where the Farmer harvested his pumpkins by shouting them out of the earth. The Jester of the Roc stopped and their eye drifted to the farmer. Their eye was halted by the tip of the needle of the Warrior woman pressing against it. “Look at the villagers one more time, Jester of the Roc. Look at them and you will never see again.”
Their eye closed and they placed another silent step in the center of the third street. The Jester of the Roc abided by the warrior woman’s rules perfectly and skipped out of the village with a smile. They placed themselves on the hill just beside the village and made sure that even though the villagers could see them, they couldn’t see the villagers. They didn’t need to speak, stray from the path or look at the villagers funny. All they needed to do was listen and wait.
One by one they noticed the Jester of the Roc sat upon the hill and one by one they began to distrust of being tricked by the Jester of the Roc. The warrior woman had kept a keen eye on the Jester of the Roc but they all knew the Jester of the Roc was a mischievous creature. They approached the warrior woman and said: “Warrior woman, are you certain that the Jester of the Roc has not tricked us at all?”
“No. I didn’t allow them to speak at the Baker and the Butcher’s, stopped them from straying from the path at the Seamstress and the Squire and even halted their eyes at the Chieftain and the Farmer.” Said the Warrior woman as she showed the weapons she used for this grand feat.
“But why are they sat on the hill just yonder?” Asked the Seamstress who was most worried of all. “The Jester of the Roc never leaves without tricking everyone, that is known.”
“Then everyone should check their every tool and part of their house to make sure they have not been tricked.” Said the Chieftain who was resolute in his statements.
“But if we have not been tricked, we will be tricked by checking we have been tricked and failing to find something.” Said the Seamstress who was most worried of all.
“Then everyone must leave the village and never look back for us not to be tricked. We shan’t have checked and we cannot be tricked if we aren’t there to be tricked.” Said the Chieftain who was resolute in his statements.
“But wouldn’t we be tricked as well if we were tricked out of the village out of fear of being tricked?” Asked the Seamstress who was most worried of all.
“Then everyone must leave the village and burn it on the way out. If there is not a village to trick us out of, we cannot be tricked.” Said the Chieftain who was resolute in his statements.
The Seamstress, Who was more worried than everyone else, could agree to that and grabbed the nearest torch to throw it in her home. The others soon followed and they sang happily as they left their village to be devoured by flames.
The Jester of the Roc smiled. They had, without doing anything, tricked an entire village into burning their homes traveling far away.”
The moral of this story is: Do not go to extremes to be proven right, especially if you know you are wrong.