The Legend of
The Oil of the Robber Clan
The Oil of the Robber Clan
A long time past, in far away lands, there was a lived a group of friends. Their friendship was forged in battle, strengthened by travel and surviving great peril. They had members from different backgrounds: a healer, a druid, Celtic and Gaulish warriors, sailors, and more. Their bonds were so strong that they felt themselves family, even more - a clan.
The healer was called to the home of a friend whose niece had fallen ill. It was a dire illness, one that was sweeping the land. The girl was not only ill, but so dreadfully sad, fearful she would die without her mothers brooch. Years before, her mother had been killed by the magistrate and he had taken the brooch, a family heirloom, for his own wife.
The healer tended the child, promising to return and continue the treatments. She told her friends the tale, saying it was not the first time she had heard of such harshness. The Gael knew the magistrates wife had since died, and was buried with her jewels. He thought they could get the brooch back. The druid and the healer knew they needed to be protected from not only the illnesses plaguing the living, but those that could arise from the dead. The Gaul had oils and spices from his brother. Together, under the Druids guidance, they created a blend they felt would keep them safe. Now was the time to test it.
The healer brought it to the girls house and rubbed a little oil on her feet and diffused the oil in to the air. She had the other house members use touches of it as well to clean the home and on themselves to protect them from the illness. And she found out all she could about the brooch.
After a week or so, the girls family remained free of illness, the healer did not succumb to the disease, and the girl slowly – ever so slowly – began to improve.
The test seemed successful. The clan treated themselves and stole into the graveyard. They successfully retrieved the brooch. They also collected a few other trinkets that looked to have value. These items were cleaned with the oil. The brooch was returned to the young girl, bringing a smile that brightened the hearts of all around. The other trinkets found homes with poor or were sold or traded to provide for the clan.
The clan heard other tales of missing treasures. They continued to creatively acquire other valuables buried with the wealthy or trapped in houses of disease. These they would sell or trade to aid the poor. They would go in to the worst areas filled with plagues and would help all they could. They themselves never fell to illness.
Magistrates, the wealthy and royals heard of the desecration and pilfering. Attempts were made to catch friends, but they were never caught. The people whom they had helped protected the Robber Clan for all the good they had done.
Time passed, and the clan were called to other places and duties. In only one place was the blend of oils written, and it was well protected. Through the passing centuries, even that seemed lost.
Until now.
It was discovered in what was left of a grandmothers treasures after the home was destroyed by an evil storm. Barely visible, the book was pulled from the wreckage. And now – the oil finds it's way to you.
The healer was called to the home of a friend whose niece had fallen ill. It was a dire illness, one that was sweeping the land. The girl was not only ill, but so dreadfully sad, fearful she would die without her mothers brooch. Years before, her mother had been killed by the magistrate and he had taken the brooch, a family heirloom, for his own wife.
The healer tended the child, promising to return and continue the treatments. She told her friends the tale, saying it was not the first time she had heard of such harshness. The Gael knew the magistrates wife had since died, and was buried with her jewels. He thought they could get the brooch back. The druid and the healer knew they needed to be protected from not only the illnesses plaguing the living, but those that could arise from the dead. The Gaul had oils and spices from his brother. Together, under the Druids guidance, they created a blend they felt would keep them safe. Now was the time to test it.
The healer brought it to the girls house and rubbed a little oil on her feet and diffused the oil in to the air. She had the other house members use touches of it as well to clean the home and on themselves to protect them from the illness. And she found out all she could about the brooch.
After a week or so, the girls family remained free of illness, the healer did not succumb to the disease, and the girl slowly – ever so slowly – began to improve.
The test seemed successful. The clan treated themselves and stole into the graveyard. They successfully retrieved the brooch. They also collected a few other trinkets that looked to have value. These items were cleaned with the oil. The brooch was returned to the young girl, bringing a smile that brightened the hearts of all around. The other trinkets found homes with poor or were sold or traded to provide for the clan.
The clan heard other tales of missing treasures. They continued to creatively acquire other valuables buried with the wealthy or trapped in houses of disease. These they would sell or trade to aid the poor. They would go in to the worst areas filled with plagues and would help all they could. They themselves never fell to illness.
Magistrates, the wealthy and royals heard of the desecration and pilfering. Attempts were made to catch friends, but they were never caught. The people whom they had helped protected the Robber Clan for all the good they had done.
Time passed, and the clan were called to other places and duties. In only one place was the blend of oils written, and it was well protected. Through the passing centuries, even that seemed lost.
Until now.
It was discovered in what was left of a grandmothers treasures after the home was destroyed by an evil storm. Barely visible, the book was pulled from the wreckage. And now – the oil finds it's way to you.