It was a blisteringly hot summer day in the land of Yoitsu. So hot, it was rumored a herd of cattle burst into flames up north in Ruvenhiegn. The elderly and the young were given the gift of the shade, for all the good it did. One didn't have to be from the area to realize that this was not a typical day in the land. This was far worse.

As is custom of the younger lads, no matter the weather they shall play. And so they did. As the sun rose in the sky, a mighty fireball of power, they boys of the towns played. For all they knew, they were just sweating. But the heat was deadly. As a group of buys from Rorikstead ventured off to some unknown reaches of the forest, the sun continued to rise. It didn't take long for the boys to want to go back. As they turned around to go back they realized there was no back. In the sweltering heat of the sun, none had kept an eye on their path. They were all too busy swatting the nats from their necks which came in a dire thirst.
As they turned to go the sun rose to it's highest. A few of the boys collapsed in the heat. As they settled in the shade to wait out the sun, one noticed a bottle behind the log upon which they sat. He lunged for it and took a gulp of whatever was inside, not knowing or caring what it did to him so long as it quenched his thirst.

2 days later the boy was buried next to his father, who had passed 3 years ago on this same day by catching the horn of a bull. It was a tragedy for the small town, but since that day 40 years ago, another one like it has yet to come.