 Hello there, little Christmas sprites of merriment and capitalism, and welcome to the first annual Chapmus special. You see, in my davious nature, I descended down into the tavern of my discord and asked the good little boys and girls to write me the most chappiest of tales, which I would then share to the world. So, prepare to have your bells jingled and your halls decked, as we attend the tale of the night before Chapmus. It was the night before Chapmus, enduring the blizzard. The whole town was stirring, especially the wizard. For a burr hag, the village her vengeance had wrought, as it seemed that for her no Chapmus presence were bought. The hag was enraged, for no one had told her the true meaning of Chapmus, not even a whisper. Why do they hate me? She snarled. I'm no fiend. Well, I am a hag, but you know what I mean. In the village below, the Chapmus bells were ringing. The adventurers gathered with merriment and singing. So you have a problem with hags, the bard, he exclaimed, then we'll slay her for thee, the fighter proclaimed. The paladin shined, we'll give some festive cheer, to which they all sang, this will be a most chappy year. The party then shrieked to the hag's home in the mountain. It seemed a battle was coming, a tough one to be certain. Bearing the trust of the town, they readied their weapons. For they mustn't dally, the burr hag she beckons. A burr asked the town drunk, who had followed for some reason. I thought you said beer! So I came to get drunk this season. The perilous journey lasted through the day, although maybe it would have been shorter if they had used the Ranger UA. The fighter sighed as the frigid air grew colder, where is the Lord Davies blessing? The drunk is getting bolder. The paladin was confused, for the drunkard was godless, and making advances on the wild magic sorceress. But the sorceress responded by turning the drunk into a rabbit. Sorry, she said, it's a bit of a habit. They untied the cave, which was dark and dreary. Luckily the wizard brought a lamp, albeit rusty. As the cave was lit, the hag let out a hiss, turn those lights off! I don't like it, one bit! The party stepped into action, poised for a fight. Come forward, you witch! Step into the light! The barbarian cried, I've got you a gift! It's a really good one! I call it my fist! The hag gave a snarl, with no hint of fear. Bah! I truly hate this time of year. The sooth, the bard paused, if only a moment. Chappness is the best, so please, come off it! The hag replied, I care not for Chappness, I do not. Leave me to my solitude, tis all that I've got. Just then the wizard had a revelation. Friends, why not let the hag join in our celebration? No they rejected, for her nose was too long. Now please, battle bard, sing us a fighting song. Just then, in a flash, the Lord Chappness himself interrupted the party as he sat on a shelf. Friends, you should be ashamed of yourselves. Chappness is for all, be they hags, humans or elves. For you see, the true reward is not the XP, but the memories together, that you make as a team. And then old Chapp vanished as he said with a shout, married Chappness to all. But yeah, Debbie out.