Stories and Legend

Cathargol - Yelletter

It is said that long long time ago, the plateau where Cathargol is staying was covered by water and that only what was above the Artallan Mountain was piercing the surface like Island.
The body of Water covering it was so agitated that it was almost impossible to cross, even by ship, except once each 60 or 120 years.
So, one day, a jabbald man that was working on a ship that just wrecked on Peroldolch hears a soft song coming over the tumult of the wave. His head raises and there, on the Calechalpec, there was a magnificent Lady which hair was white like snow, light as a feather and weaving into the air. He was too far to see her face, but for him, she was the nicest Lady he ever saw. He waves to her; she didn’t even look at him.
The next day, it happens again and so on for a month.
He repaired the ship for his own use, now, and where it was said he was to failed, he succeed. The ship was floating again after a month. But despite a year of trying, he never makes it on the other side. Always was he passing at an inches of the catastrophe and was having to suffer severe damage to the ship.
Far from thrust aside his goal, he changes his plan and begins to yell Love letter to the Lady o’er the sea, promising her more and more each days. Never she answers or acknowledges at least his effort. But he persisted.
Shortly after, he sows trees along the shore.
“I will take care of them, my Lady...” he yelled to her, “Till I can make of them a bridge to allow me to meet you. Wait for me!”
And although she has not reacted more to those terms than to the others, he kept hope since she was always coming back and signing, he thought, for him.
Trees, under his devoted care, grow rapidly to full maturity. High, so high than when he hewn one, it was already making it halfway.
He works and works. Over the tormented water, he was no more hearing her, and at a point no more seeing her. But he continues to toil. Why stops since he was pass the three quarter!
But when he finally makes it to the shore, he finds naught his Lady. I sought for her among the inhabitants with hope driving him.
Finally, he realized that the populace was not Jabbald of blood, so by the time he reached the shore of the Calechalpec, three generations was having passes. His Lady was not one woman, but four, and the hope of on day encountering that man that was yelling those beautiful words from across the sea was having maintain among the daughters of the daughters of the first woman, the tradition of coming and sing on the beach in the wind.
At frist, the Jabbald man was shocked. Than, than looking to his reflection in the calmer sea, he saw that he was already older than he was feeling inside of him. He cries a moment over his lost youth, than looking to the grand-grand-grand-daughter of his Love, he ask her to wed him if it was her desire. What happened after, no one has ever told, but the logs are still standing and are holding now, with other added years later, the whole city of Cathargol. That means Yelled Letter, in homage of that Love testimony that took place here in that far past. In time, the name gets compressed to Yelletter and most of his occupants don’t even know what it signifies.