"So it was in the time of myths, that a great plague descended upon the Palace of Man. The winds howled a terrible cry and the titans raged with bolts of thunder and fire - and sent their herald, a titanic tree that could walk - to pass judgement upon innocent men. So it was that the Gods quailed, and shook, and could not stand against the great Ent, for mighty was its power.

The land called for a hero, but none could be found. The people prayed for a guardian, but none answered. The people begged and burnt and wailed, for seven days and seven nights, until a lone beast stood before the mighty Ent.

"I do not wrath against you, beast, leave my path."

The great beast sat, half wild and half tame. Brown of chest, grey of snout, and onyx of ears.

"I do not have battle with your kind. Move."

The beast stayed still, waiting, his ears high and tail stiff behind him.

"Last I will speak - Move from my path, or suffer my wrath."

And only upon the threat did the great beast stand - and launch himself forward with the might of the gods own hammer. He leapt upon the Ent, though sorely outmatched, and battled with it - tugging at branch and taking mighty blows against his frame.
The beast twisted and snapped, cracking branches as the Ent swung, breaking ribs. The two fought in a widening circle of battle, which flattened the great forest and the hundred thousand allies of the Ent, who waited for opening. The claws of the beast sent up terrible rents in the earth, which built the great mountain range of Ourgedyi, and the blood spilled to become a great river mixed with the Sap of the Ent. 

The two battled, branches snapping and claws breaking, teeth gritting and splinters digging deep, but they wrestled and fought, and battled hard upon the face of the earth - that the Titans quailed and shrank back, their storms ending as the Gods began to Rally against the tyrants of eternity.

Still the beast struck and fought - guarding the den of his companions - and battled with vigor that the sun began to shine bright, to burn the tree and his leaf. It was a great battle, until all went silence with howl and a great snapping of bark and wood.

It took many days for the beast to drag the mighty Ent to the home of his companions, who had been cursed to not leave their home during the Titans storm. They wept upon sight of their great companion broken, but cheered his name as the beast brought the broken Ent to the house of Man, and laid it out in offering of his might. And with a breath, satisified, the beast lay his head upon his paws, closed his eyes, and gave a last breath.
But it was that the heavens had no Heroes inside of it for the Beast and his kin - the companions who risked everything for their bretheren and fought with valor that made heroes envious. So it was, that the Gods took the final breath of the great beast, and elevated him to the heavens - to ignite the heavens with a new star and make it a beacon to all heroes who were alone, and all beasts might sing to their young of.

So is the story of Tash - the guardian of heaven, the companion of Man, slayer of the Ent and champion of Dogs. So is the legend of why a Dog always brings a stick as but a toy, and Man shall always hae the compaion at his side.

Drink now to Tash, God of Beasts, Hero of Heaven, Companion of Man, and Champion of Eternal Loyalty. Remember him as your beast lays his head near your babe - and know as long as he lives, the Titans themselves will fear to harm your hearth.