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The Haunted Fairground of Cobblecrest

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The Haunted Fairground of Cobblecrest Prelude: Echoes in Iron and Warning Whispers The biting chill of Alturiak, the Claw of Winter month, clung to Cobblecrest like a shroud. Frost spider-webbed the cobblestones, and the air, sharp enough to sting the lungs, carried the rhythmic clang of hammer on metal. It was a sound of stubborn life in the late winter gloom, echoing from Ironhand’s Anvil and drawing the four adventurers – Seraphina Goldlight, Darian Stonesworn, Naivara Moondream, and Kaelen Duskwalker – towards its source. The forge radiated a welcome heat that pushed back the morning’s frost. Sparks erupted in fiery constellations as Balin Ironhand, his face grimaced in concentration, brought his heavy hammer down upon a glowing horseshoe resting on the anvil. The muscles in his bare arms bunched and corded with the effort, sweat beading on his brow despite the cold seeping in from the street. Around him, the tools of his trade lay in ordered chaos – tongs, hammers, files – and rac...
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The Rift Between the Pages

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The Rift Between the Pages The bell above the door chimed a gentle, discordant note as Lirien pushed it open, the scent of old parchment, dust, and something indefinably other washing over them. Featherfoot’s Tales was less a shop and more a hoarder’s den given over to bibliophilia. Books crammed shelves floor-to-ceiling, stacked precariously on tables, even spilling from crates tucked into shadowy corners. Faintly glowing trinkets and oddments—a shrunken head here, a vial of swirling mist there—hung from the low rafters like peculiar fruit. Behind a counter overflowing with scrolls and quills, a diminutive figure peered up, spectacles perched low on his nose magnifying already large, inquisitive eyes. “Ah, adventurers!” Gilfrid Featherfoot, the halfling proprietor, beamed, his voice a warm burr. “Or perhaps scholars? Come in, come in! Mind the stack of ‘Histories of the Moonsea Wars,’ it’s feeling a bit rebellious today.” Thalos Embermantle, ever the stoic shield, scanned the teeteri...
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