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The intro being written in screenplay manuscript is a nice touch. Will the entire game be like that, or will you only be using this format for certain scenes?
Out of curiosity, what does Morgran look like?
Miss Light


"Spare a button if you please,

I'll sew it next to all of these.

I offer nothing in its place,

Besides a smile upon my face."

Seeing no harm in obliging this request either, Miss Light fished her weaver's tools out of her backpack and fished a spare button out of the tool kit in turn. She then reached out and dropped the button into the tin cup the monkey's goblin was rattling.

'A wise decision. Though with any luck, thou shalt never learn why that is.'

Upon receiving the smile that the monkey had offered in return, Miss Light gave a small nod, stowed her tools back in her backpack, and continued on to the Feasting Orchard.



"Gooood Evening, Ladies and Gents! The first of tonight's Faerie Cake Eating Contest will be starting very soon! If you wish to participate, please seat yourself at the center table and I will explain the rules!"

Miss Light eyed the center table for a moment when a barker designated it as the spot for an eating contest shortly after she and Morgran arrived. The half-elf personally was not too keen on the idea of joining. She preferred to take her time when eating. And with many of the treats on offer being custard-based, Miss Light had a feeling that eating quickly around here was a recipe for messy disaster. And so she charted a path around the Feasting Orchard's other attractions, browsing the vending stands and listening to the musicians.
XD Plus he probably returns as a Gnome!


Miss Light


"Ya know ya were speakin' in rhyme, right?"

"Oh, that?" Miss Light replied. "No, I don't usually notice when I speak in rhyme. That, along with my tendency to strike poses without realizing it, are side effects of Arkerym imbuing me with the performative talents of my father when I made my pact with the Hexblade."

"Well, I don't reckon we're supposed to just stand here the entire time. What are we supposed to do now? I'll follow yer lead, Miss Light," Morgran said before looking to the map. "What do you suppose is at all these locations on the map?"

"Well I think I can hazard a guess as to what we will find in the Feasting Orchard." Miss Light said while pointing out the location in question on the map. "I don't know about you, but trail rations have somewhat lost their luster to me. Let us head to the Orchard, grab ourselves a Feast, and figure out our next move from there." Should Morgran agree with this, Miss Light would begin leading the way to the carnival's main eatery. Though as they passed by the calliope that stood right next to the entrance, Miss Light would pause a moment to enjoy the wistful music it was playing.
After they had gone, both Misters upheld the promise to the Bugbear.

The Witchlight Carnival packed up their things, and left the field the bugbear called home. The Snoring Stone now stands alone in the field once again in the Forgotten Realms.


Brutrumukk at some point:


I've just noticed that all of these pictures are broken jpegs. Allow me to fix that.

Miss Light


As she walked past the ticket booth an into the carnival, Miss Light's eyes were locked firmly onto the map that the old goblin had given her. Specifically on the bottom right corner, where nine depictions of her father's face in various stages of joy or misery made up part of a strange decorative design that advertised some kind of contest being held for the title of Witchlight Monarch.

"Welcome to the Witchlight Carnival! Catch the seeds before they hit the ground, and you'll receive a wondrous token of our gratitude!"

Miss Light was pulled from her thoughts by the exclamation of a nearby treant. A moment later, she felt that she was holding something between her finger and thumb. Upon turning to look, Miss Light saw that her hand had unconsciously shot out and caught a seed that had been falling past her. A feeling of great amusement filled Miss Light's mind then. And though it didn't show on her face, the poses the half-elf unconsciously struck every now and then had a lot more mirth to them than before. After a moment, she noticed that Morgran was trying to catch one of the seeds too. Though he wasn't having much luck. Waving her own seed like a wand, Miss Light cast a spell that redirected the wind to blow a seed somewhere Morgran could easily reach it. "Nice catch." Miss Light said once Morgran caught the seed.

"Blow the seeds into the air, and make a wish!" A voice from near their feet spoke up then.

Miss Light looked down to see the squirrel that had been scampering about and offering dandelions to select people had selected Miss Light and her dwarven companion as well.

"Go on, go on!" The squirrel urged, offering up a dandelion for each of them.

Seeing no harm in obliging, Miss Light crouched down, took both dandelions, gave a polite "Thank you kindly.", and stood up as the squirrel continued on.

“Did-Did that squirrel just talk?" Morgran spoke up then in confusion. "By my forefathers’ beards!”

"For a skilled enough druid or bard, such a feat is not that hard." Miss Light mentioned, unknowingly speaking in rhyme as she did. "An agate worth a thousand gold. Lined with magic paths, I'm told. Put gem to mind and the spell is cast. Fun to do, but neither cheap nor fast." Miss Light offered a dandelion for Morgran to wish on then. Whether he accepted or not, Miss Light brought her own dandelion to her lips and whispered so that only it could hear. "I wish that my father accepts me as his daughter. And that together... we can save my mother." With that done, Miss Light drew in a breath and set the seeds on her dandelion adrift on the air.
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