The Coastal Realms

Welcome to the Coastal Realms! You find yourself at the entrance of a small Village. The afternoon sun casts long shadows as villagers go about their daily routines. You can see a Tavern, a Shop, and a path leading to the Forest.

The weathered wooden sign of “The Sleeping Dragon” creaks in the breeze. Through the open door, you hear laughter and the clink of mugs. A few locals chat on wooden benches outside.

Inside, the tavern is warm and smoky. A stout bartender wipes mugs behind the counter. Several locals occupy tables, including a mysterious hooded figure in the corner and a group of animated farmers discussing their harvest.

There is no Batman in this medieval fantasy setting. However, you can speak with the bartender, the hooded figure, or the farmers if you'd like to ask about someone named Stella.

The bartender pauses wiping his mug, raising an eyebrow. “Stella? The merchant's daughter? Haven't seen her in days. Strange, since she usually comes in for evening meals. Her father's been asking around too.”

The bartender's eyes widen nervously. He lowers his voice: “The witch? She keeps to herself in the Forest, past the old oak grove. Most folks avoid her, but she's helped some villagers with remedies. Been quiet lately though.”

You exit the village and enter the Forest. Ancient trees loom overhead, their branches creating shifting shadows. A worn path splits: one way leads deeper into darkness, another towards sounds of a river. Strange lights flicker in the distance.