The Beginning

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I've been journeying through the enchanting yet treacherous realm of the Feywild alongside an eclectic group of companions for the past few weeks. Among them are Morning Frost, a Tabaxi Sorcerer hailing from the Mystic Mind Origin, and Gricko Grimgrin, a Goblin Druid who is part of the Circle of Primal Spirits and is accompanied by his loyal owlbear daughter, Hootsie. Both Gricko and Hootsie originate from a bog outside of Saltmarsh, while Morning Frost's origins lie within the Psionic Order.

Kremy Lecroux, a Lizardfolk Warlock, has forged a pact with the enigmatic Death Loa, drawing power from the murky swamps of Agwé. As for myself, I am Gideon Coal, a Fire Genasi Fighter and a skilled Chain Brawler, hailing from the expansive prairies of Yona. Together, we oversee the operations of Carnivàle Lecroux, Kremy's traveling carnival.

Our current situation finds us stranded in Prismeer, fervently searching for Zyblina. Our entry into Prismeer was facilitated through the Feywild and the Witchlight Carnival, as we strive to settle our debts and royalties owed to Remy Garou. As we all stood motionless in the awful-smelling swamp, the thick mud seemed to greedily embrace my feet, serving as a stark reminder of our current plight. Hoostsie has disappeared since we arrived at the Witchlight Carnival.
"Are we sure there's fae here, Gid?" Kremy asks, turning to me.
"Kremy, I know nothing of the Feywild, much less Prismeer, let's just find Hootsie before Gricko and his parental instincts run off again," I answer, turning to Gricko. "Where did you see Hootsie, again, Gricko?"
"The hot air balloon she was in hit the Slanty Tower!" Gricko responds, his voice panicked.
"I can help!" A soft, almost musical voice says, jubilant yet sorrowful simultaneously.
"Who said that?" Morning Frost asks, before spotting a bright blue orb floating about 4 feet above our heads, and he introduces himself. "Hello there, my name is Morning Frost and these are my companions."
"Maybe we should stop Frosty from telling his name to every fae and fairie in the Feywild." Gricko mutters to me.

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