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Ah, there you are, traveller.

Come inside to hang up your couch, put your feet by the fire,

and I shall bring you what you so desperately seek.

Root tales of magic.

Welcome back to Root Tales of Magic.

How have you been?

Like I care!

Our heroes have finally made it to the very edge of what was once Brian Doyle Falls,

where they've discovered a large black marble memorial to the town.

A scattered crowd of the bereaved look for names of loved ones and mourn privately in the shadow

of a suburb sized gelatinous cube which consumed the entire town of Brian Doyle Falls.

It stands before you now, ominously swirling with forbidden, milky gelatinous acids

that catch the light and shine in brilliant teals and sions like a cruel parody of a midday sky.

Not even Cordelia's goat pupils can take the entirety of this cube in so impossible

or its dimensions.

After breaking away from the group to find his family's names,

Bella was greeted by a mysterious stranger who I forgot to say was completely bald.

The stranger informed Bella that perhaps all was not lost,

and his family may yet still live.

He left Bella with a map and a note reading tomorrow morning, crack of dawn.

You get one chance, don't buck this up.

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