Welcome to Legends of Aventress.

It is a quiet evening outside of Brieg, and Carnival LeCrew has spent the better part of a month setting up their ramshackled carnival.

This is a night unlike any other night, as you all slowly fall asleep within your caravan,

prepared for another day of grueling work, mending and repairing the carnival that seems to never be fixed.

As unconsciousness takes you, you don't notice the smell of smoke as it assaults your nostrils.

At least not at first.

But unfortunately, for all of you, by the time that it does, it's a little bit too late.

This carnival was in dire straits.

You knew the repairs that needed to be done on it, the old

oil that coated all of the joints, all of the hinges. Whatever it was that ignited this place

must have happened quick. The heat, swelling the joints around the doors,

as all of you come to, attempting to escape.

The smoke inhalation is just too much.

And unconsciousness takes you yet again.

You find yourselves coming too,

as if awoken from a horrible, horrible dream, the smell of burning hair and burning flesh still present in your nostrils for a mere moment before the wind rushes by, cooling your skin.

You realize, yes, it must have all been a dream.

You stand up and begin to dust yourself off before realizing

that your forms are semi-incorporeal. You can see through yourselves to the beautiful misty grass.

You're not standing at the carnivala crew. You're atop a beautiful hill overlooking the city of Brieg, the candlelights twinkling off in the distance.

A circle of tall standing stones all around you as you look amongst yourselves, you recognize the five of you as your bodies begin to shift and change, almost as if they're

reconfiguring right in front of you.

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