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At last, they reached the Great Toadstool of Gloom, a towering, pulsating fungus that looked like it had been brooding over a bad breakup for centuries. Its cap glowed an ominous purple, and the air around it sparkled with those dreaded glitter-spores. Grumblesnout, ever the tactician, charged forward with a pirouette, only to inhale a…

With a collective groan and a few muttered curses about glitter being the herpes of the crafting world, the party agreed to tackle the Toadstool of Gloom, mostly because Stickyfingers spotted a shiny gold coin in Barnabus’s pocket and Grumblesnout had already started twirling toward the forest in a warrior’s waltz. Sister Puff-Pastry blessed the…

In the quaint little village of Puddlefrog, where the frogs were suspiciously large and the puddles suspiciously deep, a ragtag band of adventurers stumbled into town after a long night of questionable decisions involving a bard, a barrel of mead, and a very offended goose. The townsfolk, clad in mismatched socks and wielding pitchforks with…