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Mistwhim Hollow

an enchanted realm, haven to Gremlins, Witches and tiny wonders.

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The Celestial  Forest Goddess

Before roots, before rivers, before the stars knew where to twinkle - There was our very own Goddess. From her hands came the rivers, from her hair the forests, and from her voice the first song. Her magic hums in every leaf, every stone, every living heart of the enchanted forest. She is the mother of petal and stone, she who dreams the world awake.. and without her, there would be none.

Thistlemoss - the elder goblin

Nestled in the crook of an old willow, where sunlight drips lazy golden threads, lives Thistlemoss - the forest's most devoted keeper of secrets. A goblin no taller than a spriggan, he wears a coat of weathered threads and keeps his pockets full of oddities and scrolls. Though his steps are slow and quiet his voice is not. Thistlemoss knows all, and shares all. Collecting every curious happening, from courtships of fireflies to the latest enchantments woven by the Goddess herself. No map can chart the forest the way Thistlemoss can; he knows every path, every secret door of root and vine, and can slip between corners of the forest unseen. Those who find him are seldom seeking - yet he always seems to know who is listening. And if you linger long enough he might just tell you the whole history of a single acorn. He is the keeper of all knowledge and the tireless distributor of The Olde Grove Press. 

Marnok

Born deep within the shadowed bog of Mire Mantle, where unfriendly mushrooms crowd twisted roots, Marnok's early life was harsh and unforgiving. The Mire was no place for a young mushroom to grow and his own kin often sought to push him down. But Marnok's spirit refused to yield. Through grit and determination, he honed his senses and sharpened his reflexes and grew into the forest's fastest, most precise guardian. His hand never wavers, his eyes miss nothing and his presence is felt only when danger has been driven away. He now calls Sporefall Cascades his home. Alongside Thistlemoss, he watches over Mistwhim Hollow with quiet vigilance - ready to protect its magic and its creatures from any who would do harm. Though he rarely speaks, the forest knows him as the silent sintinel, a steadfast protector whose loyalty runs as deep as the roots of the oldest trees.

Sylian Fernwick

Once an ordinary acorn, he fell into enchanted waters near Glimmermead. Touched by magic, he was born anew as a little acorn boy. While drowning, he was saved by Marnok. Now, he lives in a hollow of the very same tree he previously fell from. Harvesting sap for syrups and honey for jams, he works with the bees to spread sweetness throughout Mistwhim Hollow.

Main Characters:

Locations:

Glimmermead

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The heart of the enchanted forest, Where the magic originates. Home to our Celestial Forest Goddess.

Mire Mantle

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A bog, dwelling to some of the most beautiful crystals and dangerous creatures.

Sporefall Cascades

Elder Root Grotto

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Magic waters that fall from Elder Root Grotto, with homes  stringing along the water's edge.

An ancient mecca with powerful lakes surrounded by peculiar plant life.

Dewdrop Crossing

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A watery passage connecting Glimmermead to Elder Root Grotto. 

Special Buildings:

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The Olde Grove Press

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On the outer edge of the Sporefall Cascades, on your way to Glimmermead is our local news and mailing post, The Olde Grove Press. Here busy goblins, and our very own hard-working Thistlemoss, rush to send and receive the finest detailed newsprints and letters. 

Golden Spore Burrow

In a large tree nestled in Sporefall Cascades, there is a library of sorts with bees whizzing overhead, creatures and people searching every which way for this and that, and the never ending calm of a sweet alluring scent. Every book, every scroll, every ledger, every poem is kept here. Aside from reading spell workings and know-hows, our friend Sylian Fernwick is commanding each and every bee to send out special jars of his delectable Hollow Nectar.

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Side Characters:

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Portabella

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