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The Vermillion Bear The manor was dark. It was the middle of the night and the estate grounds were covered in shadow. As far as the eye could see all was dark and silent. Only one figure moved. The figure, clothed in black, leapt to a high balcony and peered through a window. A small figure lay in a large bed, one arm curled around a stuffed animal. The assassin could not tell from the window but the stuffed animal was a bear and one that was oddly poor quality to be in such an expensive bed. The bear’s arms were different sizes, the legs were bent in the wrong places and in the wrong directions and the head was far too wide and flat to be a bear’s face. Nevertheless the stuffed bear made of high quality materials and was such a vivid red that it hard to believe that it was far older than the girl it lay beside. The assassin smiled to see how helpless his prey appeared. This small girl was all that stood in the way of his employer’s family becoming next in line to be crowned ruler of

After receiving reports of odd happenings along a stretch of highway between two fishing villages the guild issued an investigation quest. The quest was accepted by the Brandbreakers, a group of adventurers well known for defeating several criminal organizations. The Brandbreakers travelled to the nearer of the two villages, spent the night, then proceeded to make the three day journey between the two villages. Midway through the second day they came across a new village. A sign above the village declared it to be the village of Innsfathom, a name unknown to any amongst the group. The group entered the village and was greeted by the villagers, who were friendly but… odd. The Brandbreakers frequently felt a strange sense familiarity upon seeing Innsfathom’s natives, despite never having been anywhere close to this area before. One member of the group later reported that one villager was nearly identical to his long dead father. Every villager they spoke to reported that nothing was