"This material was sold to me by a traveling trader. When I asked her where she acquired such a beauty, she nervously whispered such that I could barely hear her, 'Coralscape'. Never heard of it," admits Grimmoth.
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"The essence glistened underwater as I kneeled to drink. Happening upon the material was pure luck during a dangerous journey, but these resulting tools were forged deliberately and with great care," remarks Grimmoth. The corner of his lip turns upwards in a smile.
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As if his burning forge suddenly froze over, Grimmoth shudders as he answers, “These? No, these aren’t made of ice — although that’s a close guess. They’re chiseled from a rare gemstone I found on one of my journeys to the Glacial Narrows up north many years ago.”
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"Welcome, traveler," whispers a voice low to the ground. He smiles up at you. "Rune Foundry is a marketplace for those who gather to share in imagination. Who haven't forgotten the joy of creativity. Whose stories are yet untold."
While hammers in the distance echo and heat from the earth rises, a story lies waiting to be told. Runes whisper outcomes. Runes determine fates. Roll. Roll. Roll.
Grimmoth strikes a stained anvil. Across the way, Isabella weaves together colorful threads. The marketplace feels alive with excitement as merchants prepare their wares.