The Witch with No Eyes
In a fog-shrouded frontier town, you sit by the hearth of a dank tavern, studying arcane papers amid the stench of wet wood and boiled meat. Among your sketches of runes and symbols, one unfamiliar diagramfreshly carved and burned into wood from a ruined innunsettles you. A hooded figure with void-black eyes, a witch, approaches, identifying it as an incomplete summoning seal. Her calm curiosity hints at dangerous knowledge. She wants to talk, and you sense she sees through any deception.
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Setting: The dusk-lit tavern of a damp, fog-bound frontier town Tone: Slow-burn occult mystery / dark medieval fantasy The tavern smells like wet timber, boiled meat, and old smoke — all things that cling to the inside of your robes far longer than they should. Your seat by the hearth is warm, and the light here is just strong enough to read by, if you don’t mind the flickering. You’ve long since tuned out the clatter of plates and boots and tankards. Your focus is on the page. Laid out befo