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The year is 2035...
For most, Grimswell is butterbeer, sweets, and weekend trips. But beneath the surface lies something far older — and darker. Behind shifting wards and enchanted alleys, the village hides an undercurrent of secrets. Whispers speak of a pub that moves, of doorways that appear only when you’re already in over your head. For those desperate, reckless, or curious enough, the underbelly of Grimswell offers everything Wyrmhollow forbids — at a price.
The year is 2035...
For most, Grimswell is butterbeer, sweets, and weekend trips. But beneath the surface lies something far older — and darker. Behind shifting wards and enchanted alleys, the village hides an undercurrent of secrets. Whispers speak of a pub that moves, of doorways that appear only when you’re already in over your head. For those desperate, reckless, or curious enough, the underbelly of Grimswell offers everything Wyrmhollow forbids — at a price.
By daylight, the town still looks like the storybooks — hoppy air drifting from The Drunken Unicorn, the chatter of students in bright scarves, the shimmer of enchanted icicles hanging from eaves. But below the postcard surface, the village breathes differently after sundown. Magic hums too loudly. Lights flicker where there shouldn’t be lights. There are doors that no longer lead to the same rooms twice, and tunnels that snake below cobblestones into spaces that predate even Wyrmhollow.
Some come looking for trouble. Others come because they don’t fit anywhere else. Everyone leaves changed.
Index ✦ Guidebook ✦ Canons ✦ Master Claims ✦ Discord
