West of the World Tree • Where Lantern Road Ends

Root & Ruckus

Good food. Loud songs. Questionable stories.

When the market shutters close, follow the setting sun. There is room at the long table, something warm near the hearth, and almost certainly someone exaggerating a perfectly good story.

Come In — The Hearth's Alive Tonight
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Merchants • Travelers • Storytellers • Musicians • Friends Not Yet Met

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The evening gathering place

Leave the market at the door.
Bring your stories inside.

Root & Ruckus is the social heart of the Revel. House colors mingle here. Muddy boots rest beneath long tables. Someone has started a song before the last bowl has been cleared, and no two travelers seem to agree on how the story being told actually happened.

News is pinned near the door. Tales are traded by the fire. Celebrations begin without much warning. Stay long enough and you may find yourself part of the next story.

The Storyteller's Hearth • Featured Tale

Where the Smoke Spirals Home

“May my warmth remember you.”

Tonight the quill finds Bramblewick, where chimney smoke carries stories sweeter than spice, sachets hold memories, and every returning curl of smoke seems to know the way home.

Listen at the Hearth

Where the Smoke Spirals Home • Storyteller’s Hearth
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Word around the Revel

Tidings from the Realm

Fresh notices, studio happenings, discoveries and dispatches are carried here from across the Realm.

All Tidings from the Realm

Pinned crookedly beside the door

The Notice Board

HEARTH

A Tale from Bramblewick

“Where the Smoke Spirals Home” is tonight's featured telling at the Storyteller's Hearth.

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TRAVELER'S NOTE

Follow the Setting Sun

Lantern Road leads west from the World Tree. If you hear singing, you are going the right way.

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When more voices gather

There is room yet.

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Stay until the lanterns burn low.

May your flame burn bright and your dreams find wings.And may your teapot never run dry.