[CENTER][h1][color=f49ac2][u]Chapter 1[/u]

Welcome to the Witchlight Carnival![/color][/h1]

[color=82ca9d][h2]The Ticket Booth[/h2][/color][/CENTER]

The first stars of night twinkle above the apricot sunset. Giant dragonflies whir overhead, trailing streamers, and a low mist curls over the ground. Through a floral archway, you glimpse wondrous and vibrant creatures—elf stilt walkers, dancing faeries, and painted performers. Everywhere there is laughter, pixie dust, bubbles, and the wistful tune of a whistling calliope.

Almost all of you gaze upon this sight, and the memories of your previous visit seem to become much more vivid than they were before. For the bugbear resident, the calliope and laughter has certainly drawn him here from his rock home. 

By chance or by fate, all of you stand before the entrance to the Carnival together, reunited by similar causes. Five of them remember the Carnival Owners' words...

"[I]Silly little screeching cricket...
You forgot to buy a ticket![/I]"

"[I]The Carnival goes round and round,
The Multiverse is our Playground. Nothing's free and nothing's lost. Every visit has its cost.[/I]"

With that thought in mind, they see the Ticket Booth by the entrance. There, the party sees a wrinkled old goblin running that booth. He finishes helping a customer pay for their ticket and calls to them, as though he were deaf, "[color=00a651]Thank you! Enjoy your time in the Witchlight Carnival![/color]"